The Longevity Family: Starting from the Foundation Establishment Ancestor

Han Mu felt himself become a strange being, without a body, without weight, like a gust of wind, or a ray of light, drifting in every corner of the dimension. He could see the movement of every star in the cosmic sea, hear the heartbeat of every living being, and feel the flow of every wisp of energy.

The whole world became a part of his body.

At first, Han Mu found it very difficult to get used to. He tried to reach out and touch things, but discovered that he didn't have hands at all. He tried to walk, but discovered that he didn't have feet at all. He tried to shout, but discovered that he didn't have a mouth at all.

I've really become invisible. Han Mu was both amused and exasperated.

But he soon discovered that although he had no physical body, he could do many things. He could move freely to any location in any dimension, traversing billions of light-years in the blink of an eye. He could see events that had occurred in the past, and even vaguely glimpse fragments of the future. It felt as if the entire world had become his eyes and ears.

The first place Han Mu wanted to go was the Temple of Creation; he wanted to see how Fairy Hongmeng and Han Nian were doing. With that thought, he appeared above the Temple of Creation.

In the courtyard, Fairy Hongmeng sat on a stone bench, her eyes swollen like walnuts, clearly having cried for a long time. Han Nian lay on her lap, already asleep, her little face still streaked with tears, occasionally sobbing, her dreams filled with sorrow. Zhou Meng and the other two stood to the side, none of them speaking, the atmosphere as heavy as the sky before a storm.

Han Mu wanted to go over and hug them, to tell them he was still there. But when he reached out, no, he had no hands; he was just an invisible entity, unable to touch anyone.

"Sister-in-law, don't be too sad. The Lord certainly wouldn't want to see you like this," Zhou Meng broke the silence, his voice low.

"I know, but I can't control myself." Fairy Hongmeng's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against wood. She looked down at Han Nian in her arms, and tears fell again. "Nian'er is still so young, and he has already lost his father."

"Our lord is not dead. He has simply become part of a dimension. He is still with us," Han Li said, his tone firm, but his clenched fist betrayed his inner turmoil.

"Yes, the Lord is definitely still watching us. He might even be standing right next to us right now," Luo Feng chimed in, but his voice was clearly lacking in confidence, growing softer and softer towards the end, as if he himself didn't quite believe it.

Han Mu stood to the side, watching their sad expressions, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart. He wanted to tell them that he was there, but he couldn't speak, nor could he manifest himself.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, rustling the leaves in the courtyard. A withered leaf swirled down and landed on the shoulder of the Fairy Hongmeng. She paused, picked up the leaf, stared at its veins for a long time, and tears streamed down her face again.

Han Mu's heart stirred, and he tried to control the wind, letting it blow across the tips of Hongmeng Fairy's hair. Hongmeng Fairy suddenly raised her head, looked around, and a hint of anticipation flashed in her eyes.

"My lord, is that you?" Fairy Hongmeng asked softly, her voice trembling slightly.

Han Mu wanted to answer, but he couldn't. He could only let the wind blow again, stirring up the petals on the ground, making them swirl in front of Fairy Hongmeng, and then slowly fall into her palm.

As the Fairy of Primordial Chaos gazed at the flower petals, her tears flowed even more fiercely, yet a faint smile appeared on her lips. She knew that Han Mu was still there, right beside her.

In the days that followed, Han Mu gradually adapted to this new way of being. He discovered that although he couldn't speak or touch, he could communicate with his family in other ways. For example, he could control the direction of the wind, adjust the brightness of the light, and even, under certain conditions, project some blurry words onto the water's surface.

That day, Han Nian was fishing alone by the pond. The little guy was imitating Han Mu, placing the fishing rod on his knees and staring intently at the water, just like Han Mu used to do. The float bobbed, and Han Nian held his breath, then suddenly pulled the rod up. A palm-sized crucian carp broke out of the water, its silvery scales shimmering in the sunlight.

"Daddy, look, I caught a fish!" Han Nian raised his fishing rod and shouted into the air, his face full of pride.

Seeing his son's happy expression, Han Mu felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He controlled a gust of wind to gently blow Han Nian's hair, as if he were stroking his head.

Han Nian felt the gust of wind and grinned, revealing two gap-toothed front teeth. He knew his father was responding to him.

"Father, I will definitely cultivate diligently, and when I become strong enough, I will turn you back into me." Han Nian shouted to the sky, her voice childish yet firm.

Hearing this, Han Mu felt both moved and heartbroken. He knew his son was speaking from the heart, but he also knew that the transformation of heaven and earth was irreversible, and he could never become human again in this lifetime. But Han Mu did not regret it; at least he had protected his family, the cosmic sea, and everything he wanted to protect in his own way.

The feeling of becoming air is actually not bad. Han Mu told himself this.

As time passed, Fairy Hongmeng gradually emerged from her grief. She knew Han Mu disliked seeing her cry, so she tried her best to be strong. She devoted all her energy to raising Han Nian, wanting her son to become a pillar of society.

Zhou Meng and the other two also got busy. Zhou Meng continued training the Cosmic Sea Guard, leading a group of new recruits in drills across the Cosmic Sea every day, their shouts deafening. Han Li buried himself in researching new formations, locking himself in a secret room for days. When he emerged, his hair was a mess, but his eyes were full of excitement. Luo Feng, on the other hand, plunged into the alchemy room, saying he was going to refine a pill that could revive the dead.

Although everyone knew it was impossible, no one discouraged Luo Feng's enthusiasm. After all, having a goal is better than having none.

Han Mu thus remained an invisible presence beside his family. He watched Han Nian grow taller and his voice deepen day by day. He watched Hongmeng Fairy grow stronger and smile more often. He watched his old friends busy with their own lives, living fulfilling and hopeful lives. He felt content.

Although he can no longer hug them or talk to them, he is content as long as he can see them safe and happy.

That night, Han Mu floated above the cosmic sea, gazing at the countless stars. The starlight bathed his consciousness, cool and gentle. A thought suddenly welled up in his mind: if he could condense a temporary body in this dimension, even if it could only exist for a short time, he wanted to see his family one last time.

But he dismissed the thought as soon as it crossed his mind. After transforming the world into the Dao, he had become one with the dimensions. Forcibly condensing his body would only deplete the essence of the dimensions, which would be a losing proposition.

"Fine, that's it then." Han Mu sighed. Although he had long since lost his lungs, he still habitually made the sighing motion.

Just as Han Mu was about to leave, he suddenly sensed a faint fluctuation coming from the depths of the dimension. It was a power he had never felt before, ancient and powerful, as if it came from the origin of the dimension, like a heart that had been dormant for countless years suddenly beating.

Han Mu frowned; he decided to go and take a look.