The Longevity Family: Starting from the Foundation Establishment Ancestor

Han Mu stayed at the Myriad Arrays Sect for two days, during which Han Li dragged him around to see various arrays every day. Mountain-protecting arrays, spirit-gathering arrays, teleportation arrays, enemy-trapping arrays—one after another, leaving Han Mu dazzled. He had to admit that Han Li's mastery of arrays had reached its pinnacle; there were many arrays whose principles he couldn't even understand, and he could only stand by and nod in approval.

On the morning of the third day, just as Han Mu was preparing to take his leave and return to the Temple of Creation, a letter from a higher dimension was delivered to him.

The letter paper gleamed with a faint golden light, as soft as silk yet as tough as animal hide. The handwriting seemed alive, moving slowly across the paper like tiny fish darting through water. The letter contained only one sentence: "Please invite Han Mu, the incarnation of Order, to a higher dimension to participate in the Ultimate Cultivation Seminar and discuss the ultimate mysteries of dimensional order."

The signature was a name Han Mu had never heard of before: the Supreme Council.

Han Mu looked at the letter several times to make sure he wasn't seeing things, then handed it to Han Li: "Take a look at this."

Han Li took the letter, and his expression changed after just one glance. He held the letter up to his eyes, examining it carefully for a while, then put it down and took a deep breath: "My lord, the Supreme Council is the highest authority in a higher dimension, composed of seven of the most ancient dimensional rulers. These people rarely show themselves, and when they do, it is always for a momentous event."

"Do you think I should go?" Han Mu asked.

"I definitely have to go, but I can't just go like this." Han Li put down the letter and said in a low voice, "As far as I know, all the members of the Supreme Council are bald. They believe in a concept called bald-headed cultivation, which holds that hair is the root of distracting thoughts, and only by shaving one's head can one eliminate distracting thoughts and reach the highest level of cultivation."

Han Mu subconsciously touched his hair, his lips twitching: "You mean, I have to shave my head before I go?"

"I'm afraid so, otherwise it would be seen as disrespectful to them," Han Li said seriously, his expression not at all like he was joking.

Han Mu fell silent. He had kept his hair for so many years, and to shave it off like this was truly a bit of a shame. But then he thought, it's just hair, it can grow back. Offending the Supreme Council wouldn't end well.

"Fine, when in Rome, do as the Romans do." Han Mu gritted his teeth.

Han Li summoned the best barber from the Ten Thousand Array Sect. The barber was indeed skilled; the razor blade moved swiftly across Han Mu's scalp, and with a series of snip-snip sounds, strands of black hair fell to the ground. In less than fifteen minutes, Han Mu's head was shaved completely, not a single hair left.

Han Mu reached up and touched his head; it was as smooth as a peeled egg, and felt quite nice. He walked to the bronze mirror and looked at himself. Looking at the unfamiliar bald head in the mirror, he almost didn't recognize himself. Without the hair to cover his face, his features appeared more defined, and his eyes and brows exuded a sharp and imposing aura.

"My lord, you look quite energetic with your shaved head." Han Li stood to the side, his lips tightly pressed together, clearly trying to suppress a laugh.

"That doesn't sound like you're praising me," Han Mu glanced at him sideways.

Han Li finally couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

Han Mu, accompanied by Fairy Hongmeng and Han Nian, once again journeyed to a higher dimension. This time, they didn't linger at the entrance but directly presented the letter. The bald guard glanced at the letter, his expression immediately becoming respectful. He returned the letter to Han Mu with both hands, bowed, and then stepped aside to make way.

Upon entering a higher dimension, Han Mu discovered that the place he had arrived at this time was completely different from the last one. The streets here were wider, wide enough for ten carriages to run side by side. The buildings were taller, with the tallest tower piercing the clouds, its top invisible. Pedestrians came and went on the streets, all of their heads gleaming brightly, reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight, looking like a moving field of light bulbs from afar.

Han Nian squinted, covered her forehead with her hand, and muttered softly, "Daddy, my eyes are almost blinded by the light."

"Bear with it, you'll get used to it," Han Mu said, though he himself also found it dazzling.

The symposium was held in a vast palace at the center of a higher dimension. The palace's dome soared hundreds of feet high, inlaid with countless dazzling gems—red, blue, green, and purple—illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime. In the center of the hall stood a round stone table, its surface smooth as a mirror, reflecting one's image. Around the table sat seven bald old men, each exuding a profound aura; their presence was like seven towering mountains, making it difficult to breathe.

Han Mu entered the main hall, and all seven members of the Supreme Council looked at him simultaneously. Seven gazes fell upon him, like seven knives pressed against his vitals. Han Mu remained unfazed, cupping his hands in greeting, "I am Han Mu, greetings to all seniors."

The old man in the main seat spoke, his voice deep and resonant, echoing throughout the hall and making the walls hum: "You are Han Mu, the embodiment of order."

"It is I."

"Please sit down," the old man said, pointing to the only empty seat next to the round table.

After Han Mu sat down, Fairy Hongmeng and Han Nian were led by a maid to a side hall to rest. Han Mu looked around and noticed that the bald heads of the seven old men gleamed under the lamplight, like seven luminous pearls. He quickly looked away, afraid that he would laugh.

The elder in the main seat spoke, "We have been observing you for a long time. From the moment you embarked on the path of cultivation, to becoming the embodiment of order, and then to your resurrection after transforming heaven and earth, every step has astonished us."

"You flatter me, senior."

"It's not an overstatement, it's the truth," another elder interjected, his voice sharp, like fingernails scraping glass. "We've invited you here to invite you to join the Supreme Council."

Han Mu was taken aback. He hadn't expected them to extend an olive branch so directly. He remained silent for a moment, then shook his head: "Thank you all for your kind offer, but I'm used to being free and undisciplined and can't stand being constrained. I'm afraid I'm not suitable to join the council."

The seven elders exchanged glances. The elder in the main seat laughed, his laughter like muffled thunder rolling across the sky: "We knew you would refuse, so we prepared another plan."

"What plan?"

"We hope that you will open a course in a higher dimension to pass on your cultivation experience and insights to the young people here for three years," the old man said.

Han Mu thought about it and decided that the request wasn't excessive. Moreover, it would allow him to exchange skills and learn from cultivators of a higher dimension, which would also benefit him. He nodded, "Okay, I agree."

As soon as the news spread, people flocked to sign up. In just three days, over a thousand people had registered, from which Han Mu selected one hundred of the most qualified students.

During the first lesson, Han Mu stood on the podium, looking at the hundred shiny bald heads below, and almost couldn't hold back his emotions. He cleared his throat, composed himself, and began the lecture.

"The essence of cultivation is the exploration of one's own potential, the understanding of the rules of heaven and earth, and the breakthrough of the limits of life."

The students listened with great interest, and frequently raised their hands to ask questions, which Han Mu answered one by one. The classroom atmosphere was lively and enthusiastic.

After class, Han Mu returned to his residence, where Fairy Hongmeng was watering the flowers in the courtyard. Seeing him return, she smiled and asked, "How was class today?"

"Not bad, it's just that looking at those hundred bald heads makes me want to laugh." Han Mu touched his own bald head and laughed as well.