The elder looked at the chubby child with affection. Hearing the na being called out, he rembered whose child this young man was. The last ti he saw him, he seed to be only ten years old. Now, he already had a child.
The elder reached out, took the child in his arms, and casually asked a question.
"Has the child been nad?"
"My grandfather nad him, he's called Yuan Jun."
Hearing this na, the elder felt a vague sense of familiarity, and so long-buried mories began to surface.
The elder looked up and saw that empty morial tablet. Underneath those eternally unforgettable mories, so forgotten details slowly beca clear again.
"What is his na again?"
"Yuan Jun, Yuan as in distant, Jun as in handso."
"Oh, that's nice..." The elder inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, glad it wasn't Yuan Lord.
After chatting a bit more, the elder returned the child to his descendant, and, staying up late into the night, he returned to his study, recalling so once-regrettable things, as fragnted mories slowly resurfaced in his mind.
He seed to rember seeing a decayed, tattered book back then, which seed to record sothing about a person nad Yuan Lord, a na he had never heard before. Perhaps it was the owner of that tomb, or sohow related to them.
The heavy snowfall of a winter night continued piling up, and by dawn the next day, the elder rose early, asking the household to gather all the younger generations for breakfast together.
During the ordinary breakfast, the elder casually ntioned the fragnted mories that ca back to him.
"My life soon reaches its end. I have but one unfulfilled wish. If you have a will in the future, help find that predecessor's tomb or where the remains lie, and rebury them. Say a word of gratitude on my behalf at their grave."
After breakfast, the elder returned to his study, wanting to record sothing. He closed his eyes, leaned back in the chair to ponder, and never opened his eyes again.
He passed away of old age, peacefully and without illness.
He left no records behind.
Even his sons and grandsons didn't pay heed to what the elder said before passing, or perhaps, they were too young, and the words simply went in one ear and out the other, never rembered.
This tiny wave subsided, never to be rembered, and left no record.
Under the manipulations of the Ancient Gods, the thread where Yuan Lord's na could have appeared broke off here.
In the long millennia that followed, all was blank, with no follow-up.
But a thousand years later, a descendant of the elder who had breakfast that morning, a re two-year-old brat at the ti, had finally succeeded in cultivating to the Yang God upon enduring the arduous cultivation path through the ages.
He retrieved the once-forgotten mories from before the age of three, reclaiming the entirety of his life mories from birth.
Including what was heard at breakfast that morning at age two.
He recalled a na, Yuan Lord.
And, inconveniently, now he has recently heard about Primordial Lord and Wen Jun.
Unearthed from ancient tis, reflected the ti when the Tenth Tier path was unbroken, two ancient human champions.
A new node in its embryonic form appeared at this mont.
From that unknown perspective, countless small waves rolled, under the influence of the Ancient Gods, seemingly set in motion by sothing upon the waves Cast but before the waves plunge, a slight influence was made.
Yet as wave after wave fell, no changes occurred, still aligning with the Ancient God's predictions.
Only in extrely rare cases, a slight unexpected change happened to a little splash.
Among these droplets, only a very few gradually evolved into the embryonic form of a node.
The Ancient God certainly didn't notice, or even if noticed, had no spare effort to manage.
It just narrowly avoided a clash with two Immortal Herbs on the main stage and barely captured the critical node, where was ti to bother about another small node that just erged among countless others?
...
At Daqian's Langya Institute, a Yang God Realm cultivator with a few gray hairs at his temples, verified his identity, and entered.
Daqian cultivators, upon advancing to Great Cultivator, are eligible to borrow classics from the Langya Bookstore, at least for three days.
For the rare Refining God cultivators, seven days were granted.
If a loose cultivator agreed to be recruited by Langya Institute, they could also directly join the institute.
It was just a pity that Refining Gods, who could self-cultivate to the state of Yang God without any background, were as rare as phoenix feathers.
And those loose cultivators without background who could cultivate to the Primordial Spirit Realm could be counted on the fingers over the past three thousand years.
The Great Cultivator entered Langya Institute and went through the regular process to peruse the classics in the Langya Bookstore.
As expected, he was dazzled by the myriad of classics he wanted to read, far too many that could aid him, nowhere near enough ti to finish them all.
After the seven days expired, he accepted an invitation from a Dean and joined Langya Institute.
His family, vanished in decline during his youth, left him childless and alone. Entering Langya Institute, he held a token from the Dean and could access most of the classics in the Langya Bookstore.
He eagerly absorbed knowledge, supplenting the gaps on his cultivation path with the vast knowledge from the Langya Bookstore.
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