Many people longed to be born in the holy land of martial arts and were born with great power and rich resources.

But for Tian Fan, in fact, he was eager to be born in an ordinary family, live an ordinary life, and be free. However, he was born in an imperial family, one of the seven holy lands of martial arts, the Longteng Dynasty, as the current seventh prince.

“Seventh Prince, His Majesty has summoned you. The State Preceptor is back. He wants you to pay your respects.” A man dressed as a guard stood outside the door and called out to him, but there was no respect in his eyes and bearing.

“Got it. You can leave now.” A faint voice came from the room. The guard pursed his lips and left casually.

In the middle of the room, a young man in a purple robe stood quietly. The man was not strong, and he looked a little thin. His handsome face and thick long hair gently fell on his back. He was Tian Fan, the seventh prince of the Longteng Dynasty. Because he could not cultivate since he was born, in the past 20 years, he had seen much indifference and disdain in Longteng Dynasty.

At this time, Tian Fan was reading a book. When he heard the guard’s words, he frowned slightly, put down the “Discussion of Dao” in his hand, and then walked out.

When he arrived at the hall, the middle-aged emperor Long Aotian, dressed in a resplendent golden dragon robe, was smiling and talking to an old man on the hall. There were already three young men in purple and gold robes standing there, all of them looked fit and agile, with bright eyes. Surprisingly, two of them had reached the cultivation level of the Yuntian Realm, although they were only in the early stage, they were still very outstanding.

The cultivation realms of the Shenwu Continent were divided into five realms: Foundation Realm, Spirit Realm, Yuntian Realm, Hunyuan Realm, and Guixian Realm. Long Aotian had already reached the peak of Hunyuan Realm.

“Greetings, Father! Greetings, State Preceptor!” After Tian Fan entered the hall, he greeted to the two and said in a flat tone.

Long Aotian glanced at him without any expression. Two of the three princes showed obvious disdain while the other one smiled mischievously at Tian Fan.

“Well, I called you here today for two reasons. First, to greet State Preceptor. Second, in a few days, it will be the day to worship our ancestors. So, you all need to prepare well in these few days, understand?” Long Aotian said.

“Yes, Father! But I have to say that I don’t think it’s necessary to bring someone with us. I think it’s disrespectful to our ancestors!”

The princes immediately answered respectfully. Among them, Long Batian, the eldest prince, glanced at Tian Fan with contempt. Long Youtian, the second prince, also glanced at Tian Fan disdainfully.

“No, Father, how can we not let Seventh Brother go? I disagree. Eldest Brother, Second Brother, we are all brothers. Don’t talk like that!” The little prince, Long Yuyun, said anxiously when he heard what the two princes said.

“Eighth, don’t compare that good-for-nothing with us. It’s shameful!” Long Batian said.

“Yeah, Eighth, do you know why he is only called Tian Fan, not Long Tian Fan. Because he doesn’t deserve to be surnamed ‘Long’!” The second prince Long Youtian was very disdainful, and his words were full of sarcasm.

“You!” The Little Prince still wanted to say something, but he was stopped by someone. Tian Fan smiled at him, indicating that he should not argue with them.

Although he was born in the Longteng Dynasty, he couldn’t cultivate since he was born, so he was destined not to have the surname “Long”. Instead, he was subject to many restrictions. Not to mention his half-brothers, even his own father, Long Aotian, wouldn’t spare a glance for him.

“Tian Fan” was the full name he chose for himself. He hoped to live in an ordinary family, so he does not have the surname “Long” which meant “Dragon”, only called “Tian Fan” which meant “born ordinary”.

He looked towards the two princes with an cold expression. If he could cultivate, he would definitely beat them into paralysis!

“Okay, stop talking and do as I say.” From start to finish, Long Aotian didn’t look at Tian Fan at all. In his eyes, this person had never existed.

Three days later, five golden and irony war chariots rose to the sky from the Longteng Dynasty.

“Farewell, Your Majesty, the State Preceptor, and the Princes and Princesses! Soaring Dragon is invincible!” Mountainous roars sounded out from the ground as tens of thousands of armored riders raised their swords, spears, and halberds, their voices reverberating through the clouds.

“Boom…”

Five war chariots surged with radiance. The powerful light was so blinding that one couldn’t open their eyes. Then they soared into the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Tian Fan thought that if he could leave forever, it must be a very good thing for him.

The war chariots began to descend. Looking at the ancient forest in front of him, a weird feeling appeared in his heart. Every time he came here, Tian Fan had an inexplicable feeling that there seemed to be something related to him in the forest ahead.

There was a huge altar in front of them, and a huge statue stood atop it. It was a mighty middle-aged man with a double-bladed halberd in his hand. Although it was just a stone statue, it gave off an aura of supremacy.

Long Aotian led them to the altar, knelt down respectfully, and paid his respects.

The Old State Preceptor did not kneel down in the face of the statue, but he also looked solemn and bowed deeply to the statue man. He was also extremely respectful to the mighty man. In the dark era of the turmoil, it required not only great strength but also extraordinary wisdom to create such a huge holy land of martial arts by himself.

“Yin and Yang are born together with the Heavens. Immortals with no spirit. Tai Chi with peace. The Door of Reincarnation. The Six Taos of Paradise. Transcend the Mortal World….”

Several people were sitting cross-legged in front of the altar with solemn expressions and chanting mystical scriptures. A sacred and serene Qi Movement suffused the surroundings, purifying their souls.

In the end, everything quieted down. The scriptures all over the sky disappeared. Long Aotian stood up and bowed deeply again to the stone statue man who was holding the double-bladed halberd. The princes also slowly stood up. This was not a normal place. Even the naughty little princess, Long Yueying who used to violate disciplines, was now standing quietly by the side.

“This paragraph of scripture is quite good. It’s very extraordinary…”

Old State Preceptor stood quietly on the side and watched the whole process. At the moment, he said this with a solemn look.

“State Preceptor, if you want to study and comprehend it, I’ll give it to you now.”

Long Aotian was stunned. He had always believed that this was just a formal worshipping scripture and did not attach much importance to it. In fact, the previous emperors also held the same view. But he didn’t expect that this unfathomable State Preceptor would give such an evaluation to it. Perhaps it was time to spend some time studying this Soul Crossing Scripture.

“No, it’s useless to me,” Old State Preceptor said lightly. His eyes bypassed the altar and looked at the primeval forest shrouded in mist in the distance. “Are you ready?”

Long Aotian nodded cautiously. He turned his eyes and looked at the forest ahead.

Tian Fan followed to take a few steps, and that weird feeling became stronger and stronger. The Magic Forest in front of him, which was shrouded in mist all year round, was now emitting mysterious fluctuations, as if something was summoning him.