In the Hongmeng Realm, at the heart of the Three Thousand Mystic Continents lies the Yanhuang Continent. Deep within its cloud seas floats an ancient spirit island: the Ye Clan's Ancestral Land.
The Ye Clan is a heritage family of the Desolate Ancient Era, boasting two Supreme Emperors among its ancestors. Imperial aura has lingered here for millennia, and a Chaos Spirit Vein runs through ten thousand miles underground—making it a top-tier force in the Yanhuang Continent. For the past decade, anomalies have plagued the Ancestral Land: every dawn, phoenix and dragon phantoms circle the main hall, drawing the attention of neighboring powers. Rumor had it that Su Mei, the matriarch of the Ye Clan, had carried her child for ten years before giving birth to Ye Tian. The boy was born with the aura of a Holy Body, but due to the upheaval of the world's laws in the Late Ancient Era, ten Heavenly Shackles bound him, reducing him to a "useless body" incapable of cultivation.
Inside the Ancestral Hall, sandalwood incense curled upward. Dozens of dragon-carved pillars bore the Ye Clan's million-year history of rise and fall, and ancestral tablets stood solemn in the center. Several white-haired elders gathered around a brocade cot, their gazes complex as they looked at the pink, jade-like infant within: Ye Tian.
He seemed naive, but his soul was actually a transmigrator from the modern world. At that moment, he could feel the ten ironclad shackles in his body and sighed inwardly: "Transmigrated into a Holy Body only to be locked up—what a lousy start."
"Sigh, the Heavens are unfair!" Great Elder Ye Canglan exhaled heavily, his fingers brushing the cot, his tone desolate. "A Holy Body's root bone, a million-year rarity, yet it's trapped by the shifting laws. This child is doomed to be a useless body. It's a waste of Lady Su's ten-year pregnancy… and the Ye Clan's century of fortune."
Second Elder Ye Yuan chimed in: "Elder Brother is right. The Ye Clan has produced countless geniuses through the ages, but now…" He glanced at Ye Tian, his voice heavy. "This boy has the name of a Holy Body, but no power to cultivate. He can't lead the clan in the future—he'll be a laughingstock to other forces, or even get himself killed."
The elders nodded, their faces anxious. The Ye Clan had many enemies: the Black Dragon Nest and the Ten-Thousand Phoenix Sacred Mountain had long coveted their territory. Without a powerful heir, the clan would decline within a century.
Ye Tian listened to their discussion, helpless. He could clearly feel the shackles blocking his spiritual energy—he couldn't even reach the basic Tempered Muscles Realm. The label of "useless body" was branded into him.
Just as the elders debated secretly sending Ye Tian away to hide, a cold mechanical voice exploded in his mind: [Ding! Host's soul has stabilized. Sign-In System activated!]
[Ding! Newbie sign-in location: Ye Clan Ancestral Hall (Holy Aura concentration: 99%)!]
[Ding! Detected: Host bears the Holy Body but is bound by shackles. Newbie lucky critical hit triggered. Sign in now?]
Finally, the transmigrator's golden cheat had arrived! Ye Tian's heart raced as he thought: Sign in!
[Ding! Sign-in successful! Congratulations, Host—you've obtained 8-star rewards: Perfect Chaos Holy Body (Pure Version) and Ten Heavenly Shackle Breaking Talismans!]
BOOM!
Ten golden runes burst from the void, streaking into Ye Tian like lightning. Next, the ten unbreakable Heavenly Shackles in his body began to tremble violently.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Clear shattering sounds rang out. The first shackle broke, and surging golden blood energy erupted like a volcano; the second, third… until the tenth shackle shattered completely before everyone's eyes!
Golden blood energy burst through his body, shooting into the sky. The Ancestral Hall shook violently, and glazed tiles on the dome erupted with brilliant light! Above the nine heavens, the wind and clouds roiled, thunder rolled, and dense phantoms of saints emerged from the vault—over ten thousand in number, all bowing toward the Ye Clan's Ancestral Land. This was the "Worship of Ten Thousand Saints," a phenomenon unseen in eons!
"What… what is this?!" Ye Canglan gaped, tears streaming down his face. "All ten shackles broken? It's the Perfect Holy Body! The pure-version Perfect Holy Body!"
The elders erupted in excitement, crowding around the cot, their voices trembling: "The Heavens bless the Ye Clan! We finally have a true Qilin Son!"
Ye Tian felt the surging golden blood energy in his body. Five physical realms—Tempered Muscles, Forged Bones, Blood Exchange, Orifice Opening, and Spirit Gathering—broke through in an instant. Within a quarter hour of his birth, he'd reached Perfect Physical Body, his aura matching that of a grown cultivator.
At that moment, a million-year-sealed Immortal Emperor Tomb deep in the Ancestral Hall suddenly shook. A hoarse yet majestic voice boomed through the tomb: "Fools—why disturb my Ye Clan's Qilin Son?"
The tomb gate crashed open, and an old man in ancient imperial robes stepped out. His hair and beard were white, but his eyes blazed like lightning. He was Ye Xuanye, the Ye Clan's 18th Ancestor, who'd secluded himself for a million years and touched the Emperor Realm!
"Greetings, 18th Ancestor!" Ye Canglan and the other elders bowed hastily, their expressions awestruck.
Ye Xuanye glanced at the elders, then his gaze fell on Ye Tian—his eyes lit up with wonder. "A pure Perfect Holy Body that broke ten shackles… this is the heir the Ye Clan deserves!"
"Ancestor," Ye Canglan hurried to explain, "we feared drawing too much attention. The Black Dragon Nest and Ten-Thousand Phoenix Sacred Mountain are hostile to us—we worried for the young master's safety, so we planned to hide him temporarily…"
"Hmph!" Ye Xuanye snorted, his imperial aura chilling the air. "The Ye Clan has stood for a million years—can't we protect a child? Whoever dares touch my grandson will face an Immortal War. I'll raze their world to the ground!"
An Immortal War was a world-destroying conflict waged by Immortal Realm forces, capable of annihilating half a Immortal Domain. Ye Xuanye's words silenced the elders.
He waved his hand, and a golden stream of light poured into Ye Tian: "This is the Imperial Inheritance Mark—it will protect your soul. From today onward, Ye Tian is the Ye Clan's Zero Sequence Heir. He may use all the clan's resources!"
The elders gasped. The Sequence Heirs were the clan's top ten geniuses, eligible to compete for the clan leader position—but Zero Sequence, above all ten, was a first in the Ye Clan's million-year history!
"Ancestor, this goes against the rules…" one elder hesitated.
"Rules?" Ye Xuanye raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping the elders. "The Ye Clan's rule is 'the strong reign supreme.' Ye Tian's talent deserves Zero Sequence! If anyone objects, challenge him. I won't interfere."
[Ding! Obtained Zero Sequence status. Bonus sign-in rewards: Permanent Holy Body Protective Aura and Imperial Cultivation Resource Pack (100 thousand-year sacred herbs, 10 jin of Chaos Spirit Liquid)!]
Ye Xuanye nodded in satisfaction: "Canglan, train Ye Tian well. In three years, take him to the Town Mountain Stele to test his physical strength. I want to see just how terrifying this pure Perfect Holy Body's potential is!"
With that, Ye Xuanye vanished, returning to the tomb—but his protective imperial aura lingered over the Ancestral Land, a silent deterrent to the entire Yanhuang Continent.
Ye Canglan smiled: "Young Master, your talent is unparalleled. With the 18th Ancestor's protection, you'll lead the Ye Clan to new heights!"
Ye Tian blinked, feeling the boundless power in his body. A faint smile curved his lips.
Heavenly Shackles? Merely stepping stones.
Ancient royal clans? Merely future defeated foes.
In this life, he, Ye Tian, would stand atop the Hongmeng Realm as the Chaos Holy Body—and let the Ye Clan's glory echo across the Three Thousand Mystic Continents!