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The sound lingered in the hall for a long time before slowly dissipating.

The three incense sticks in the incense burner exploded the moment the sound fell, turning into a wisp of green smoke that rose straight up – a response from the ancestors.

Feng Zhi knelt on the prayer mat, his forehead touching the ground. A wisp of smoke brushed against his face, and he felt an unprecedented peace in the blood flowing through his veins.

It was a sense of peace, like a wanderer returning home, as if a river that had been drifting for a long time had finally flowed into its own ocean.

He had previously thought that he was just going through the motions of registering his name in the family tree and resolving the issue of his parents' bloodline.

But when the wisp of smoke touched him, he suddenly realized that this was a journey home that spanned thousands of years.

The ancestor who had been expelled from the family, his lineage's ancestors, returned home in that instant when a wisp of smoke rose...

Feng Yang followed behind Feng Zhi, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Zhang Yu pulled Feng Ting down to kneel down as well.

Feng Ting imitated her parents, supporting herself on her hands with her bottom sticking up high, her forehead bumping against the prayer mat. Then she secretly looked up at the two portraits, but Zhang Yu quickly pressed her back down.

Feng Yuan stood aside, watching this scene, tears welling up in his old eyes. He turned away and quietly wiped the corner of his eye with his sleeve.

He had waited too long for this day. He couldn't stop his brother's decision back then, and that thorn had been stuck in his heart for over a thousand years.

Now he can finally give an explanation to his ancestors and to himself.

He took a thick family genealogy book from the altar, turned to the page that had been prepared, dipped his brush in ink, and wrote stroke by stroke in the blank space.

"The ceremony is complete." Feng Yuan put down his pen, his voice much hoarse than usual, yet carrying an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"From this day forward, the names of your lineage will be re-entered into the family genealogy, and you will officially return to the Feng family."

A commotion arose among the crowd on the terrace; some people's eyes reddened, while others whispered among themselves.

Feng Xun stood on the outermost edge of the crowd, watching that figure. He remained silent for a long time, and then quietly walked away.

"You're leaving already?" An aged voice came from behind.

An elderly man from the Feng family had appeared behind him at some point, his hands behind his back, a hint of heartache in his eyes.

Feng Xun stopped walking, but didn't turn around. "Hmm."

"How do you feel?"

"...Very strong." Feng Xun spoke of the invisible pressure that person exerted on him, without intending to belittle Feng Zhi.

"Since he appeared, his aura has involuntarily been released twice, and my combat power was suppressed. It was not the suppression of realm or bloodline, but the fear of my physique. The Human King Physique is naturally inferior to the Human Emperor Physique."

"So what do you plan to do?"

Feng Xun remained silent for a while before speaking: "I will go to see him, but not now. After he finishes his trivial matters, I will have a proper and fair competition with him."

He exhaled and opened up to the old man about his troubles during this time.

"At first, I was completely numb. I was unwilling to accept that the goal I had strived for for more than ten years was gone just like that. Why? Why me of all people?"

"As time went by, I came to understand some things. If I really met the criteria, the humanitarian river should have flowed long ago. It shouldn't be me waiting for it."

He looked at the old man, and the gloom in his eyes had lessened considerably; he seemed to have returned to his former self.

"Since I can't win the Human Emperor Physique, I will prove that the Human King Physique is no worse than anyone else's! I, Feng Xun, am no worse than anyone else! I can also forge my own path."

The old man looked at his eyes, which had regained their light, and suddenly smiled. He patted the man's shoulder twice, said nothing, and walked into the ancestral hall.

He didn't say much about it, nor could he offer any advice; he could only rely on himself.

Is it fair to advise this child to give up? What about all the years of hard work he's put in?

But can we blame Feng Zhi? What did that child who was left out do wrong? He did nothing wrong; his bloodline simply awakened.

Both sides are precious to me, and neither is wrong; this is an unsolvable problem.

The old man has lived for thousands of years and has seen too much resentment and setbacks, but this is the norm, and this is the most authentic way the world is.

In every era, there are countless people like Feng Xun who are unwilling to accept their fate.

If it is said that a single inhabited planet can give birth to a peerless genius, a prodigy of all time...

That emperor was absolutely unique in every era.

He is the sole victor who fought his way to the end from among countless planets and countless geniuses in this vast universe!

The world will not stop for a single person, nor will it change in the slightest because of a single person's resentment.

Is it cruel? Perhaps.

……

Feng Yuan put the family genealogy book back, and with a broad smile, he helped Feng Zhi's family up.

Then he pulled Feng Zhi towards the Feng family members below the ancestral hall and addressed them.

"You should all know who this person is. Feng Zhi is the bloodline of my Feng family that has been separated from us. Today, he returns to the clan in front of our ancestors and is also the imperial son of my Feng family in this generation."

"The grand ceremony for the Holy Son was attended by various factions a while ago, and the scale of the event was quite impressive. Today, we won't go through with any of that pomp and circumstance. A simple family meal behind closed doors is more satisfying than anything else."

As soon as Feng Yuan finished speaking, a burst of lively laughter erupted from the crowd, instantly easing the previously solemn atmosphere.

Several elders nodded with smiles, some of them already planning that as soon as Feng Zhi returned to the Feng family, they could let their younger generation show their faces in front of the Emperor's son during the family banquet.

Then the old man earnestly introduced the powerful figures of the family to Feng Zhi. He had met these people before outside the mountains, but at that time it was just a simple greeting. Now it was time to formally recognize them as relatives.

The smiles of those in the hall were much more frequent than before.

Just now, the ancestors responded in the ancestral temple, and the blue smoke rose straight up; this cannot be faked.

Since their ancestors had already accepted it, they, as the younger generation, naturally had nothing to say.

After everyone had learned about each other's situation, Feng Yuan led Feng Zhi's family towards the back mountain.

He understood what Feng Zhi was thinking on this trip. This child didn't care about the imperial prince or resources; he was just particularly concerned about their bloodline.

As the wind stopped, he passed through several ancient stone gates along the mountain path, and before him were several strange and magical herbs growing in the valley.

"Back then, the ancestor of Huangxi irrigated this mountain with his own imperial blood. Since then, a special spiritual herb has grown here, which the clan calls the Blood Awakening Herb."

"As long as you are of the Feng family bloodline, taking this herb will awaken the dormant imperial blood within your body. Although your lineage has been dormant for thousands of years, the imperial blood is still there. It's just that you've been dormant for too long and need some external force to wake you up."

"Once the bloodline is restored, even if one does not actively cultivate, as long as one stays in the Feng family, one's cultivation level will increase on its own thanks to the support of the family's fortune."

Feng Yuan's words were indeed true, but they also carried a bit of personal motive.

He wanted Feng Yang and the others to stay at the Feng family home, reasoning that given how much the child cared about his family, he would inevitably come back in the future.

Feng Zhi nodded. He did indeed feel it; after coming to the Feng family, his sensitivity to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to have deepened.