Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

Chapter 1 Awakening System

Dongzhou. Xuantian Imperial City.

This city has oppressed Dongzhou for tens of thousands of years.

The city wall is a hundred feet high, entirely dark blue-black. It is built of Tiangang Rock, and the array patterns are still there, with a faint light flowing around it.

Looking down from the sky, the entire imperial city resembled a crouching ancient behemoth. Its overwhelming power made even martial artists breathless.

The Vermilion Bird Avenue is a hundred feet wide.

Dozens of carriages could ride side by side without getting crowded.

At this moment, carriages and horses were rushing about in a chaotic manner, and people were jostling each other.

Vendors, itinerant travelers, scions of noble families, cultivators from sects... came and went. It was truly bustling, and also exuded the grandeur of a great dynasty.

The Xuantian Dynasty still retains its profound heritage.

Although it cannot compare to the grand scene of unifying Dongzhou and all the clans submitting tens of thousands of years ago, the foundation of the royal family is still there, and the majesty of the court is still there.

No matter how arrogant the holy lands and sects in the martial arts world are, they dare not openly challenge the imperial authority.

The various powerful warlords of different surnames hold sway over the frontiers, commanding large armies. Are they willing to obey orders but not proclamations? Yes, but there's a line no one dares to cross.

This imperial machine still operates according to the rules of ten thousand years ago.

The four major families of the imperial city—Dongfang, Nangong, Ximen, and Beihai—each occupy a region.

The Dongfang family is the most special.

Because the current eldest princess of the Xuantian Dynasty married into the Dongfang family.

Princess Qin Lanyin, the Emperor's younger sister from the same mother. Back in the capital, countless men pursued her. Disciples of holy lands, prodigies of sects, and outstanding talents from noble families all vied for her attention.

In the end, she chose the patriarch of the Dongfang family, Dongfang Wudi.

This marriage added another layer of prestige to the already illustrious Dongfang family, making them even more prestigious as relatives of royalty.

The Eastern Mansion is located in the eastern part of the Imperial City. It covers several thousand acres, with pavilions and towers stretching as far as the eye can see.

Above the gate of the mansion, the four large characters "Weeping Blood Marquis's Mansion" were forged from meteorite iron from outer space. The strokes of the calligraphy were sharp as knives, exuding a murderous aura.

It was written by the founding emperor himself. Tens of thousands of years later, visitors still stand in awe.

The current clan leader, Dongfang Wudi, has inherited the title of Marquis of Weeping Blood.

Throughout the entire Xuantian Dynasty, this name represents true peak combat power.

Grandmaster.

A realm that ordinary martial artists can never reach in their entire lives. Controlling fragments of the laws of heaven and earth, one is the only one of supreme power within one's domain. A single strike can destroy a nation, its destructive force shaking the heavens and the earth. Tearing through space, shifting heaven and earth, the physical body is near immortal, capable of altering mountains and changing landscapes.

Its power reaches to the heavens and penetrates to the earth.

Looking across the entire Eastern Continent, the number of Grandmasters on the surface can be counted on one hand.

Dongfang Wudi is one of them.

But now, this grandmaster, who stood at the pinnacle of martial arts in Dongzhou, was sitting in his study, flipping through military reports. His expression was calm. He always wore a long black robe, and his aura was extremely restrained. He looked like an ordinary middle-aged scholar, showing no hint of brilliance.

At his level, there's no need to prove anything with an imposing presence.

"Father."

A clear voice came from outside the study. A young man in his early twenties pushed open the door and entered.

His posture was as upright as a pine tree, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. A long sword hung at his waist, and his aura was steady, indicating that his cultivation was not weak.

Dongfang Lingyun, the eldest son of Dongfang Wudi.

"There was an auction in the city today. The Earth Origin Pill that the Nangong family offered was won by the Ximen family. The two sides stood in a standoff outside the auction house for a while, but in the end, nothing came of it."

Dongfang Lingyun spoke casually.

Dongfang Wudi didn't even look up: "Understood."

"Mingyue sent a message back from the Qingyun Holy Land. She said that she has broken through to the peak of the Innate Divine Vein Realm and should be able to return by the end of the year."

Dongfang Wudi paused slightly as he flipped through the military report.

A hint of satisfaction flashed across his eyes.

Dongfang Mingyue, his eldest daughter. Eighteen years old, at the peak of the Innate Divine Vein Realm. This talent is considered exceptionally outstanding even in the entire Eastern Continent. The Supreme Elder of the Azure Cloud Holy Land even personally sent a message, wanting to take her as his last disciple.

"Let her focus on her cultivation; there's no need for her to rush back."

Dongfang Lingyun nodded in agreement. After hesitating for a moment, he spoke again: "What about my second brother..."

Dongfang Wudi raised his eyes and looked over calmly.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing much. It's just that Biluo brought him lunch this morning and said that the second young master was spacing out in the courtyard again."

Dongfang Lingyun said, "It's the same as always."

Dongfang Wudi remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

I didn't say much.

Dongfang Lingyun bowed and withdrew. He paused slightly at the door, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing and strode away.

In this Eastern family, which produces many geniuses, the second young master, Dongfang Wei, has never been a particularly noteworthy figure.

He didn't start speaking until he was three years old.

He barely learned to read at the age of five.

He began his martial arts training at the age of seven, but his progress was much slower than that of his peers.

If he weren't the eldest son of the clan chief, and his mother wasn't the current princess, probably no one in the clan would have remembered that there was such a young master.

But that's all.

No one mistreated him, nor did anyone pay him any special attention. His father, Dongfang Wudi, always treated him with indifference—neither warm nor cold. He received his monthly allowance in full, and was provided with all the servants he was entitled to. But he never personally instructed him in martial arts training as he had with his older brothers and sisters.

His mother, Qin Lanyin, did love him. However, the eldest princess was busy with affairs and frequently entered and exited the palace, so she didn't have much time to spend with him.

As for the rest of the clan? The elders were busy cultivating, and the younger generation was busy competing. Who had the time to pay attention to a second young master with mediocre talent?

Therefore, Dongfang Weiwo's courtyard has always been the quietest place in the entire Marquis's mansion.

Today, that tranquility was broken.

It felt as if something in my mind had shattered with a loud crash.

Countless images flooded in—skyscrapers, bustling traffic, mobile phones and computers, food delivery and express delivery.

A bizarre and fantastical world.

The complete life of an ordinary modern person.

It flashed by like a revolving lantern.

Those memories were so vast that Dongfang Weiwo's body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

For ten years, these fragments of memory had been surfacing in his dreams. Vague, scattered, and incoherent. It took him a full ten years to gradually allow his young body to adapt to that vast amount of information.

Finally, today, everything has become clear.

Complete integration.

It turned out to be the case.

He realized he was a time traveler.

And this world...

Dongfang Weiwo opened his eyes.

A glint of light, not belonging to a ten-year-old child, flashed in his dark eyes.

He raised his head and looked at the corner of sky peeking out above the courtyard wall.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

Tianxuan Continent. Dongzhou.

The Xuantian Dynasty. The Eastern Noble Family.

Over the years, he has lived a secluded life in the mansion, but he is not completely unaware of the outside world. On the contrary—precisely because everyone regards him as an ordinary, taciturn second young master, they never shy away from speaking or acting in his presence, which has allowed him to hear far too much.

For example, his maternal uncle, the emperor, has been unwell recently. The undercurrents among the princes in the court are growing increasingly intense.

For example, there's a demonic sect in the martial arts world called the Blood Fiend Sect, which has been causing a lot of trouble in the northern border recently. They've massacred three cities, and the imperial court has sent several experts to suppress them.

For example, the five continents are separated by endless oceans. Legend has it that those oceans contain spatial rifts and ferocious beasts left over from ancient wars, and even grandmaster-level experts dare not easily cross them. For millions of years, the five continents have developed independently, and have almost lost contact with each other.

For example, the martial arts realms in the Tianxuan Continent are: Body Refinement, Acquired, Innate, Grandmaster, and Great Grandmaster.

My father, Dongfang Wudi, is a Grandmaster.

This is already the pinnacle of martial arts in Dongzhou.

But that was only the peak on the surface.

From the occasional snippets of conversation uttered by the elders, Dongfang Weicong pieced together a chilling truth—

This continent is also home to many ancient monsters who have lived for countless years. These beings have long since withdrawn from worldly affairs, some living in seclusion in hidden realms, others slumbering deep within their own forbidden territories. Some may even have lived since before the last great war of the immortals.

Their absence does not mean they do not exist.

Grandmasters are very powerful.

But compared to those truly ancient beings, they may not amount to much.

And this is only in Dongzhou.

The other four continents are separated by endless seas, developing independently over millennia. Who knows what terrifying beings might have emerged over there?

Dongfang Weiwo was thinking about it.

A golden light suddenly exploded in my mind.

Without any warning.

It instantly filled my entire consciousness.

Within the golden light, countless profound runes flowed. An indescribable, magnificent aura swept over everything, as if some being that had slumbered for millennia was awakening within him.

A cold and authoritative mechanical voice echoed in his mind—

"bite--"

"Summoning System of All Heavens, binding in progress..."

"Binding complete. Host: Dongfang Weiwo. Identity confirmed."

"System functions are loading... Loading complete."

Dongfang Weiwo's pupils contracted slightly.

A semi-transparent light screen appeared in front of me.

Only he himself can see it.

[Summoning System of All Realms]

[Host: Dongfang Weiwo]

Age: 10 years old

Cultivation Level: None

[Energy Points: 0]

Current Permissions: Iron Level

[Summoning Card: None]

(Functional modules: Summoning, Quests, Lottery...)

He stared at the light screen for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

Take a deep breath.

Slowly clench your fist.

Just then, the courtyard gate was gently pushed open.

A beautiful woman dressed in simple palace attire entered. Her features were exquisite, and her demeanor was dignified. Though her face was bare, she possessed an air of quiet authority and nobility. Two maids followed behind her, carrying food boxes.

mother.

Princess Qin Lanyin of the Xuantian Dynasty.

"Only me."

Qin Lanyin walked up to him, knelt down, and gently stroked his forehead. Her gaze was tender.

"Are you feeling better today? Mother asked the kitchen to make some snow ginseng and black chicken soup. Drink it while it's hot."

Dongfang Weiwo looked at the gentle face before him.

A warm feeling welled up in my heart.

In this vast Dongfang family, the only people who truly cared for him were probably his mother and younger sister.

"Thank you, Mother."

The voice was clear and melodious.

Qin Lanyin was slightly taken aback.

This child used to be quiet and slow-witted. But today, his "Mother" was exceptionally clear and fluent. Even his eyes were more lively than usual.