The air in the innermost sanctum of the Black Dragon Citadel was thick with the ozone tang of concentrated power and the cloying sweetness of decaying ambition. Here, the ancient Ancestor of the Lu Clan, Lu Tian, a being who had clutched at immortality for three thousand years, prepared for his ultimate gambit. His cultivation, perched precariously at the Peak Half-Step Soul Transformation Realm, was a monument of stolen years and devoured potentials. He was a titan, yes, but a stagnant one, his progress halted by heavens that jealously guarded the threshold of true soul ascension.
His solution lay chained before him: Su Wan. Mother of the upstart Ye Fan. Her famed Pure Yin Body was a key, but the Ancestor, in his millennia of delving into forbidden archives, had suspected it was more. He believed it was a seal, hiding a deeper, divine bloodline—a theory he was now staking his existence on.
"Do not look at me with such defiance, child," the Ancient Lu Tian rasped, his voice the sound of granite grinding against granite. His chosen form—that of an unaging boy—flickered like a faulty illusion, revealing glimpses of the desiccated, ancient entity beneath, a corpse kept animate by will and stolen Qi. "Your sacrifice will bridge a gap that has confounded emperors. Your son's destiny will be consumed to fuel my own."
He reached for her, his hand aimed not at her heart, but at her dantian, to begin the vile ritual of essence extraction.
It was his final, fatal error.
The absolute terror of annihilation, the profound violation of a mother's spirit, did not shatter Su Wan. It struck a spark against the flint of her hidden lineage. A forgotten ancestry, dormant for a hundred generations, awoke.
A soundless scream built in her soul, transforming into the celestial cry of a divine raptor. A phantom form of a majestic, crystalline Yin Phoenix erupted from her body, its wings of pure, anti-demonic Yin energy exploding outwards in a silent, devastating corona of light.
Yin Phoenix Awakening!
The celestial silver chains vaporized. The complex, dark formation diagrams etched into the floor flaked away like burnt paper. The Ancestor's ancient eyes, pools of cynical knowledge, widened in a rare moment of pure, unadulterated shock.
"A Divine Bloodline?! Here?! The texts were… true—!"
The Phoenix's cry was no mere sonic attack. It was a wave of spiritual negation, a force that dissolved malicious intent and unraveled corrupted souls. It washed over the Ancient Lu Tian, and where it touched, his meticulously constructed existence began to come apart.
His Half-Formed Soul, already a fragile thing strained by unnatural longevity, was utterly exposed. The Phoenix light was anathema to it. The intricate defenses, the soul-artifacts, the layers of stolen vitality—all were scoured away in an instant. He felt his consciousness, a tapestry of three millennia of memories, ambitions, and sins, unraveling into nothingness. His immense power became a chaotic storm without a mind to guide it. The last thought of the original Lu Tian was not of pain, but of sheer, ironic fury. He, the consummate predator, had been devoured by the truth he himself had sought.
His body collapsed, an empty vessel.
For a heartbeat, there was silence. The phantom Yin Phoenix faded, its energy spent, leaving Su Wan gasping, free, and utterly shattered, her body humming with a power she couldn't comprehend.
Then, the void where a soul had been was filled.
[Alert! High-Compatibility Vessel Vacated! Soul Signature of 'Lu Tian' Terminated.] [Proximate Soul Detected: 'Lin Mo' (Goblin Scout). Synergy with 'Many Births, Many Blessings System': 99.9%.] [Initiating Cataclysmic Soul Transmigration Protocol.]
The consciousness of Lin Mo—fresh from the humiliation of a spear through his chest—was not asked. It was captured, amplified by the System, and fired like a cannon shot into the vacant, still-thrumming vessel.
The impact was cataclysmic. The new soul was flooded not just with life, but with a tsunami of data—the Ancestor's Memories.
· The World: Eryndor, a vast continent of soaring sects, warring clans, and ancient beasts. The Luo Region, his domain. The Profound Yin Sect, a recent acquisition.
· The Cultivation: The intricate pathways of the Netherworld Soul-Seducing Art. The feeling of Qi condensing into a Core, of a Nascent Soul taking form. The staggering power of a Half-Step Soul Transformation expert, capable of moving mountains with a thought and feeling the fabric of space itself.
· The Protagonist: Ye Fan. A name etched in the Ancestor's mind with annoyance. A youth from a minor branch of the Ye Clan, once a cripple, now rising with inexplicable speed, clutching a mysterious ring, favored by the heavens themselves. The Ancestor had seen his type before—a leaf on the wind of fate, destined to topple giants. He was a variable, an insult, and his mother was the key to drawing him out.
· The Dark Future: Fragmentary visions, calculations of fate the old Ancestor had performed. They showed a future where Ye Fan, empowered by heaven's favor, laid waste to the Lu Clan. Where the Ancestor's soul was extinguished for eternity. Su Wan was to be the bait in a trap to crush this destined future before it could fully unfold.
Lin Mo's goblin mind, built for simple survival, strained under the onslaught. But his core nature—spite, greed, and a vicious cunning—allowed him to latch onto the essentials: Power. Threat. Solution.
The body on the floor gasped.
Su Wan's fleeting hope died, replaced by a deeper, more profound dread. The eyes that opened glowed with a sharp, intelligent, and utterly alien green light.
The new Lu Tian sat up, movements jerky then fluid as the body's ancient muscle memory took over. He giggled, a high, childish sound that was horrifying in the context of the immense power radiating from him.
The Many Births, Many Blessings System bloomed in his mind, its interface overlaying the Ancestor's knowledge. Its purpose was terrifyingly simple.
[Integration Successful! Welcome, Host!]
[Vessel: Lu Tian. Cultivation Base: Peak Half-Step Soul Transformation Realm (Stabilizing).]
[New Title: 'The Eternal Goblin Ancestor'.]
[Primary Mission: 'A Dynasty Forged in the Womb'.]
[System Directive: Power through Progeny. Cultivation through Conception. Strength is not taken, it is bred.] [Analysis: Target 'Ye Fan' (Protagonist) represents a 98.7% probability of host's eventual annihilation. Vessel 'Su Wan' is the primary catalyst for his growth. New strategy required.]
[Objective: Claim the catalyst. Implant the 'Seed of Many Offspring' to sever her destiny from Ye Fan's and tether it to your own. Make her the foundation of your lineage. Each successful birth from a high-quality vessel will advance your cultivation by One Minor Realm.]
[Reward for this implantation: Soul stabilization + Advancement to Early Full-Step Soul Transformation Realm.]
Lu Tian's gaze—Lin Mo's gaze—locked onto Su Wan. He saw her not just as a woman, but as the most fertile plot of land in all of Eryndor. [Yin Phoenix Awakened]. [Womb Value: Supreme]. [Status: Primary Breeder].
"The previous owner thought like a scavenger," the new Lu Tian stated, his voice a charming treble that carried the weight of eons. "He saw a meal to be consumed. I think like a farmer. I see the first seed of my eternal harvest."
He didn't gesture. His will alone, the pressure of a near-Soul Transformation expert, pressed Su Wan down. She was trapped not by chains, but by the sheer gravitational pull of his power.
[Activating: Core System Function - Seed of Many Offspring.]
The air itself seemed to bow around him. Darkness deeper than the void between stars, speckled with captured light, coalesced. This was not the old Ancestor's demonic energy; it was the System's power, a cosmic force of creation through dominion.
He approached. The act was one of terrifying ceremony, a dark sacrament of genesis. It was the planting of the first seed in the field of his ambition.
Where their bodies met, a silent, profound transaction took place. His energy, a force of absolute will, met her awakened Yin Phoenix essence, a power of pure creation. The System acted as a crucible, forging their union not into an act of passion, but of cosmic purpose. He was the gardener, and her body the chosen earth, accepting the seed that would grow into a new world order. It was a violation not of flesh, but of fate itself.
The room hummed with the energy of the event. It was the sound of a new bloodline being founded.
When it was over, he rose. A complex sigil—a dragon coiled protectively and possessively around a nascent Phoenix—glowed on Su Wan's abdomen before fading into her skin, a permanent mark of her new purpose: Mother of the New Dynasty.
The System chimed.
[Ding! 'Seed of Many Offspring' successfully implanted. Yin Phoenix Bloodline secured. Womb successfully bonded to Host. Destiny Node 'Su Wan' successfully severed from 'Ye Fan'.]
[Blessing Bestowed: +1 Minor Realm.]
[Host Cultivation Base: Peak Half-Step Soul Transformation Realm -> Early Full-Step Soul Transformation Realm.]
True power, vast and serene, flooded him. The world sharpened. He could feel the threads of space, could almost feel his soul ready to step free of its mortal shell. He had not just survived; he had ascended on the promise of future generations.
He looked down at Su Wan. Her tears were of utter comprehension. She had been remade. Her past was gone. Her future was now irrevocably tied to the monster who stood before her. She was no longer Ye Fan's mother; she was the first wife of the Ancestor, the mother of his heirs.
"The harvest begins," he proclaimed, his voice echoing with newfound, absolute authority. "You are the first and most blessed of my gardens. Your children will be kings. Your womb is my greatest treasure."
He left her there, the foundation of his empire. The Eternal Goblin Ancestor had discovered the true path to power. He would not fight heaven; he would outbreed it. His first seed was planted. Now, he needed more wives, more breeders, more blessings. The hunt for his next vessel had already begun.