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

The sun and moon revolve, and the seasons change.

The stone door to the cultivation room remained closed for a full year.

During that year, the courtyard where Lanhe was in seclusion was designated as a forbidden area, and no servants were allowed to approach it.

Occasionally, servants passing by from afar could only vaguely sense the fluctuations of Yuan energy seeping through the crack in the door, from the initial calmness to the later surge, and finally to that heart-palpitating sense of oppression.

Nobody knows what happened inside.

Only Xinli would stand quietly outside the courtyard gate for a moment each day before leaving silently.

……

one year later.

Inside the cultivation room, Lan He finally stirred.

He slowly opened his eyes, and two deep lights flashed briefly in his gaze. His aura was completely different from a year ago, more profound and vast, like an unfathomable abyss.

"Finally... we've reached this point."

He muttered to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.

suddenly--

Whoohoo!

Inside the quiet room, the crimson flames of Nirvana suddenly rose up. The originally calm and pervasive Nirvana aura, as if drawn by some force, began to surge toward the Blue River at an astonishing speed.

Amidst that violent surge, Lan He's seated figure faintly glowed with golden light, the purplish-gold beneath his skin growing ever deeper, yet subtly revealing a strange crimson hue. The surrounding air became dry and scorching, as if even breathing could ignite it.

A wisp of pitch-black flame slowly emerged from the depths of his body without warning.

Nirvana Flame!

The black flame had no temperature whatsoever, yet it exuded an extremely eerie aura, as if it wanted to melt away everything tangible. Wherever it passed, the meridians twitched slightly, the flesh trembled faintly, and the bones felt a stinging pain.

Lan He glanced down at the raging black flame within his body, but his expression remained unusually calm.

"Nirvana Demon Flame..." he chuckled softly, "I've been waiting for you."

With a thought, the ancient and obscure black rune deep within his dantian slowly emerged.

Devour the Ancestral Symbol!

hum!

An invisible force of devouring spread out. The wisp of Nirvana Demon Flame, which was about to rage, seemed to have encountered its natural enemy. Before it could even struggle, it was swallowed whole by the black rune.

Then, the ancestral symbol slowly circulated, and the flame containing the aura of destruction was crushed and decomposed bit by bit, turning into the purest primordial energy, which flowed back into Lan He's body like a trickle.

Lan He closed his eyes and quietly felt the earth-shaking changes within his body. His meridians were expanding, his Yuan energy was boiling, and even the hundred longswords stored in his Qiankun bag seemed to sense their master's transformation, faintly emitting soft sword sounds.

A moment later, everything returned to calm.

He opened his eyes, a glint of purple-gold light flashing deep within them.

He looked down at his hands, gently clenched his fists, and the air crackled with a faint popping sound.

"The Fifth Nirvana Realm..." he murmured, his smile deepening. "It went even more smoothly than I expected."

However, the smile didn't last long.

He raised an eyebrow slightly and muttered to himself, "It's just that this mental energy... without any cultivation resources, it's too slow."

Having said that, he focused his mind and sank into the Niwan Palace (a point on the back of the head).

Within the spiritual space that had transformed into a miniature world, three extremely refined natal talismans floated silently, slowly rotating in a triangular formation. Each talisman radiated a warm light, echoing each other and subtly forming a mysterious balance.

Three Seals Celestial Talisman Master.

During that year, he spent a full six months, relying on his own foundation and comprehension, to push his spiritual power from the first seal to the third seal, without relying on any external aids.

He originally intended to make a breakthrough to become a Five-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master in one go, but later found that the further he went, the more difficult the cultivation became. He could hardly make any progress by hard work alone, so he had to put it aside for the time being and instead focus on cultivating Yuan Power.

Fortunately, he had the help of the Nirvana Pill and the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, which made his cultivation much smoother.

In half a year, he broke through three barriers, progressing from the dualistic Nirvana realm to the five-dimensional Nirvana realm.

If you calculate it carefully, you can break through a small level every two months on average.

Such a cultivation speed, if it were to spread, would be enough to shake the entire Eastern Xuan Region.

Lan He stood up, stretched his limbs, and looked through the stone wall of the training room as if gazing at the Hundred Dynasties Battlefield that was about to begin.

He is only eighteen years old now.

If he continues cultivating like this, he will have plenty of time to break through to the Life Profound Realm before he turns twenty, which is comparable to the Dou Zun powerhouse in the neighboring Dou Qi Continent.

He snapped out of his thoughts, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"The Great War of a Hundred Dynasties... I should go and see it."

……

Soon after, the stone door to the cultivation room slowly opened.

Lan He stepped out of the stone door that had been closed for a year, the sunlight outside making him squint slightly. A familiar figure was already waiting outside.

"Young Master." Xinli bowed slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Welcome back from seclusion."

Not far away, Lan Zhan and Lan Zhong stood side by side. Lan Zhan still had that lazy look on his face, a smile playing on his lips. He looked his son up and down, then nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, Fifth-Element Nirvana Realm. You didn't embarrass your father."

Lan Zhong bowed respectfully to the side, a gratified smile on his aged face.

"Let's go, let's eat first." Lan Zhan patted his son's shoulder. "After a year of seclusion, your mouth must be getting bland."

……

In the main hall of the War King's Mansion, the father and son sat around the table, with Lan Zhong standing by their side.

The dishes on the table weren't anything fancy, just the home-cooked meals that Lan He had loved since childhood. Lan Zhan, unusually, didn't put on airs as a father, and ate while rambling on:

"I've already made arrangements for the Hundred Dynasties War. In ten days, the Immortal Dynasty will organize a unified force to teleport you to the ancient battlefield. You'll travel with Lan Ying and that kid Qing Feng, so you can look out for each other on the way."

Lan He nodded, his expression calm.

Lan Zhan rambled on for a few more minutes. When the meal was almost finished, he put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and suddenly said seriously:

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

As he spoke, he took out a palm-sized picture book from his sleeve and handed it to Lan He.

Lan He took it, opened it, and glanced at it. It depicted a strange, emerald-green spiritual fruit, with four large characters next to it: Balance Spiritual Fruit.

"Balance Fruit?" He looked up at his father.

Lan Zhan nodded, his expression much more serious than before, and explained, "That's right. Besides competing for opportunities and improving your strength, there's another extremely important thing you need to do when you go to the Hundred Dynasties Battlefield this time: to find this spiritual fruit."

Upon hearing this, Lan He frowned slightly: "What is the Balance Spirit Fruit? Who is it for?"

Lan Zhan remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "It's for the ancestor."

"The ancestor is injured?" Lan He was taken aback.

Lan Zhan did not answer directly, but leaned back in his chair, his gaze becoming somewhat distant, as if recalling some past events.

"Do you remember that senior from the Immortal Dynasty I mentioned to you? The one who shone brightly in the exchange battle, overshadowing his peers, and was later assassinated?"

Lan He nodded.

"That prodigy is a member of our Lan family's royal family."

Lan Zhan's voice turned somber. "After that incident, although we didn't find out which super dynasty was responsible, we all knew in our hearts that it was undoubtedly the Tianyuan Dynasty. This isn't the first or second time they've done something like this."

"Among the ten super dynasties, only the Tianyuan Dynasty is so unruly."

"At that time, the ancestor was furious and single-handedly attacked the Tianyuan Dynasty. In that battle, he used the Great Perfection Immortal Sword Technique to fight against three Shengxuan Realm experts, killing one and seriously injuring two others."

As he said this, a hint of pride crept into his voice, but it quickly faded as he spoke:

"But just as he was about to retire successfully, the Tianyuan Dynasty invited a Death Profound Realm elder from the Yuan Sect."

Lan He's pupils contracted slightly.

"That Death Profound Realm elder showed no mercy, striking with a single palm, severely injuring the ancestor on the spot. Fortunately, a Death Profound Realm elder from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace received the news in time and rushed to the rescue, bringing the ancestor back from the Tianyuan Dynasty."

Lan Zhan sighed and continued:

"At that time, our ancestor had already reached the peak of the Life Profound Realm and was on the verge of breaking through to the Death Profound Realm. That palm strike from the Death Profound Realm expert not only severely injured him, but also shattered the already fragile balance of life and death within his body. That death energy forcibly rushed into his body, forcing him to undergo the cleansing of death energy ahead of schedule and step into the Death Profound Realm."

"Given our ancestor's condition at the time, forcing his way through the pass while severely injured was almost certain death."

Lan He frowned: "And then what happened?"

"Fortunately, the elder of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace used a secret technique to temporarily suppress the death energy in the ancestor's body. In addition, the ancestor has been staying in the Sword Tomb for many years, using the sword intent left by his predecessors to constantly wear down the death energy, and his injuries have finally gradually stabilized."

Lan Zhan paused, his gaze filled with a complex emotion:

"But ultimately... we're still one step away from a full recovery."

Lan He remained silent for a moment, then asked, "So this Balancing Spirit Fruit can help our ancestor completely heal?"

"good."

Lan Zhan nodded and solemnly said, "The Balance Spirit Fruit, a rare treasure of heaven and earth, is not very useful to Nirvana Realm cultivators, because Nirvana Realm cultivators only have Yuan Power in their bodies. But for experts in the Life and Death Profound Realm, this fruit is a sacred healing object."

He explained, "Many experts at the Life and Death Realm fail because they cannot control the balance of life and death energies within their bodies, ultimately leading to physical collapse and their demise at this stage. The function of the Balancing Spirit Fruit is to harmonize life and death energies, helping cultivators overcome this perilous hurdle."

He looked at Lan He, his eyes filled with expectation:

"This kind of spiritual fruit is now almost extinct in the outside world. Even a super sect like the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace cannot produce it. However, the Hundred Dynasties Battlefield is an ancient relic, and there may still be some left inside. If you encounter it when you go in this time, you must find a way to get your hands on it."

Lan He closed the picture book, tucked it into his pocket, and nodded solemnly:

"I've remembered it."

His ancestor had bestowed upon him the grace of passing on his teachings, so this was something he had to do. Moreover, in that battle, his ancestor had stood up for the Immortal Dynasty and sought justice for the Lan family, which was why he was still suffering from unhealed injuries.

Both morally and logically, he should do his part.