"Ding! Claim successful. The legacy of Evil God Ni Xuan, the Primordial Dragon God inheritance, and the Ten Evil God Seeds are now being integrated. Extreme physical and spiritual agony will occur during the fusion — Host, please endure!"
An absolute, ancient cataclysm detonated within Xiao Tian's flesh and soul.
First was the awakening of Evil God Ni Xuan's legacy. The supreme authority ignited within his core, purging his mortal vessel of every defect. His body transcended mortal bounds, becoming immune to ordinary negative statuses, poisons, and law suppression. From Ni Xuan's primordial nature arose the foundation of absolute domain and supreme authority. Xiao Tian did not merely control the forces of creation—he became their undisputed sovereign. Anchoring this was an imperious aura that engraved a terrifying might onto his soul, subjecting all lower existences to instinctual subjugation.
Before the sensory shock could settle, the Primordial Dragon God awakened.
Yet, as the true dragon blood swept into his flesh, it did not stay azure. The supreme Evil God authority, standing at the absolute apex of existence, violently dominated and refined the draconic essence. The blue light of the Azure Dragon was swallowed entirely, rising from the ashes transformed into a blinding, radiant cosmic gold. The two lineages fused seamlessly into a singular, ultimate authority: The Primordial Golden Dragon God Bloodline.
A deafening, cosmic roar echoed through the depths of his consciousness—the roar of a golden divine sovereign ruling over creation itself. His skeleton fractured into fine powder before fusing into indestructible, divine gold bone engraved with ancient runes. The Golden Dragon God Soul merged into his consciousness, while golden dragon marrow took root in his spine, pumping hyper-refined divine gold essence to fortify his physical vessel with absolute, terrifying strength.
Then, the Ten seeds descended.
Ten Evil God seeds—Fire, Water, Lightning, Wind, Earth, Darkness, Light, Space, Time, and Devouring—slammed into his core as conceptual forces, embedding themselves as distinct Evil God Seeds anchored directly within his inner world.
The ten seeds took root in defiance of natural law. Fire & Water: Volatile crimson Fire melted into ice-blue Water, burning and freezing simultaneously. Lightning & Wind: Violet Thunder roared alongside howling cyan-green Wind into fluid plasma storms. Unyielding Earth provided the cosmic bedrock. Light & Darkness: Radiant Light poured creation energy into the void, while absolute Darkness wielded pure destruction energy, forming an eternal cycle of birth and decay. Space & Time: Spatial folding anchored dimensional boundaries while Time fractured across past, present, and future, governing the perpetual rhythm. Devouring: At the center, Devouring opened like an endless abyss, binding all ten seeds into flawless equilibrium.
He was able to perfectly control, resist, and absorb the powers of all ten elements without a shred of conflict or backlash. With the Ten Evil God Seeds firmly anchored in his core, the fundamental elements no longer existed as external forces to be mastered, but as natural extensions of his very soul. Any elemental energy in existence—whether a violent Divine Flame, a destructive lightning pool, or a spatial rift—would instantly submit to his absolute dominion upon contact.
Xiao Tian gritted his teeth, refusing to utter a single groan as impurities and golden divine blood were purged through his pores.
However, the sheer, unimaginable magnitude of these combined legacies was far too colossal for a mere mortal realm to contain without instantly shattering Xiao Tian's current vessel and the surrounding world space. Sensing the existential threat, the system's failsafe protocols snapped into action.
A series of ancient, glowing shackles manifested within his Dantian and meridian lines. One by one, the supreme powers bound themselves into his deepest foundation. The Dragon God Soul, the true divine bloodlines, and the invincible Golden Dragon physical body were heavily sealed away. They remained dormant, slumbering deep within his marrow and soul core, waiting for his base cultivation to grow strong enough to unbolt their cosmic locks.
Half an hour later, the storm subsided. He washed away the residue in hot water and stood before a tall bronze mirror. Though his absolute powers were sealed, his physique was sculpted to perfection, tall and lean, radiating an ancient sovereign's majesty intertwined with golden draconic might and the silent gravity of absolute elemental control.
"The Evil God's seeds, the Primordial Golden Dragon God, and the Ten Seeds..." Xiao Tian murmured, clenching his fist as a faint, lingering trace of a golden dragon god phantom bathed in divine light flickered behind him.
"Ding! Integration complete. Imparting the Heaven Punishing Ancestral Sword Art and the Yellow Spring Demonic Scripture."
A torrent of sword arts and techniques flooded his consciousness. Sitting cross-legged, he guided the ancient text's flow, converting his Dou Qi until a refined silver glow swirled at his fingertips, cementing his foundation as a Two-star Dou Practitioner.
The next morning, an old voice called outside: "Third Young Master, Fourth Young Master, the Clan Leader requests your presence in the Great Reception Hall. Important guests have arrived."
Xiao Tian selected a refined, dark water-blue robe with white silk trimming, stepped out into the courtyard, and met Xiao Yan. Connecting the timing to his knowledge of this world, Xiao Tian understood immediately: Nalan Yanran of the Cloud Mist Sect had arrived to forcefully dissolve the marriage contract.
"Let's go, Xiao Yan-zi," Xiao Tian said, clapping his brother's shoulder gently.
Navigating through the winding corridors, the trio soon arrived before the grand reception hall. Clan Leader Xiao Zhan sat at the head of the hall alongside the three core Elders. Opposite them sat three unfamiliar figures—two elder men in high-ranking Sect robes, and a strikingly beautiful young woman with three glittering golden stars embroidered around a sword-and-cloud crest.
Upon entering, Xiao Tian spotted Xiao Xun'er sitting quietly in a shadowed corner. He walked over and pulled up a wooden chair beside her, while Xiao Yan took the seat next to him.
Suddenly, a sharp, precise pinch twisted the skin at Xiao Tian's waist. He turned to see Xun'er offering him a sweet smile, her dark eyes sparkling with dangerous mischief.
"Xiao Tian Ge-ge..." she murmured. "Is she that pretty?"
"Not even close to my Xun'er," Xiao Tian replied instantly with a wry grin, gently capturing her small hand and placing it back in her lap.
He turned toward Xiao Yan, leaning in slightly. "Do you know who they are?"
Xiao Yan blinked. "You know, Tian-ge?"
"Look at the silver cloud and sword embroidery. They belong to the Cloud Mist Sect. And that girl is Nalan Yanran—your fiancée."
Xiao Yan's posture stiffened instantly. Right on cue, the older guest, Ge Ye, stepped forward into the center of the hall, formally announcing that he was acting under the orders of Sect Leader Yun Yun to dissolve the marriage engagement.
The hall's atmosphere plunged into absolute frost. Xiao Zhan's face darkened, and the teacup in his hand crumbled into fine porcelain powder under his mounting rage.
Nalan Yanran looked down at the silent hall, her voice cold and unyielding: "I will give you three years. Three years from now, both of us will have reached adulthood. I will wait for you at the peak of the Cloud Mist Sect. If you manage to defeat me in three years, I will serve as your slave or maid. But if you remain a useless waste, you will hand over the marriage contract with your own hands. Do you dare accept this three-year agreement?"
Xiao Yan's chest heaved as the weight of her arrogant challenge hung in the air. Before he could utter his response, a casual, melodious laugh broke the suffocating frost of the reception hall.
Xiao Tian slowly stood up, brushing off an imaginary speck of dust from his dark water-blue robe. Every eye snapped toward him.
"A three-year agreement? Serving as a maid?" Xiao Tian took a step forward, his handsome face lit by an amused, dangerous smirk. "Miss Nalan, your Cloud Mist Sect certainly loves to put a grand stage on what is, at its core, an utterly disgraceful display of bad manners."
Ge Ye's face darkened, his Dou Ling aura surging. "Junior, mind your tongue! The Cloud Mist Sect—"
"Quiet," Xiao Tian said smoothly. His voice was soft, yet it carried an absolute, imperious pressure that crushed the elder's voice right back down his throat. For a split second, despite his sealed state, a flickering shadow of the golden dragon god bathed in divine light flashed behind Xiao Tian, causing Ge Ye's heart to leap into his throat with instinctual, soul-level terror.
Xiao Tian casually rested a hand on Xiao Yan's shoulder, transferring a soothing thread of pure energy to calm his brother's raging Dou Qi.
"Xiao Yan-zi," Xiao Tian murmured, his voice echoing clearly across the hall. "She came to your home, insulted our father, and looked down on your future. A real man doesn't negotiate terms with someone who brings an army to cancel a promise."
Xiao Yan looked up at his brother, the fire in his eyes solidifying into cold, unbreakable steel. He stepped past Xiao Tian, drew a sleek dagger from his waist, and cleanly sliced his own palm. Blood spilled onto the smooth jade floor.
Walking straight up to Nalan Yanran, Xiao Yan grabbed a blank parchment from a nearby table, smeared his bloody handprint across it, and wrote several stark, bold words: Divorce Paper.
He slammed it onto the table in front of her.
"Nalan Yanran!" Xiao Yan's voice boomed through the hall. "You came here to dissolve this marriage because you think I'm trash. But today, it is not you annulling this marriage—it is I, Xiao Yan, who divorces you!"
He glared into her shocked, wide eyes.
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west! Do not look down on a young man just because he is poor! Three years from now, on the peak of the Cloud Mist Sect, I will be there. Not to marry you, but to crush your arrogance under my heel!"
Nalan Yanran flushed crimson, trembling with fury and humiliation as Xiao Yan turned his back on her.
Sitting in the corner, Xiao Xun'er covered her lips with a subtle, admiring smile, while Xiao Tian leaned back, thoroughly satisfied. The gears of fate had officially turned.