The heart of the boundless **Mountain and Sea World**.
Myriad Realms stretched across the, Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, a tapestry of ancient power and unfolding destinies.
In the Vast Heaven Sky Domain, the Eternal Immortal Clan - Su Family stood as a pinnacle of supremacy, their legacy etched into the very bones of the cosmos, their majesty an unspoken law.
Vermilion Bird Divine Capital.
Within the Su Clan's innermost sanctum, the **Pavilion of Whispering Stars**, silence held a weight of its own. It was the quiet of absolute power, undisturbed by the need for clamor. Celestial frescoes glimmered on walls of solidified jade, and the air hummed with condensed spiritual energy from the **Dragon Vein** beneath.
Upon a throne that seemed carved from a single, massive Taiji crystal—one half absorbing light, the other emitting it—a woman regarded the youth before her. Fang Lian, her title the Bewitching Great Vulnerable, was a paradox of lethal grace and indulgent warmth. Since her husband, the Great Emperor Su Tianzhao, vanished during the **Crimson Calamity**, her will had become the clan's law. To the world, she was a tyrant. Here, she was simply Aunt Lian. Her name, (Lian), meaning "ripple," spoke of her ability to create waves that could drown empires from the smallest of actions.
Her voice, when she spoke, was a soft melody that nonetheless commanded the room.
"A messenger arrived from the Frost Moon Holy Land on wings of silver. Their Saintess's [Lunar Glow Divine Physique] has fully awakened." She paused, her crimson eyes, sharp enough to flay a soul, resting on her nephew. "but her journey to the Divine Capital has been… postponed."
She let the word hang in the air, heavy with implication.
The young man, Su Yang, did not stir. He was the still point of the turning world. His robes were a study in contrast: one sleeve pure white, the other deepest black, separated by a razor-sharp line of gold thread that traced the meridians of his body. His hair was not merely silver, but a shifting cascade where strands of starlight and shadow intertwined. His eyes were his most striking feature: the left iris a pool of liquid moonlight, the right a vortex of abyssal dark. He was the **Divine Son**, born with the [Yin-Yang Divine Creation Body], a legendary physique said to hold the primordial seeds of creation and destruction. He was a being meant to command the fundamental forces of reality, yet for seventeen years, he had chosen profound, enigmatic stillness over action.
He was also a soul twice-formed, a transmigrator who understood the tropes of this world all too well.
"Postponed?" Su Yang's voice was not loud, but it seemed to vibrate at the frequency of the space itself, a harmonic that settled in the bones. "An interesting choice of word from a sect that tends its gardens in the shadow of our mountain."
A faint, approving smile touched Fang Lian's lips. "Indeed. The message spoke of a… prior commitment. A three-year agreement with a young man from her past." She examined the flawless jade of her nails. "It seems our invitation was deemed less pressing than a childhood promise."
Su Yang's gaze remained fixed ahead, but it seemed to look through the palace walls, perceiving the delicate balance of cosmic forces. He could feel it—the faint, discordant resonance of the **Supreme Bone** nestled within his chest, a foreign artifact grafted onto his perfect, self-contained system. A gift from his aunt to "restore" him after his long slumber in the **Divine Source Crystal**. A gift he knew was not freely given, and one his own body was slowly, inevitably refining and assimilating.
*'A three-year pact. A stolen bone. A rising saintess and a determined youth.'* The narrative was so blatant it was almost insulting. He was the villain in this story, the spoiled young master of a mighty clan, the obstacle to be overcome. But his body was not merely a vessel for power; it was a crucible for reality itself.
He turned his heterochromatic eyes back to his aunt, the light and dark swirling faintly. "The threads of fate are seldom neat. Sometimes, a loose thread must be pulled to see if the entire tapestry will hold, or if it will unravel into something new."
Fang Lian's smile deepened, a glimpse of the ruthless strategist beneath the familial warmth. "Some threads are better cauterized than pulled. The Frost Moon Holy Land exists at our pleasure. A single word, and their moon is eclipsed forever. The Saintess could be brought to you… her pure Yin energy would be a fitting nourishment for your Yang aspect. It would be a simple matter."
Su Yang shook his head, a glint of genuine, analytical interest finally cutting through his aura of eternal equilibrium. "Simplicity is a one-dimensional solution to a multi-dimensional problem. I would rather observe the interaction of forces myself." He placed a hand on his chest, over the bone that thrummed with another's stolen potential. "There is an imbalance here. A trace of a connection I did not create. If the source of this… catalyst… still breathes, then this is more than an insult. It is an experiment."
"An experiment for what?" she asked, though her eyes showed she was fascinated by his perspective.
"For creation," Su Yang said, his voice resonating with a deeper timbre. "Destruction is a part of the cycle, but it is not the end. To understand a thing, one must sometimes apply pressure and observe the result. Let me go to the **Frost Moon Holy Land**. Let me see this Saintess and the shadow behind her. The honor of our family is not a matter for blunt instruments alone. It requires a precise adjustment of the scales."
Pride and something akin to awe shone in Fang Lian's gaze. Her nephew was not just an heir; he was a natural force speaking. "As you will it. The clan's resources are yours to command. But remember, Yang'er, even creation requires the annihilation of what came before."
In that moment of silent understanding between them, a chime echoed not in his ears, but in the very core of his soul—a perfect, balanced note that was both the beginning and the end of a sound.
[Ding! Detected the Host's resolve to engage with a Destiny Fragment. The Heavenly Mandate Great Villain System is now Awakening... Bind now?]
A slow, profound smile spread across Su Yang's lips, unseen by his aunt. His body was the crucible. Now, he would receive the formula.
*'Finally. The variables are introduced. Now, I get to run the calculation.'*
"Bind," he thought.
[Ding! Heavenly Mandate Great Villain System successfully bound. Welcome, Host. Let the game of creation and ruin begin…]
Su Yang's gaze returned to the horizon, his aura of stillness now charged with the potential of infinite possibilities.
The protagonist was making his move. And the architect of reality was now ready to redesign the game board itself.
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### ⚔️ Cultivation Realms of the Mountain and Sea World
1. **Body Forging Realm
2. **Vital Essence Realm**
3. **Spirit Link Realm**
4. **Violet Palace Realm**
5. **Core Formation Realm**
6. **Nascent Soul Realm**
7. **Void Refining Realm**
8. **Harmony Realm**
9. **Unyielding Realm**
10. **Path Severing Realm**
11. **Dao Monarch Realm**
12. **Quasi-Emperor Realm**
13. **Great Emperor Realm**