Nearly a month had passed since Yu Xuan entered ditation.
Within the isolation barrier, Yu Xuan’s eyes snapped open.
For a mont, everything around him was still.
Then — colors burst into brilliance.
His mind was crystal clear, sharper than ever before, and his spirit sense surged outward but Yu Xuan restrained it, compressing the perception back into himself.
By his estimation, his spiritual sense now covered at least ten kiloters in every direction.
A faint eye mark glimred on his forehead.
The Spiritual Eye — the third eye of perception, had opened.
If he had to describe it, it was like viewing the world anew — as if another layer of existence had unfolded before him.
Through this eye, the world appeared more full.
The air shimred with patterns of spiritual energy, lines of flow and rhythm, every leaf and grain, carrying faint traces of life and intent.
And along with it, his instincts deepened.
His thoughts moved faster, cleaner, no longer bound by hesitation or distraction.
Yu Xuan exhaled slowly, the sound echoing softly inside the barrier.
He had broken through three spiritual restrictions — six more remained.
But he knew his cultivation had limits for now; forcing further breakthroughs would only damage his foundation. That would be left for the future.
Still, even now, power thrumd beneath his skin like a living storm.
His gaze turned to the golden orb floating before him — the Heart of the Martial Ancestor’s Legacy.
"It’s ti," Yu Xuan murmured.
He extended his hand. The mont his fingers brushed the orb’s surface, a flood of information invaded his consciousness.
He saw visions of Heavenly Gods, beings who moved mountains with a glance, whose words were law.
Knowledge surged through his mind: their language, laws, traditions, and above all — their techniques.
A single supre martial art appeared in his mind, [Unity Arts], a technique that could rge body, spirit, intent and soul into one.
Alongside it ca countless auxiliary inheritances — formation theory, alchemy, runes, puppet control, and pill refinent.
When the flow of knowledge ended, energy from the orb began seeping into his body.
But then — sothing stirred.
His [Darkness & Light Origin Physique] flared on its own.
Golden and black lights intertwined around him, forming a perfect balance.
The foreign divine energy tried to alter him, to refine his human essence into the essence of a Heavenly God, but his physique resisted, devoured, and converted it instead.
The transformation did not elevate his race; it strengthened his form. His body grew sturdier, purer, every muscle humming with vitality.
Yu Xuan blinked, surprised.
’Was body cultivation is supposed to be this easy?’ he thought, but then he suddenly felt sothing.
A bond stirring.
It was them.
Around his neck, faint shimr appeared.
A small, delicate locket materialized from thin air — the one he always wore hidden, containing the two mysterious eggs.
Normally, the locket was invisible, cloaked by its unique function.
Yu Xuan had discovered that by accident — one idle day, he had spun the locket in his hand and found it vanish from sight.
A single tap made it invisible and undetectable, perfect for concealing the two eggs that Chaos Heaven Peak’s master once identified as Grade One lifeforms.
Not even the Martial Ancestor had detected them, which gave Yu Xuan a strange sense of comfort.
But now, the locket appeared on its own, drawn by the divine energy that filled the air.
The eggs inside pulsed faintly, as if hungry.
Yu Xuan sighed, a hint of reluctance flickering in his eyes.
"So am I a Mother Hen now?, huh?"
He used [Telekinesis]. The locket floated from his chest, hovering before the golden orb.
Black and white radiance flared from Yu Xuan’s palms as he gripped the orb with both hands.
He began to refine the orb’s power, splitting and channeling it carefully into the two eggs, balancing each flow perfectly.
The golden energy then flowed like molten sunlight into the locket.
Yu Xuan could sense it — the eggs absorbing, growing, awakening.
But by the sheer density of the energy, he realized this would take ti.
A long ti.
So he resud his duties as a Mother Hen.
***
Two weeks passed.
The energy transfer was finally complete.
Yu Xuan had fed every last trace of power from the golden orb into the two eggs.
One now radiated a serene blue-white glow, gentle yet pure; the other shimred with dark luminescence, deep as the night sky.
Both looked crystalline now, their surfaces smooth and lustrous like carved gems.
Yu Xuan even thought he saw them move faintly.
For a split second, it looked as though the two eggs yawned lazily.
He chuckled under his breath.
"So even you two are too lazy to hatch, huh?"
Then he reattached the locket around his neck and tapped it once. Instantly, it shimred, fading from view, undetectable again.
’Alright,’ Yu Xuan thought, ’let’s et them.’
He stepped forward and touched the edge of the isolation barrier.
The barrier dissolved with a faint hum.
Outside, five figures stood waiting.
Their eyes turned toward him the mont he appeared. At their head was the Martial Ancestor, his gaze sharp and penetrating.
For a brief instant, silence reigned. Then the Ancestor’s brows furrowed.
"Why are you still human?" he asked, voice low and heavy.
Yu Xuan blinked, confusion flashing across his face.
"...Was sothing supposed to happen to ?"
The Martial Ancestor didn’t reply. His expression darkened as his divine sense swept over Yu Xuan again, more thoroughly this ti.
’Impossible...’ he thought.
’The legacy’s divine energy should have remade him into a Heavenly God. Unless...’
A thought flickered in his mind, unsettling even for him.
’Was it his Celestial-grade physique? Or... is he truly one of the Heavenly Humans?’
His expression darkened more, it was as if he’d invested his life savings, only to be scamd.
Around them, the other four figures exchanged looks of disbelief.
They all knew the truth — when a Heavenly God passed on their legacy, the inheritor’s very race transford.
Only those with terrifyingly unique constitutions or ancient bloodlines could absorb the legacy without changing their essence.
And now, standing before them was one such freak.
A human who had inherited a Heavenly God’s power... and remained human.
The Martial Ancestor’s words echoed faintly in their minds.
"Was this young man... a Heavenly Human?"
For a mont, none of them could answer.
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