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

The Tianxuan Mountains in Zhongzhou shouldn't actually be called mountains.

Even from a distance, it appeared majestic, like a divine spine lying horizontally. But once the car entered the area within a hundred miles of the foot of the mountain, Dongfang Weiwo truly understood why the cultivators of Zhongzhou said, "The Tianxuan Mountain Range is the backbone of the Tianxuan Continent"—it was not a single mountain at all, but seven main peaks arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper, with cloud bridges forged by the power of creation connecting the peaks.

The entire mountain range was filled with spiritual energy, and the clouds were dyed a hazy, dark purple by the spiritual light. Within a radius of a thousand miles, all the plants and trees were imbued with spirituality, and the wildflowers by the roadside had been blooming for three hundred years.

Yan Kuangtu jumped off the carriage, took a deep breath, and grinned, saying:

"A good place."

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng stood on either side of the carriage, their hands resting on their sword hilts—a posture they had maintained ever since they entered the Central Plains, ready to draw their swords at any moment.

As Dongfang Weiwo stepped out from behind the curtain, his feet landed on the starting point of the white jade-paved mountain path. Suddenly, the array patterns on his right arm and back burned, and the key seal within his body rotated on its own.

resonance.

What was responding to his bloodline deep within the heart of the Primordial Divine Sect? Was it a bone, or a fragment?

He couldn't tell for the time being, but the commotion was enough for him to confirm that the Primordial Divine Sect was indeed hiding something good.

At the end of the mountain path, the gate of the Taichu Divine Sect slowly opened.

Dongfang Weiwo looked up, his pupils shrinking slightly.

From the foot of the mountain to the mountain gate, on the three-hundred-foot-long white jade steps, one hundred and eight celestial beings are lined up on both sides.

At the very front were those in the early stages of the Celestial Realm. The higher one went, the deeper one's cultivation became. Three old men stood at the mountain gate. The one in the middle had an aura as deep and serene as an ancient well—he was at the peak of the Celestial Realm. And he wasn't just any ordinary peak Celestial Realm cultivator; he was the one who had already touched the threshold of Creation.

Behind the three elders stood a middle-aged man in blue robes, his hands clasped behind his back. He had a refined and scholarly appearance, yet his aura was the most serene. Dongfang Weiwo recognized him—Shen Jinglan, the chief disciple of the Taichu Divine Sect, said to be the number one young talent in the Central Plains, a late-stage Celestial Realm cultivator.

The rest were all high-ranking members of the Primordial Divine Sect with cold, indifferent gazes. There were no smiles, no welcoming music or rituals.

Yan Kuangtu narrowed his eyes: "Young Master, something's not right."

"I can tell."

Dongfang Weiwo's voice was very soft, "They want me to kneel down and go up there."

One hundred and eight celestial beings on both sides of the mountain path moved simultaneously—their auras were released like a floodgate opening, and the pressure of the one hundred and eight celestial beings converged into an invisible mountain, crashing directly towards the three people at the beginning of the mountain path.

Ximen Chuixue's sword sheath trembled slightly, while Ye Gucheng's longsword was already half an inch out of its sheath. But Dongfang Weiwo raised his hand and pressed down on their shoulders.

"Madman."

Yan Kuangtu took a deep breath and then smiled.

The smile was ferocious and excited, like a tiger that had been starving for half a month suddenly seeing a mountain full of sheep.

He crossed his arms over his chest, took a step forward, and stood in front of Dongfang Weiwo.

The aura of the initial stage of creation erupted without reservation—not gently, not tentatively, but a violent release that wanted to crush everything in its path. It was like a red-hot hammer smashing into an icy lake.

A series of muffled groans echoed up and down the mountain path.

The cultivators in the first row at the early stage of the Celestial Realm swayed violently, their faces turning deathly pale and their knees buckling. The cultivators in the second row at the middle stage of the Celestial Realm gritted their teeth and held on, but cold sweat rolled down their foreheads, and their upright figures began to tremble visibly. The cultivators in the third row at the late stage of the Celestial Realm changed their expressions slightly and took a half step back to steady themselves.

Yan Kuangtu began to ascend. With each step he took, the aura of creation pushed forward, like an invisible giant wave rolling across the mountain path.

He wasn't walking fast, his arms were still crossed, he was still smiling, and he was still calling out:

"Make way, make way, everyone! My young master is going up the mountain. Anyone blocking the way, lie down. Don't make me do it myself; I'm a clumsy person."

One day, no one could hold on any longer. Midway down the steps, a young cultivator buckled at the knees and collapsed to his knees with a thud, his hands supporting him on the ground, drenched in sweat. The second, the third—like dominoes, those with shallower cultivation levels knelt down one after another. It wasn't that they didn't want to hold on; the pressure from the Creation Realm cultivator directly crushed their will.

Of the 108 people, only about a third managed to stay standing.

The high-level Celestials were all pale and drenched in sweat, but none of them retreated—behind them was the mountain gate, and behind them was the face of the Primordial Divine Sect.

Yan Kuangtu reached the middle section and glanced back at Dongfang Weiwo. Dongfang Weiwo nodded slightly and stepped onto the first step.

He walked steadily, each step landing precisely in the center of the white jade steps. The pressure that Yan Kuangtu had cleared away was nothing to him anymore. His Demon-Sealing Bloodline was now resonating with the entire Tianxuan Mountain Range, and the pressure falling on him was like water flowing over bluestone, leaving only a slight coolness.

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng followed closely behind. Their swords remained sheathed, but when their eyes swept over the kneeling and standing celestial beings of the Taichu Divine Sect, their calm scrutiny was sharper than the glint of their swords.

Dongfang Weiwo walked the three-hundred-zhang mountain path for almost half an incense stick's time. When he stopped on the last step in front of the mountain gate, he met the eyes of the Supreme Elder who was at the peak of the Celestial Realm.

The old man had white hair and beard, and held a long, dark sword in his hand, the sword radiating a spiritual light as solid as black jade.

Dongfang Weiwo recognized that sword—the Sword in the Stone, one of the three great treasured weapons of the Primordial Divine Sect, a Creation-level weapon.

"The young man from the Dongfang family."

The Supreme Elder spoke, his voice aged and cold, "The Primordial Divine Sect is not a place you can enter at will. What you possess concerns the fate of all living beings. If you do not leave behind a trace of your bloodline for us to study, you will not pass through this gate today."

Dongfang Weiwo looked at him without saying a word.

He raised his right hand, palm up, fingers slightly spread.

Deep within his dantian, the key seal slowly rotated a full circle.

Dark golden patterns spread from his palm, and the intricate array diagrams moved like living things, climbing from his fingertips up his wrist, forearm, right shoulder, and back—the entire array diagram pattern appeared completely at this moment, just like the scene when the ancient array in Baidi City was activated half a year ago.

The Tianxuan Mountains moved.

The seven main peaks trembled simultaneously, and a roar, as if an ancient behemoth had awakened, came from the depths of the earth—the foundation of the protective barrier that had never been shaken since the founding of the Primordial Divine Sect ten thousand years ago, was now being pulled by another force of the same origin, and was disintegrating inch by inch on its own.

The restrictive runes on the mountain gate went out one after another, and the thousand-year-old barrier split open to both sides like the receding tide, leaving a smooth path. The spiritual light on the white jade steps dimmed completely.

Everyone in the Primordial Divine Sect changed their expressions.

Shen Jinglan's pupils contracted sharply, and he took a step forward, his lips moving. The Supreme Elder who held the Sword in the Stone was even more terrified and wanted to retreat—the Creation-level divine weapon in his hand was now buzzing incessantly, and the spirit within the Sword in the Stone was actually in fear, because it sensed a higher-level being.

Dongfang Weiwo withdrew his hand. The dark gold patterns slowly faded back beneath his skin, leaving only a faint trace of a key mark on his palm.

He stepped through the mountain gate.

As he passed the Supreme Elder, Dongfang Weiwo's voice was very soft, so soft that only the two of them could hear it:

"I'm here as a guest, not to offer blood. If you block my way again, I'll change the plaque above your mountain gate to the three characters 'Tianxuan Mansion'."

With a clang, the sword slipped from the Supreme Elder's hand and crashed onto the white jade steps.

A sigh came from the direction of the main hall. The Primordial Daoist emerged from the hall, his white hair disheveled, his coarse Daoist robe faded from washing, yet a faint smile graced his face. He walked to the mountain gate and bowed slightly to the east, facing the direction of Weiwo.

"The descendants of gods and demons have graced our humble abode, bringing great honor to the Primordial Divine Sect."

The old Taoist straightened up, his gaze sweeping over his fellow disciples on either side, whose faces were grim. His voice was neither loud nor soft, but it could be heard throughout the entire mountain range: "The rank of the Demon-Sealing Bloodline is higher than that of any elder of the Primordial Divine Sect."

"I apologize on behalf of the sect for any offense caused earlier today. Young Master Dongfang, please come inside and have some tea."

The hardliners exchanged glances, and no one spoke again.

Dongfang Weiwo nodded slightly and stepped into the main hall of the Primordial Divine Sect. Behind him, Shen Jinglan quickly followed, his eyes filled with undisguised shock as he looked at Dongfang Weiwo.

The tea room of the Taoist Master Taichu is located in a suspended bamboo building behind the main hall. It is open on all sides, with a bottomless abyss below and dark purple spiritual clouds above.

When the wind blows through the bamboo house, it carries away tiny sparks of light, like thousands of fireflies drifting by.

Dongfang Weiwo and Taichu Daoren sat facing each other, Yan Kuangtu leaned against the door chewing on a blade of grass, and Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng guarded the windows on either side.

Shen Jinglan stood behind Taichu Daoren, his expression had returned to calm, but his gaze remained fixed on Dongfang Weiwo.

"Young Master Dongfang, do you think our Primordial Divine Sect's display of force just now was genuine or a test?"

The Taoist Master Taichu poured two cups of tea with a leisurely gesture.

"Yes, we have both."

Dongfang Weiwo picked up his teacup but didn't drink. "It's true that they wanted to preserve my bloodline, but it's also true that they wanted to test my strength. If it weren't for Brother Shen's internal mediation, there would probably be more than just one Grand Elder blocking the door today."

Shen Jinglan was slightly taken aback, then smiled wryly:

"Young master has discerning eyes. After my master received the invitation letter, he ordered me to coordinate with the various peaks, but my second and third uncles insisted on testing you."

They said... "How strong can that kid from Dongzhou be?"

Tai Chu Dao Ren sighed: "The second and third brothers have been stuck at the peak of the Celestial Realm for too long. They are envious of the threshold of creation but can't get in, so they have some thoughts they shouldn't have."

However, your move just now really intimidated them; at least they won't make things difficult for you openly anymore.

"It's enough to make it public."