The Longevity Family: Starting from the Foundation Establishment Ancestor

Han Mu held Han Nian in his arms, looking at the gentle smile of the Fairy Hongmeng, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He felt that the greatest luck in his life was having this family and this woman who was willing to wait for him to come back.

"Daddy, aren't you going fishing today?" Han Nian looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

"We won't go today. Daddy will accompany Nian'er to study." Han Mu smiled and rubbed his son's head. He sat down, picked up the book on the table, and pointed to the words on it, teaching him to recognize them one by one.

Han Nian studied very diligently, his little finger following Han Mu's finger movements, muttering to himself. Although he forgot some words as soon as he turned his head, Han Mu was not in a hurry at all, patiently teaching him again and again. Fairy Hongmeng watched the father and son from the side, her eyes and brows full of smiles.

But the diary kept haunting Han Mu's mind. Although he had used the power of the crooked tree to remove the curse, the contents of the diary were like a thorn stuck in his heart, making it difficult for him to let go.

In the dead of night, Han Mu went to his study alone, closed the door, and took out the yellowed diary from his pocket. The pages were so brittle they were almost falling apart. He carefully opened it and, under the dim light, began to read it word by word.

The first half of the diary records the experiences of the Lord of Order in his youth. At that time, he was called Arno. He was born into an ordinary family of cultivators and showed amazing talent from a young age. He reached the Foundation Establishment stage at the age of twelve, the Golden Core stage at the age of twenty, and the Nascent Soul stage at the age of fifty. He made great strides all the way and became a powerful cultivator at a young age.

Arnold has a best friend named Carl. The two grew up together, stole their master's wine together, ventured into forbidden areas together, and were punished together. Their bond is stronger than that of blood brothers. Together, they swore to protect the peace of the dimension and to free everyone from the suffering of war.

During an expedition, the two discovered an ancient ruin containing a powerful force that could allow a Dao expert to break through to the level of the Incarnation of Order. Arno and Karl both obtained this power and broke through to the next level, full of vigor and ambition.

But just as they were about to leave the ruins, Karl suddenly turned on them, slapping Arno in the back. Arno was caught completely off guard and was sent flying, a bloody hole punched in his chest. Karl then snatched the most precious treasure from the ruins and left without looking back.

Arno lay in a pool of blood, watching helplessly as his most trusted friend disappeared from sight. At that moment, something inside him shattered. He lay in the ruins for three days and three nights, surviving only through sheer willpower. But from that moment on, he never trusted anyone again.

Arno spent countless years searching for Karl, wanting to know why he betrayed him. But when he finally found Karl, Karl had become extremely powerful, and Arno was no match for him. After being defeated by Karl, he was sealed in an abandoned dimension, where he remained sealed for countless years.

When Arno broke free of the seal, he found that the world had changed. His family had long since turned to dust, and his friends were no longer alive. He was all alone, with no home, no place to return to, and nothing left.

From that moment on, Arno's heart turned completely cold. It began to resent the world and everyone. It felt that since the world had let it down, it didn't need to show any mercy to the world. It named itself the Lord of Order and began to rule the dimensions with iron-fisted methods and control everyone with fear.

Han Mu turned the pages one by one, growing more and more silent with each reading. He finally understood why the Lord of Order had become like that, betrayed by the person he trusted most, losing everything, and enduring countless years alone in darkness. Just thinking about that feeling was suffocating.

"My lord, you're still awake." Fairy Hongmeng's voice came from the doorway, as gentle as a breeze.

Han Mu looked up and saw Fairy Hongmeng standing at the door, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, her long hair draped over her shoulders, and a faint worry in her eyes. He smiled and said, "I can't sleep, so I'm reading the Lord of Order's diary."

Fairy Hongmeng walked in, placed the teacup on the table, then sat down next to Han Mu, picked up the diary and flipped through a few pages. After reading it, her eyes reddened slightly.

"So even the Lord of Order is a pitiful person," Fairy Hongmeng said softly.

"Yes, but what it did is unforgivable." Han Mu picked up his teacup and took a sip. The warm tea flowed down his throat, making him feel a little warmer. "There's always a reason why someone is pitiful, and vice versa. It chose to take revenge on the world, and the world abandoned it."

"So what do you plan to do with this diary?" Fairy Hongmeng asked.

"Burn it, let it disappear along with the Lord of Order." Han Mu picked up the diary, got up and walked into the courtyard. The night wind blew the hem of his clothes, and the moonlight shone on the ground, spreading a layer of silvery white.

He crouched down, rubbed his fingers together, and a wisp of flame danced at his fingertips. He brought the flame to the diary, and the paper ignited instantly. The orange-red flame leaped in the night, casting flickering light on his face.

The Fairy of Primordial Chaos walked to his side and stood quietly, watching the diary curl up, turn black, and turn to ashes in the flames. When the wind blew, the ashes scattered in the night sky, like a flock of black butterflies flying into the distance.

Han Mu watched the ashes disappear into the night, and let out a long sigh of relief, as if a weight had finally been lifted from his heart. He stood up, turned around and hugged Fairy Hongmeng, resting his chin on the top of her head and inhaling the fragrance of her hair.

"From now on, let's live our lives properly and never bother with those messy things again." Han Mu's voice was soft, but firm.

"Okay." Fairy Hongmeng leaned against him, wrapped her arms around his waist, felt the warmth of his chest, and felt a sense of peace in her heart.

The next morning, Han Mu got up and opened the door to find a brand-new recliner in the yard, with a shiny fishing rod next to it, which was obviously not an ordinary item.

He paused for a moment, then turned to look towards the kitchen. Fairy Hongmeng was busy inside, with wisps of smoke rising from the chimney. He walked over, hugged her from behind, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Is this a gift for me?"

"Yes, you can fish in the yard from now on, without having to go so far," Fairy Hongmeng said with a smile, her spatula constantly turning the pot.

Han Mu felt a warm glow in his heart. He released Hongmeng Fairy, picked up his fishing rod, and circled the courtyard. He chose the sunniest spot, dug a small pond, and brought in a stream of fresh water, releasing dozens of fish fry into it.

Han Nian ran over and squatted by the pond, dipping his little hands into the water and poking at the fish, startling them into scattering. He giggled and shouted, "Daddy, the fish got away!"

"It's gone, so be it. Dad will catch it back for you." Han Mu lay back on the recliner, crossed his legs, and cast the fishing line. The float bobbed gently on the water. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on his body, making him feel warm and cozy.

Not long after, the fishing line suddenly sank, and with a flick of Han Mu's wrist, a palm-sized crucian carp burst out of the water, drawing a silvery arc in the air before landing with a thud on the grass, its tail slapping the ground with a loud thud.

"Daddy is so amazing!" Han Nian clapped her hands and jumped up and down.

Han Mu removed the fish from the water and put it in the bucket. He re-baited the hook, cast it out, and leaned back in his deck chair, squinting at the azure sky. The laughter of his wife and children filled his ears, and he felt a sense of peace and security he had never experienced before.