Chapter 001: His surname is not Long, and his name is Tianfan

Three days later, five golden iron war chariots soared into the sky from the Longteng Dynasty

He looked at the two princes with an indifferent expression; if he could cultivate, he would certainly incapacitate both of them completely

"Understood, you may leave now." A faint voice came from the room, and the guard curled his lips, leaving nonchalantly

Long Aotian was taken aback; he had always regarded this as merely a formal ritual scripture and had not given it much importance. In fact, the previous emperors held the same view. However, he did not expect that this unfathomable national master would give such an evaluation of this scripture. Perhaps he should spend some time contemplating this Soul-Passing Scripture.

Tianfan took a few steps forward, and the feeling grew increasingly intense. The enchanted forest, shrouded in mist year-round, now emanated waves of mysterious energy, as if something was calling to him.

This passage of scripture is quite remarkable and truly extraordinary

In front of the altar, several individuals sat cross-legged, their expressions solemn and dignified, reciting an incomprehensible sutra. A sacred and tranquil energy permeated the surroundings, purifying the soul

Long Aotian, accompanied by several individuals, approached the altar and knelt before it with utmost respect, performing a grand ceremony of worship.

In the book "Old Eight, don't compare that waste with us, it's embarrassing!" Long Batian said

Several princes immediately responded respectfully. Among them, the eldest prince, Long Batian, cast a disdainful glance at Tianfan, his expression filled with contempt. The second prince, Long Youtian, also shot a scornful look at Tianfan.

You all! The Little Prince wanted to say something more, but he was held back by someone. Tianfan smiled gently at him, signaling him not to argue with the two.

Tianfan thought that if he could leave forever, it would certainly be a very good thing for him

"Your Highness, the Emperor has summoned you. The National Master has returned and requests your presence for a visit," called a guard standing outside the door, his expression devoid of any respect.

With great respect, we bid farewell to the Emperor, the National Master, and the princes and princesses! The dragon soars invincibly! The roar that resembles a mountain erupted from the ground, as tens of thousands of iron cavalry raised their swords, spears, and halberds, their voices resounding through the clouds

Long Aotian also nodded cautiously and turned his gaze towards the forest ahead.

The war chariot began to descend, and as he gazed at the ancient forest ahead, a strange feeling arose in his heart. Every time he came here, Tianfan would experience an inexplicable sensation related to the books. It seemed that there was something in that forest ahead that was connected to him.

In front stands a tall altar, upon which a massive statue is erected. It depicts a formidable middle-aged man, holding a halberd, with his gaze directed straight ahead. Although merely a stone statue, it exudes a genuine aura of sovereign authority, as if it reigns supreme over all.

"Alright, enough talking, just do as I say." Long Aotian did not glance at Tian Fan even once; in his eyes, that person had always been nonexistent.

Although born into the Longteng Dynasty, he was destined to have no connection with the surname "Long" due to his inability to cultivate from birth. Instead, he faced many constraints; not to mention the several half-brothers who were princes, even his biological father, Long Aotian, looked down upon him.

Indeed, Old Eight, do you know why he is only called Tianfan and not Long Tianfan? It is because he is unworthy of the surname 'Long'! The Second Prince Long Youtian expressed great disdain, and his words were filled with a mocking tone

Tian Fan is a name he chose for himself, as he hopes to live in an ordinary family. Therefore, he does not have the surname "Long" and is simply called "Tian Fan"

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Alright, I have called you here today for two reasons: first, to meet with the National Master, and second, in a few days, it will be the day to honor our ancestors. You all should prepare well during these days, do you understand

In the center of the room, a young man dressed in a purple robe stood quietly. The man was not particularly robust and had a somewhat frail appearance. His delicate face was also somewhat handsome, with thick long hair gently cascading down his back. He was Tianfan, the seventh prince of the Longteng Dynasty. Since birth, he had been unable to cultivate, and for twenty years, he had witnessed the cold and disdainful gazes within the Longteng Dynasty.

Yes, Father! However, I must raise a concern. I believe it is unnecessary to bring a certain individual along, as I feel that would be disrespectful to our ancestors

The old national master did not kneel before the statue, yet his expression was solemn as he earnestly bowed deeply to the figure of the man. He held immense respect for that formidable man. In that dark and tumultuous era, to establish such a vast martial arts sanctuary solely through one's own efforts required not only great strength but also extraordinary wisdom

At this moment, Tianfan was looking at a book related to literature. Upon hearing the guard's words, he gently furrowed his brow, set down the "On the Way" in his hand, and then walked outside

"No need, it is of no use to me," the old master said淡淡, his gaze drifting past the altar to the mist-shrouded primeval forest in the distance, and he asked, "Are you ready?"

The cultivation realms of the Divine Martial Continent are divided into five major levels: Foundation Establishment, Spirit Condensation, Cloud Heaven, Primordial Chaos, and Return to Immortality. Long Aotian has already reached the peak of the Primordial Chaos realm

However, for Tianfan, he actually yearns to be born into an ordinary family, living an ordinary life, free and unrestrained. Yet, he happens to be born into a royal family, specifically the Longteng Dynasty, one of the seven sacred places of martial arts, as the seventh prince of the current emperor.

Many people yearn to be born in a sacred place of martial arts, endowed from birth with immense power and abundant resources

Yin and Yang give rise to life, accompanying the heavens; the sect of immortals and deities without souls; the Tai Chi brings peace and tranquility; the gate to rebirth; the six realms of ultimate bliss; transcending the mundane world

I have seen His Majesty the Emperor! I have seen the National Master!" After entering the grand hall, Tianfan greeted the two with a bow, his tone calm.

The old national master quietly observed the entire process from the side, and at this moment, with a solemn expression, he uttered these words

Long Aotian's gaze swept over the image and the book without any indication of emotion. Among the three princes, two clearly displayed expressions of disdain, while one of them mischievously smiled at Tian Fan.

"No, Father, how can we not allow Seventh Brother to go? I do not agree. Eldest Brother, Second Brother, we are brothers; do not speak like this!" The young prince Long Yuyun exclaimed anxiously upon hearing the words of the two princes.

Boom

Finally, everything fell silent, and the scriptures in the sky vanished. Long Aotian rose to his full height and once again bowed deeply to the statue of the man holding the Fangtian Huaji. Several princes also slowly stood up; this was not just any place. Even the usually mischievous and disrespectful little princess, Long Yueying, stood quietly to the side.

When he arrived at the great hall, the middle-aged emperor Long Aotian, dressed in a golden dragon robe, was conversing with an elderly man, his face beaming with a smile. Three young men clad in purple and gold robes stood there, all agile and robust, their eyes shining brightly. Among them, two surprisingly possessed the cultivation of the Cloud Sky Secret Realm. Although both were only at the initial stage of Cloud Sky, they were still exceptionally outstanding.

Five war chariots soared into the sky, their intense brilliance blinding to the eyes, shooting towards the horizon and vanishing in the blink of an eye