The game begins with a visit to a holy land, only to discover that one's ancestor was a human e

Looking around, Feng Zhi saw an ancient cluster of buildings built close to the mountainside, scattered in a staggered manner between the mountainside and the valley.

At the very front, two towering statues, hundreds of feet tall, stood out prominently, one on each side of a shrine.

On the left is a man, with a figure like the Heavenly Emperor Ling Yuan, a face in his prime, and a piercing gaze into the distance between his brows.

With one hand behind his back and the other holding a bronze carpenter's square, even though it was just an inanimate object, the killing intent still swept over the sky, as if it wanted to shatter eternity and suppress all invading enemies under its feet.

This was a ruler who once suppressed all races and ushered in the era of humankind through slaughter. His Daoist principles were engraved between heaven and earth and have not been forgotten even after countless years.

Feng Zhi trembled at just one glance, his physique and bloodline resonating in unison, as if he had seen the ancestor of the source greeting him.

On the right is a woman with a gentle and kind face. She holds a jade compass in her hand, a smile on her lips, and her eyes are lowered, as if she is watching the children she has raised with her own hands.

She was not a ruler who intimidated all races with killing and conquest, but a mother who nurtured all living beings with the power of creation, compassionate and loving.

The two were none other than the Human Emperor Huang Xi and the Primordial Mother Nuwa, holding in their hands the royal artifact that protected the human race.

The rules are two soldiers, the measuring stick of heaven, and the rule of creation.

Neither of them emitted any dazzling divine light; they seemed to be just two ordinary ancient artifacts, quietly held in the palm of the statue, as if they had been asleep for millions of years.

But he knew that if these two supreme imperial artifacts, which had been dormant for countless ages, were to be revived, the heavens and earth would be overturned, the stars would be reversed, and the nine heavens and ten earths would tremble.

Feng Zhi bowed to the two of them from afar, ignoring the various gazes around him, and called out towards the cabin, "Father, Mother, we've arrived. Come out, Third Uncle is here."

Upon hearing the sound, Feng Yang was the first to come out.

He had heard the commotion outside and knew that an important figure from the Feng family had arrived, but he didn't go out on his own initiative. He knew that the other party valued his son, and he couldn't spoil the atmosphere.

Zhang Yu followed behind him, carrying Feng Ting, and whispered, "Don't embarrass your son."

Seeing the scene unfolding before him, Feng Yang nodded almost imperceptibly and took a deep breath.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't flustered. With fewer people at the ceremony, he could still shamelessly try to get close to everyone.

But right now, countless eyes are watching this place. Any one of them would be a powerful expert with extraordinary cultivation to him. His meager cultivation is no different from that of an ordinary person. It's already quite good that he can hold back his trembling.

Feng Zhi went over and took Feng Ting from his mother's hands, then put away the warship.

When the little girl saw that everyone's eyes were on her, she was so scared that she burrowed into Feng Zhi's arms, burying her face in his chest, leaving only the back of her head facing outwards. Every now and then, she would peek out with one eye, like a thief.

Feng Zhi immediately noticed his parents' unease and chuckled inwardly. It was surprising that his usually thick-skinned father could be so awkward.

He put away his joke and moved his parents from behind to the front.

Feng Yang and Zhang Yu stepped forward, about to bow, but Feng Yuan waved his hand.

"No need for formalities, you must be tired from your journey. Stand beside me." The old man tapped his cane lightly on the ground, glancing at the two people beside him.

Those present quickly averted their gazes from the two individuals, for it was indeed a strange occurrence to encounter clansmen with such low cultivation levels in the Feng family's territory.

Their Feng family has the bloodline of two emperors, so even if they don't actively cultivate, their cultivation level will increase on its own.

The powerful figures took the initiative to greet the two, their words carrying no hint of condescension, but rather like welcoming relatives returning from afar.

Feng Yuan's attitude speaks for itself; who would be foolish enough to put on airs in such a situation?

Feng Zhi's impeccable manners earned them more respect for this suddenly appearing imperial prince. With such a promising son, the parents would naturally be looked up to as well.

Moreover, their lineage is destined to be one of the future rulers. As the parents of the Emperor's son, if we don't befriend them now, are we going to wait until they've established themselves before getting close to them?

Everyone present was a shrewd and experienced person; if they couldn't even figure out this simple matter, they would have lived in vain.

Feng Yuan patiently waited until everyone had met Feng Yang and his wife before turning his attention to Feng Zhi.

The dragon-headed cane pointed towards the ancestral hall: "Child, let's go, let's offer incense to our two ancestors first."

Feng Zhi followed the crowd deeper into the statue, with the Feng family members watching closely behind.

The process of tracing one's ancestry is not complicated.

The Fengzhi lineage only needs the approval of the elders in the clan, and in the presence of the clan members, to pray to the ancestors, pay respects and burn incense to complete the ritual.

Taking advantage of this spare time, the group finally dared to communicate using their divine senses.

"Hiss! At first I thought the elders were making a fuss over nothing. Look at his cultivation level, the Purple Mansion realm! I heard that his bloodline hadn't even awakened a few years ago. That's terrifying! No wonder he was able to defeat the successors of various families."

"Hmph." A voice rang out, its tone carrying an undisguised dissatisfaction.

"Anyone can achieve the Imperial Physique! It's just good fortune. If Brother Xun were to awaken this Eternal Physique, he would only be stronger than him!"

"Brother Xun diligently cultivates every day, honing his strength and bones. After reaching the Core Formation stage, he trains alone, having fought against demonic beasts at the Purple Mansion stage and slain many gods with his Human King Body."

"Now I've reached the Purple Mansion Realm, no less than those with special physiques, but what's the result? Because of this person who appeared out of nowhere, everything has been taken away. Why?"

"What grand ceremony gathering geniuses, what Dao Embryo, what Hegemon Body, if Brother Xun goes, he can still fight his way up! It's just that the clan elders are stopping him from going."

"Alright, enough said. This is none of our business to comment." An older member of the clan interrupted the discussion, and the divine senses gradually subsided.

After walking for a while, the group arrived at a huge ancestral hall. There were two statues at the entrance. Feng Zhi and his parents bowed respectfully to them and then followed Feng Yuan across the threshold.

The interior was dimly lit, with a faint scent of sandalwood in the air. The walls on both sides were covered with the names of the Feng family's ancestors, stretching as far as the eye could see.

At the very front and highest point hang two portraits and memorial tablets, one of Huang Xi and the other of Nuwa. Below them is an offering table and a prayer mat.

Feng Zhi climbed the steps and stood in the center of the main hall.

Feng Yuan personally took three incense sticks from the offering table, lit them on the ever-burning lamp, and handed them to Feng Zhi.

Feng Zhi accepted the portraits with both hands and, in front of all the elders and clansmen of the Feng family, solemnly bowed to the portraits of Huang Xi and Nuwa.

After bowing three times, he inserted incense into the incense burner, then knelt down on the prayer mat, touched his forehead to the ground, and performed three deep kowtows.

"The unfilial descendant Feng Zhi, along with his father Feng Yang, mother Zhang Yu, and sister Feng Ting, returned to their ancestral home to acknowledge their ancestors."