Li Qingchen's mother, Su Yan, was once a Divine Maiden from an ancient family.
Though her clan wasn't as renowned as the Li family, it was still a lineage few dared to underestimate.
She had been one of the famed apex beauties of the Linlang Immortal Domain — a name spoken in reverent tones across the heavens.
When she married Li Xinghe, the current head of the Li family, countless prodigies despaired.
Even now, ages later, there were still those who could not forget her.
Those heartbroken admirers had long since become mighty figures — leaders of sects, heirs of clans, masters of their own sacred lands.
Yet her shadow lingered in their memories.
Since hearing the system's voice for the first time, Li Qingchen's entire focus had been fixed on one thing — the Transcendent-Level Mysophobia System.
Excited beyond measure, he could hardly wait to test it again.
He waved his chubby little hands and tried to brush away a speck of dust — except, in a place as spotless as the Li family's inner sanctum, there was no dust to be found.
After sweeping the air for what felt like an eternity with no result, he huffed, slid off the bed, and began blowing furiously at the floor.
The elders, watching from a distance, panicked.
"Qingchen fell! Hurry, pick him up!" cried one of them.
But Li Qingchen ignored their flustered commotion. He puffed, blew, and scoured the corners — nothing. No system prompt, no reward.
Desperation was useless, yet he felt desperate all the same.
He glanced up at the ring of anxious old men crowding him like rare treasure.
Really? I can't even breathe without causing a scene.
He wanted to cry, but even that felt like too much effort.
The Fifth Patriarch, standing nearby, could only rub his temple.
These elders, he thought, had been alive for centuries and still hadn't learned calm.
"With Qingchen's Supreme Chaos Physique," he said evenly, "he could jump from ten thousand metres and land without a scratch. Try not to die of worry before he even sneezes."
He bent down, picked up the baby, and gently set him back on the ground.
"The little one seems to be looking for something. Let's just watch for now."
Li Qingchen blinked in surprise. Finally, someone who gets me.
He wanted to hug the old man.
And so, under the dignified gaze of the Li family's ancient elders, Li Qingchen resumed crawling around the hall and blowing at the floor.
A crowd of venerable men followed solemnly behind — a procession of immortals shadowing a baby.
Before long, disciples passing by stopped and stared, dumbfounded.
"Breaking news! The clan elders are following a baby!"
"Don't joke like that."
"I'm serious! It's the same baby who caused that heavenly vision earlier!"
Within moments, half the household dropped what they were doing to watch.
Thousands gathered — elders, disciples, attendants — all staring expectantly at Li Qingchen, the crawling Divine Child.
Li Qingchen froze, his tiny face twitching.
He had already planned to give up — the system hadn't responded once.
But now, with thousands of people watching him, could he really just crawl away?
No. Not after all this. I have to at least look like I know what I'm doing.
He blew harder. Crawled further. Swiped every visible corner.
Still nothing.
Frustrated, he slapped the floor in irritation.
System Prompt:You have swept away a single hair and obtained the Supreme Xuanyuan Sword.
Li Qingchen's eyes widened. Finally!
Boom.
The heavens blazed with light.
A divine wind howled across the Li family's estate.
The sky split open, revealing a golden sword descending from the clouds — seven feet long, etched with runes, a coiled dragon carved along its hilt.
Its presence filled the world with awe.
The elders stood speechless, breath caught in their throats.
The Fifth Patriarch trembled. "This… this is a Companion Saint Weapon! And not just that — it carries the potential to become an Innate Chaos Device!"
His voice cracked with excitement. Realising everyone was staring at him, he coughed, straightened his robes, and muttered, "Ahem… an accident. Yes. Just an accident."
The sword hovered beside Li Qingchen, radiating golden light.
Disciples squinted up at the sky, awestruck.
Then a low, thunderous snort echoed from above.
Eight immense auras flared across the heavens, shaking the entire Li family grounds.
Every heart skipped a beat.
"Such power… are those— the ancestors?"
"Eight of them?!"
Even the most seasoned elders paled.
Ordinary disciples had never seen a single ancestor in their lifetimes. Now, eight appeared at once — and with the Fifth Patriarch, that made nine.
The very air seemed to bow beneath their combined might.
"Greetings, honoured ancestors!" The entire Li family dropped to their knees, their voices trembling.
The eight figures descended like stars falling from the firmament.
Their presence was boundless — timeless.
The Eighth Patriarch, who led them, lifted Li Qingchen gently into his hands. His gaze was kind, but sharp with insight.
The others surrounded the floating Xuanyuan Sword, examining its aura in silence.
When they finally spoke, it was unanimous — the sword was destined to become an Innate Chaos Device.
Li Qingchen, staring up at the Eighth Patriarch's ancient face, felt a quiet awe. This man's strength even surpassed that of the Fifth Patriarch.
After a long, measured look, the Eighth Patriarch smiled.
"Good… very good. This child bears the mark of destiny. He has the potential to become a Great Emperor."
He turned to the others. "This generation's Divine Child has already been chosen — Li Qingchen."
No one objected. How could they?
"When he comes of age," the Eighth Patriarch continued, "the Li family will announce it to the world. Until then, the nine of us shall take turns teaching him."
He placed Li Qingchen back into the Fifth Patriarch's arms, nodded once, and vanished into the void along with the others.
Later, through quiet whispers between his mother and the Fifth Patriarch, Li Qingchen learned of his father's fate —
seriously injured while exploring a secret realm, now secluded in recovery within a hidden world.
That, he realised, was why he had not met his father in this life.
"Greatness is often born not of intention, but of accident."