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

Chapter 76 Under the Curse, a Path of Feedback

Naming his child Meng Yan'an was a beacon of hope for Meng Xihong, a light he lit for himself and his entire family during a time of despair.

He knew the future was bleak, but he also knew that once he, the pillar of the family, lost hope, the family would truly fall apart.

Bai Muyun held Meng Yan'an, whom she had just named, her tears still flowing uncontrollably, but a glimmer of light appeared in her eyes.

That was her trust in her husband, and also her unwavering determination as a mother to never give up.

"Meng Yan'an... my Yan'an..." she called softly over and over again, as if that would awaken the sleeping child.

Meng Xihong walked outside, where Meng Yanqing, Meng Yanwei, and young Meng Yanning stood timidly. Usually the most lively, she was now tightly clutching Meng Yanwei's clothes.

"Father..." Meng Yanqing, as the eldest brother, mustered his courage to speak, his little face full of worry, "Mother... and my younger brother, what happened?"

Although Meng Yanwei didn't speak, his big, dark eyes were filled with unease. He sensed his sister's fear and gently patted Meng Yanning's little hand to comfort her.

Meng Xihong knelt down and embraced his two sons and daughter.

“Your younger brother is a little sick and needs to rest.” He said in the gentlest tone, trying to make his voice sound calm. “You are the older brothers and sisters, so you must protect your younger brother and sister from now on, okay?”

He didn't utter any curses or words of despair.

He didn't want this heavy pressure to fall on the children's tender shoulders too early.

"Sick?" Meng Yanqing nodded as if he understood, then patted his chest hard. "Dad, don't worry! I'm the eldest brother, I will definitely protect my younger brothers and sisters!"

Young Meng Yanning seemed to relax a little when she heard the word "sick," but she still clung tightly to Meng Xihong's chest, clutching his clothes with her little hands.

Meng Yanwei stepped forward, reached out his little hand, and gently touched Meng Xihong's face. In his mature tone, he said, "Dad, don't be sad. My little brother will get better."

The children's understanding warmed Meng Xihong's heart, but also made him feel even more bittersweet.

He stood up and said to Yun Songzi, "Senior Yun, please help look after them, mother and child. Also, tell everyone that Sanzi is in poor health and needs to rest, and that all visits are prohibited."

"Don't worry." Yun Songzi nodded solemnly. "I'll take care of things here."

Meng Xihong took a deep breath, turned around, and walked into his study.

He needs to be alone to sort out his thoughts.

Closing the door shut out all outside noise.

Meng Xihong slumped into his chair, his composure and strength, which he had been forcing himself to maintain, crumbling instantly in that moment.

Pain, self-blame, anger, helplessness... a flood of emotions overwhelmed him.

In his mind, the image of that figure in white robes, uttering the eternal words "I will die without regret," kept replaying, along with the lifeless, pale face of his own son.

One for the sake of all humanity.

One was his closest blood relative.

How ironic!

"Bullshit about the human race!"

Meng Xihong let out a suppressed growl, stood up abruptly, and slammed his fist on the ironwood desk in front of him.

Click!

The tabletop, which was as solid as refined iron, was smashed into pieces by his angry punch!

"My son has been deprived of even the right to live. What does the future of humanity have to do with me!"

He is not a saint.

He was just an ordinary man whose only wish was to protect his wife and children, ensure they had enough to eat and wear, and help them find the path to immortality in this world.

But this world is a realm where martial arts reign supreme and immortality reigns supreme. Mortals are nothing more than weeds and dust in the eyes of the strong, insignificant, fragile, and fleeting. That is why all his struggles, all his scheming, and all his life-risking are for this family.

But now, this family is shrouded in the heaviest shadow because of a "greater good" that he cannot resist.

He vented for a while before his emotions calmed down a bit.

He knew that anger and resentment alone would not solve anything.

He forced himself to calm down and began to think of a way to break the deadlock.

"All laws are severed... eternal damnation..."

Meng Xihong pondered these eight words repeatedly, trying to find a flaw in them.

“Since it is a curse at the level of ‘rules’, then using conventional spiritual power and pills will definitely be useless.”

"Senior Yun's righteous energy also failed, which means that the level of this curse must be higher than the Golden Core realm." "Then, what else can transcend the 'rules'?"

Meng Xihong's mind raced.

He thought of his magic weapon.

The Meng Clan Genealogy.

He immediately immersed himself in his thoughts and began to carefully study the golden family tree.

He turned to Meng Yan'an's page.

Meng Yan'an: Status: [Demon's Curse: All magic is severed, eternal damnation; target's foundation is broken; attribute gifting is ineffective]. Talent: [Human Race - Robust Physique]. Attributes: [None].

Seeing Meng Yan'an's condition, Meng Xihong completely abandoned any thought of using the family genealogy to directly help his son.

Just when Meng Xihong was in despair, he inadvertently stared at Meng Yan'an's page in the family genealogy again.

To his surprise, he discovered that where the "Strong Physique" entry had disappeared, a faint, almost invisible golden mark remained.

The mark was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.

Meng Xihong concentrated all his attention and carefully touched the golden mark.

Instantly, a mysterious and profound connection was established.

Meng Xihong felt a blur before his eyes, as if something was pulling his senses, extending them to the farthest reaches of the earth.

He "saw" that thousands of miles away, a middle-aged man with bulging muscles and covered in scars was moved to tears by his breakthrough to the Marrow Cleansing Realm.

He also "saw" a certain place in Yunzhou where the bottleneck of body refinement in the body of an old man with white hair was suddenly shattered, and his cultivation level was raised to a higher level.

What shocked him even more was that he could clearly "feel" that from the bodies of these breakthrough cultivators, a trace of extremely pure body-refining essence was flowing through the void via that golden mark, very slowly, towards... Meng Yan'an!
Meng Xihong suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracting violently!

He rushed out of the study and into the inner room.

Bai Muyun was holding the child, humming a tuneless lullaby softly, her eyes filled with only numb tenderness.

Then Meng Xihong rushed to the bedside and stared intently at the child's forehead.

really!

As that barely perceptible primordial power flowed in, the black rune between Meng Yan'an's brows flickered extremely slightly.

Although it was only weakened by one in a billion, the evil aura did indeed fade slightly.

At the same time, Meng Yan'an's tightly closed eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.

Meng Xihong already understood; a clear logical chain suddenly formed in his mind, leaving him both shocked and bewildered.

The essence of this curse is "plunder," the plundering of everything Meng Yan'an has to rely on.

But unexpectedly, Meng Yan'an gained a glimmer of hope, and this hope came from the outside world.

From those cultivators scattered throughout the world, who are now cheering and rejoicing at the resurgence of the Body Refinement Dao, and whose cultivation bottlenecks are being loosened.

Meng Xihong suddenly understood!

The powerful figure in plain robes laid out an ancient chess game by concealing the talent of "Strong Physique" within the family genealogy. When the bloodline was born, the corresponding talent attribute corresponding to the pollution emerged, drawing upon the purest innate life essence of the newborn, supplemented by the original power of "Strong Physique," transforming into that golden stream of light that purified the world, cleansing the filth of the body-refining star in one fell swoop.

This is essentially a process of "giving": Meng Yan'an's original essence is generously "gifted" to the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Meanwhile, the overwhelming backlash and curses of the evil forces surged back along the path from which the golden light had come, locking onto Meng Yan'an and attempting to forcibly establish a permanent passage to "take over" everything from him.

Ironically, this demon did not reopen the passage, but instead arbitrarily seized the passage between heaven and earth that had just been "given" and was not yet closed.

Thus, what was originally a one-way "path of dedication" was forcibly transformed into a permanent "two-way channel".

The flow... has been completely reversed!
From then on, all cultivators in the world who have cultivated, broken through, and benefited from the rebirth of the Body Refining Star will, when their cultivation progresses, unknowingly feed back a wisp of pure primordial power to Meng Yan'an, the "Primordial Ancestor," through this cursed and solidified connection!

This vicious curse, by a twist of fate, became Meng Yan'an's "rent collection" channel.

But Meng Xihong was deeply shaken, and a deeper thought surfaced in his mind.

Could all of this... have been part of that powerful being in plain clothes' calculations all along?
He suppressed his shock, and a surge of joy welled up within him: "As long as enough body cultivators break through, Yan An will be saved!"

He looked at the child in his arms and said softly, "Yan'an, you are truly a lucky star. You can even turn the curse of evil into an opportunity."

"When you grow up, Dad will tell you how you turned all the body cultivators in the entire cultivation world into your 'workers'."

(End of this chapter)