Eternal life begins with saving my clan

Defeating the woman was a difficult battle that took Su Yen all his wit and strength.

He discovered against these ancient experts, his bloodline suppression was not as overbearing as before.

Which means only one thing: He was weak compared to the ancient experts.

In the Lotus World, he believed he was unrivaled but when he thought about the Bloodmoon Envoy, he realized his strength might not be enough.

"I'm still weak. I need to work harder." He mused as he entered the palace like a tomb.

The tomb was unlike other tombs. The wall glistened, made from unknown materials, showing how extravagant the tomb owner.

Despite the grandeur, a suffocating silence pervaded the air, broken only by the occasional rustling of unseen currents that carried a faint scent of age and forgotten power.

Lining the walls were enormous murals, their lifelike depictions so intricate that they seemed to pulse with a mysterious energy.

Su Yen, having stepped into the hall, instinctively halted in his tracks, his gaze drawn toward the murals like a moth to a flame.

His footsteps echoed softly as he approached, his eyes widening at the breathtaking sights before him.

The first mural depicted a world vastly different from the Lotus World—a realm where floating mountains defied gravity, where rivers of molten gold carved paths through the sky, and where celestial beings wielding unfathomable power soared across the heavens.

Their auras alone were so terrifyingly immense that Su Yen felt his chest tighten, his heart pounding erratically.

He gulped, feeling the weight of their presence pressing down on his very soul.

"Just a mural… yet it feels so real."

Hesitating, he moved to the next painting, his curiosity outweighing his trepidation.

Here, a battle was frozen in time. Countless warriors, draped in flowing robes or clad in mighty armor, clashed amidst a backdrop of a shattered moon.

Beings with halos of flame, others wrapped in storms of lightning, and some whose very presence distorted the fabric of reality raged against one another.

The scene was so chaotic, so vividly raw, that Su Yen felt an overwhelming pressure just from observing it.

He staggered back a step, gasping. His breathing had become ragged, as though he had stood on the battlefield himself.

He forced himself to look away, rubbing his temples as cold sweat dripped down his back.

Pressing forward, his gaze fell upon a mural that left his body trembling.

A being, so immense that it dwarfed entire continents, loomed in the painting. It had no discernible features—its form was ever-shifting, a swirling mass of shadows and chaos.

One of its gargantuan hands reached down, and beneath it lay an entire world, no larger than a grain of sand in comparison.

As Su Yen continued to stare, a shiver ran down his spine. The more he gazed upon the entity, the more he felt something… watching him back.

"My goodness…" His voice barely left his lips, his throat dry.

Shaking his head to dispel the creeping unease, he turned to the next mural.

This time, a celestial being stood alone, its golden form radiating boundless power. It bore a humanoid figure, yet its sheer size eclipsed the planets around it.

In a single motion, it clenched its hand into a fist and, with terrifying ease, obliterated an entire planet.

The world crumbled like mere dust, its fragments scattering across the void like dying embers.

Su Yen's legs almost gave out.

"W-What kind of power is this…?" he whispered, unable to tear his eyes away.

A cold realization gripped his mind—what he was seeing were not mere paintings.

They were records. Echoes of history, trapped within these murals, depict beings whose might was beyond comprehension.

"What kind of power is this?" His worldview shattered.

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Su Yen's heart pounded against his ribcage, his breathing uneven.

Deep in his bones, he had known that the ancient experts were powerful beyond mortal comprehension, but not this powerful.

The sheer scale of their might, etched into the murals before him, left him questioning everything.

It was one thing to hear legends of unfathomable beings and another to witness their existence, even in frozen images.

Just staring at the overwhelming power depicted on the walls made him feel insignificant.

A whisper of doubt crept into his mind, urging him to stop, to accept that he was merely a small ripple in the vast ocean of existence.

He clenched his fists.

No.

His gaze sharpened, burning with an intensity that came not from arrogance but from something deeper—an unshakable belief in his own potential.

"I refuse to believe I can't be as powerful as them," he muttered under his breath, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within.

At that moment, something shifted.

The suffocating mental pressure that had weighed him down, threatening to shatter his will, suddenly vanished—like mist blown away by the wind.

Su Yen stiffened. His instincts screamed at him that something had changed.

'What happened?' he thought, his eyes darting around the vast chamber.

A slow, deliberate clap echoed through the hall, sending a chill down his spine.

"You truly are a genius," a smooth, velvety female voice rang out from above.

Su Yen's eyes widened.

His body tensed, his grip tightening on his sword as he turned sharply, his muscles coiled like a spring, ready to strike.

His sword materialized in his hand, gleaming under the dim light of the chamber.

An imposing throne was at the far end of the palace, where the shadows seemed to converge.

Seated upon it was a woman, draped in a regal red robe that shimmered like flowing blood.

The fabric seemed almost alive, shifting and rippling as if woven from the very essence of power itself.

Her face was obscured slightly by the flickering shadows, but what he could see was enough to shake even the bravest of warriors.

Long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, her golden eyes burning like twin suns, filled with something ancient and unreadable.

A crown of ethereal flames floated above her head, flickering with silent authority.

Her mere presence commanded reverence. Worship.

Su Yen wasn't sure if it was the atmosphere, the throne, or something deeper, but every fiber of his being urged him to kneel. His mind rebelled against the instinct, resisting with all his might.

The weight of her existence was suffocating.

Not even the murals had made him feel this way.

But Su Yen was not an ordinary man.

He forced himself to stand tall, his eyes locked onto the woman before him, his sword never wavering.

His shock wasn't because of her beauty or the godlike authority she exuded—it was because he knew her.

She was the spectral he had just killed.

Su Yen's grip on his sword tightened. His thoughts swirled in confusion, logic and reality clashing violently in his mind.

'How is this possible?'

He had felt her life force fade. He had seen her spectral form vanish into nothingness. And yet… she sat before him now, as if she had never been defeated.

The battle-honed instincts within him screamed at him to prepare for another life-or-death struggle.

The woman watched him with an amused glint in her golden eyes.

"Relax," she said, her ethereal voice flowing like a whisper through the quiet hall.

Her tone was neither mocking nor condescending—it was absolute.

"I only wish to discuss with you."