Starting with the creation of the Immortal Clan through the compilation of the family genealogy.

Chapter 75 Meng Yan'an!
"no, I can not……"

From inside the room came Bai Muyun's heart-wrenching cries.

She struggled to get out of bed, but due to postpartum weakness, she fell off the bed.

"Mu Yun!"

Meng Xihong exclaimed in surprise and rushed over to help his wife up.

Bai Muyun, however, acted as if she had gone mad, pushing him away and rushing to the cradle on all fours.

When she saw the tiny, lifeless baby in the cradle, the mother, who had just been immersed in joy, instantly collapsed.

She trembled, her throat emitting broken syllables, repeatedly whispering, "My child... my child..."

She reached out her trembling hand, wanting to touch the child's cheek, yet afraid that her touch would disturb this fragile life.

Tears, like beads from a broken string, rolled down her beautiful eyes.

Bai Muyun's eyes were empty, tears welling up silently. Her voice was broken, filled with endless confusion: "How could this happen... Husband, tell me, what happened? Our child... What happened to him?" She trembled as she grabbed Meng Xihong's sleeve, as if grasping at the last glimmer of hope, her fingertips icy cold.

Meng Xihong opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

What should he say?
Should I tell her that the great being who created my cheat system laid out an ancient chess game for the greater good of humanity, and that our son is an innocent victim in this game?
Should we tell her that our son, with his life yet to begin, brought about the restoration of the human race's path to body refinement?
These lofty ideals seem so pale and ridiculous in the face of a mother's heart-wrenching pain!

“It’s my fault…it’s all my fault…” Meng Xihong’s voice was hoarse, filled with endless self-blame and regret.

If it weren't for him, this child wouldn't have been born.

If I hadn't been born, that damned [robust physique] wouldn't have been activated!
If it is not activated, this devastating curse will not be brought about!
"It's not your fault...it's not your fault..." Bai Muyun shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears. "Husband, you must have a way, right? You're so amazing, you can definitely save our child, right!"

She looked at Meng Xihong with her eyes filled with a last glimmer of hope, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.

Looking into his wife's expectant eyes, Meng Xihong felt as if his heart was being torn apart.

What can he do?
Even Yun Songzi, who was at the Wendao Liyan realm, was helpless. What could a mere Qi Refining cultivator like him do?
At that moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness and despair.

Outside the window, the sky was already beginning to lighten, and the air after the spring rain should have been incredibly fresh.

But the Meng family courtyard was completely shrouded in an inescapable sense of sorrow and death.

In the room, only Bai Muyun's suppressed, heart-wrenching sobs remained.

Meng Xihong held his wife, feeling her body trembling violently, but he didn't know how to comfort her. Any words seemed empty and powerless in the face of such tragedy.

He could only say, over and over again, in a voice that even he himself felt was fake, "It's okay, Mu Yun, everything will be alright... I will definitely find a way."

Yun Songzi stood aside, watching this scene, his aged face filled with guilt and self-reproach.

"It's all my fault...it's all my fault for being so unskilled..." He pounded his chest, saying painfully, "As a Golden Core cultivator, I couldn't even protect a newborn baby. What kind of successor am I, Haoran Academy! I..."

“Senior Yun, it’s not your fault.” Meng Xihong raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, but his voice was unusually calm. “This matter has nothing to do with you.”

His calmness made Yun Songzi feel a little uneasy.

That wasn't feigned composure, but rather the deathly stillness before a storm, a calm that compressed all pain, anger, and despair to the extreme.

Meng Xihong gently patted Bai Muyun's back, letting her lean against him, and then slowly walked to the cradle.

He reached out and gently touched the baby's cold little face with his fingertips.

It has no temperature, like a piece of jade.

He carefully channeled his spiritual power, the vibrant green wood energy, into the baby's body.

However, this spiritual energy was like a clay ox entering the sea; as soon as it entered, it was completely obliterated by an invisible force and disappeared without a trace.

The black rune imprinted deep within the soul is like a greedy black hole, devouring all external energy.

All laws must be severed!

These four words once again pierced Meng Xihong's nerves.

“Xihong, it’s no use.” Yun Songzi sighed. “This isn’t an ordinary seal or restriction; it’s… a curse at the level of the Great Dao. Unless one possesses power surpassing the Great Dao, otherwise…”

Otherwise, there is no solution at all.

Yun Songzi couldn't bring herself to say the second half of the sentence.

Power that surpasses the Great Dao? What does that even mean? It's a realm that only the Dao Ancestor and Immortal Emperor could reach in legends!

Meng Xihong fell silent.

He gazed quietly at the baby in the cradle for a very long time.

This child has only been alive for a short hour since birth.

He has not yet opened his eyes to see the world, has not felt the warmth of the sun, and has not heard his parents call.

His life, before it even began, was already sealed. He was condemned to eternal damnation.

How cruel!

"The Taoist in plain robes..." For the first time, Meng Xihong felt resentment towards that imposing figure.

"To sacrifice one person's life for a smooth path to heaven for all humanity... How easy it is to say."

"Since you weren't the one who sacrificed yourself, of course you have no regrets!"

"But he is my son! My son, Meng Xihong's son! Have you ever thought that this so-called 'one person' is also a living, breathing human being? Also the apple of his parents' eye?"

A surge of overwhelming ferocity raged wildly within his chest.

Why?
Why should the descendants of the Meng family bear such heavy shackles for the sake of all humanity?

Will those body cultivators who benefit from this know about it? Will they be grateful?
No, they know nothing!
They would only be overjoyed at the loosening of their bottlenecks and the sudden opening up of the road ahead.

But all the cost and all the pain have to be borne by a newborn baby!
This is not fair!

At that moment, Meng Xihong even had a crazy idea.

He wished he could punch a hole in the sky.

He wished he could destroy that so-called evil curse along with this unjust "Great Dao"!
But, he can't.

He looked down at his wife, who was sobbing uncontrollably in his arms, and then at the door, where the two men, who had been awakened, were looking at Meng Yanqing and Meng Yanwei inside with worried and fearful expressions.

He is the head of the family.

He cannot fall.

He slowly and deeply took a breath, forcibly suppressing the murderous aura that was almost consuming his reason.

Anger solves nothing.

Despair won't solve the problem.

He needs to calm down.

“Mu Yun,” he walked to his wife’s side, squatted down, and gently wiped away her tears with his hand, his voice hoarse but firm, “Listen to me.”

Bai Muyun raised her tearful eyes and looked at him with a confused expression.

“The child… can still be saved,” Meng Xihong said, emphasizing each word.

These words startled both Bai Muyun and Yun Songzi, who was standing beside her.

"Really? Husband, do you really have a way?" Bai Muyun grasped his hand tightly as if she had grabbed a lifeline.

"Yes." Meng Xihong nodded, without the slightest hesitation in his eyes, "The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, and Man escapes one."

There is no absolute dead end in this world. Since this curse is at the level of the Great Dao, the way to break it must also be hidden within the Great Dao itself.

"I may not find it now, but as long as we don't give up, we will definitely find it!"

His words were like a shot of adrenaline, injecting life into Bai Muyun's almost dead heart.

Yes, her husband was never one to give up easily.

From a lowly clerk in Wufeng County to where he is today, every time he faced adversity, he forged a path to success.
"Husband... I believe you." Bai Muyun choked back tears and nodded.

Meng Xihong helped his wife up and helped her sit down on the edge of the bed.

Then, he walked back to the cradle, bent down, and carefully picked up the quiet, seemingly lifeless child.

He held the child in his arms, using his own body heat to warm his cold body.

"From today onwards, you are the third son of the Meng family."

He whispered to his child, "I don't ask you to save the world, nor do I care about any shortcuts to heaven. I just want you to be safe and sound."

"Your name will be Meng Yan'an."

He looked down at the child's pale face and spoke softly, as if he were not speaking to him, but to the heavens and earth, to the mysterious Dao and the curse, making a vow.

"If the Great Way wants to lead you to ruin, I will make you shine in the world."

"The evil spirits want to sever all your magic, but I will find a path to heaven for you."

As he finished speaking, he failed to notice that the black rune between Meng Yan'an's brows seemed to...

It throbbed slightly.

　Work starts tomorrow! Wishing all my readers a smooth and successful day!
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(End of this chapter)