Martial Universe: Inherit the Future, Quickly Become a Martial Ancestor!

The next day.

Before the morning mist had even dissipated, a streak of light flashed across the sky above the War King's Mansion.

Lan He stood in mid-air with his father, Lan Zhan, looking down at the gradually clearing outline below. It was a forbidden area outside the imperial city of the Immortal Dynasty, which was sealed off year-round. Normally, not to mention outsiders, even members of the royal family rarely had the opportunity to set foot there.

Before long, another figure emerged from the depths of the imperial city, his aura steady, and the flow of his Yuan energy carrying a hint of sharp edge.

The person who arrived was none other than Lan Ying.

Today, she wore a sharp, tailored outfit, her long hair tied up high. Her usual languid ease was replaced by a rare seriousness and sharpness. Upon seeing Lan Zhan and Lan He, she gave a slight nod in greeting.

"Second Uncle."

She called out, then her gaze fell on Lan He, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I heard you were summoned too? Good, at least I won't be the only one getting scolded this time."

Before Lanhe could reply, another whooshing sound came from the horizon.

Two figures arrived together.

Leading the group was the head of the Qing family, one of the five great families of the Immortal Dynasty. He was a middle-aged man with a profound and awe-inspiring aura, and his body faintly exuded the fluctuations of the peak of the Nirvana Realm. His every move carried the imposing presence of someone who had long held a high position.

He landed in front of Lan Zhan, cupped his hands in a salute, and said solemnly, "War King, I've been waiting for you."

"Brother Qing." Lan Zhan returned the greeting, his tone light yet conveying a sense of familiarity and casualness between old friends.

Lan He's gaze passed over the two men and landed on the young man who had accompanied them.

He was a man dressed in a moon-white robe, tall and slender with a handsome face, his brows and eyes carrying the composure and reserve typical of scions of noble families. He stood with his hands behind his back, a three-foot-long green sword slung diagonally behind him. The scabbard was simple and unadorned, yet a cold glint subtly flowed within it, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary weapon.

It was Qing Feng, the most outstanding prodigy of the Qing family in this generation.

His gaze swept over Lan He and Lan Ying, and he nodded slightly as a greeting.

Lan Zhan scanned the four people and slowly spoke:

"Everyone's here. Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and stepped into the air towards the forbidden area outside the imperial city that had been sealed off for many years.

Lan He and Lan Ying exchanged a glance, then followed closely behind.

The head of the Qing family stood with his hands behind his back, watching the departing figures, his gaze lingering on Qing Feng for a moment. He remained silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice:

"Feng'er, this is a rare opportunity, don't let it slip away."

Qingfeng lowered his head slightly, his expression calm, but his tone revealed a hint of solemnity:

"I understand, Father."

Immediately, he transformed into a streak of light and followed after them.

……

Three hundred miles outside the capital, a continuous, verdant mountain range stretches across the land. A light mist shrouds this place year-round; its steep slopes and remoteness make it a sparsely populated area, rarely visited even by the people of the Immortal Dynasty.

Lan Zhan led the three juniors to land in front of a secluded valley deep in the mountains.

At the entrance to the valley stands an ancient stone tablet, on which two powerful characters are carved with sword marks—

Sword Tomb.

The handwriting was sharp and incomparable, as if across endless years, one could still feel the sharpness left by the person who carved the words back then.

Lan Zhan stopped at the valley entrance, not daring to step in rashly. He turned to look at Lan He and the other two, his expression even more solemn than before.

"Within the Sword Tomb lies the ancestor's place of seclusion and cultivation," he said slowly, his voice low and deep. "When you meet the ancestor later, you must not be disrespectful."

Lan Ying nodded, and Lan He and Qing Feng also agreed.

Just then, an old and calm voice drifted from the depths of the valley:

"Come in."

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to land directly in everyone's ears, crystal clear.

Lan Zhan bowed slightly before stepping into the valley. The three juniors followed closely behind.

Deep in the valley, the fog thickened, and the surrounding cliffs were covered with countless long swords.

Some swords were rusted and mottled, some still gleamed with a chilling light, and some were reduced to half a blade, deeply embedded in the stone wall. Each sword once belonged to a senior member of the Immortal Dynasty who cultivated immortal sword techniques.

Sword energy and death energy intertwined and permeated the air, enveloping the entire valley in an indescribable atmosphere of grimness.

At the bottom of the valley, on a blue stone platform, sat an old man in gray robes.

The old man had white hair and beard, a gaunt face, and slightly closed eyes. His aura was deep and profound. He sat motionless, yet seemed to be one with the entire sword tomb. The sharp sword intent emanating from the longswords around him became as docile as lambs before him.

This is the pillar of the Immortal Dynasty—the Lan family patriarch, an unparalleled powerhouse who has been at the peak of the Life Profound Realm for many years.

Lan Zhan stepped forward and bowed in salute:

"Ancestor, the person has been brought."

The old man slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were cloudy and deep, as if they had weathered countless years of storms, yet a gentle light flashed in them the instant they looked at the three young people.

He sized up Lan He and the other two, and after a moment, nodded slightly.

"Both are good."

The voice was old, yet it exuded a reassuring power.

Lan Zhan hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but whisper, "Ancestor, your injury..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man waved his hand, interrupting him.

"It's alright." The old man's tone was calm, revealing no emotion. "My old bones can still hold up."

Lan Zhan opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but seeing the ancestor's expression, he ultimately did not speak again.

The old man glanced at him indifferently, raising an eyebrow slightly:

"The person has been delivered, what are you still standing here for?"

Lan Zhan was taken aback, then gave a wry smile and bowed respectfully.

"Yes, this junior will take his leave now."

He turned to look at Lan He and the other two, his gaze lingering on them for a moment. He didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly, and then transformed into a streak of light, rushing out of the Sword Tomb.

The valley returned to silence.

The ancestor stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the three young people. His expression was calm, yet he exuded an air of authority that came from long-held power.

"Alright," he said calmly, "it's time to get down to business."

The old man spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears, "The Immortal Sword Technique is the most outstanding inheritance of my Immortal Dynasty. According to the rules, you juniors who haven't even reached the Fifth Yuan Nirvana Realm should not have come into contact with this sword technique."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the three of them:

"But this exchange battle was a failure, Lan Shang was crippled, and the face of the younger generation of the Immortal Dynasty was trampled underfoot. So I, your ancestor, will make an exception and teach you this sword technique ahead of schedule."

"As for how much you can learn and how deeply you can understand it, that depends on your own destiny."

The three from Lanhe straightened up and lowered their heads to listen.

The old man didn't say anything more, but simply raised one hand, his fingers slightly spread, and gently clenched it.

"Buzz!"

Within the Sword Tomb, ten thousand swords resounded!

Lan He's pupils contracted slightly. He saw that the longswords on the surrounding cliffs, which had been silent for countless years, seemed to be awakened by an invisible force. The swords trembled and emitted a deep sword hum.

Rusty ancient swords, gleaming new swords, broken swords with only half a blade remaining... countless longswords detached from the stone wall at the same moment, slowly levitated, and soared into the air!

"roar!"

The sword's cry, like a dragon's roar, echoed through the valley. In an instant, sword light wove together, sword shadows surged like a tide, swirling and intertwining beneath the sky, finally converging into a colossal sword dragon stretching across the heavens!

The dragon's body was composed of hundreds of longswords, its scales flowing with sword light, its claws flashing with sword shadows. Its head held high, gazing down upon all living beings, its tangible sword intent pressing down relentlessly, making it hard to breathe.

Lan He looked up at the sword dragon, his pupils reflecting the sky full of sword light, and he was so shocked that he was almost speechless.

This is the foundation of the Immortal Dynasty, the most advanced spiritual martial arts in the world!