Genius Beast Tamer

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Mei Ruzui smiled bitterly, "Little sister, haven't we seen enough things today that defy common sense? Don't make a fuss. Ever since her divine root swallowed the underworld root, nothing that has happened to this girl can be viewed through the eyes of ordinary people."

Mei Rusha was slightly taken aback, then smiled calmly, nodded, and stopped asking questions, letting Han Wuxie continue.

A hint of admiration flashed in Han Wuxie's eyes; Mei Ruzui's attitude towards things was indeed admirable.

"I have two younger brothers, who, like me, are useless in the Immortal Realm. They have also cultivated the Root of God. Our goal in cultivating now is to ascend back to the Immortal Realm. There is a family in the Immortal Realm called the Han family. I wonder if you heard about the Han family before you came down to the mortal world. I am a member of the Han family."

"The Han family? Han Mengxiao's family?" Mei Ruzui asked.

"You know my maternal grandfather?" Han Wuxie's eyes lit up slightly.

Mei Ruzui said with some emotion, "You are Han Mengxiao's granddaughter? When I descended to the mortal realm, he was still a child."

"A child?" Han Wuxie smiled and said, "You're actually not that young anymore!"

Mei Ruzui looked slightly embarrassed and gave a bitter smile.

"Telling you about my origins and my background is to show you that, as family, I can tell you everything about myself without reservation."

Mei Ruzui's divine sense searched the mansion and its surroundings, then she asked in a low voice, "Are all the thousands of people in this place from your Heavenly Star Evil Palace?"

Han Wuxie answered truthfully, "That's right."

"So, do they all know your identity? Every single one of them knows, and you've told them all without reservation. Aren't you afraid they'll betray you? Out of thousands of people, isn't there bound to be one with malicious intent? Do you really trust them all and treat them all as family?" Mei Ruzui looked at Han Wuxie with some doubt.

Han Wuxie smiled slightly and nodded, saying, "I believe it's not about words, it's about actions. I've shared my background with them, and I've treated them with unwavering kindness. As people with flesh and blood, they can feel my trust in them, right?"

"Indeed," Mei Ruzui agreed with a smile.

Han Wuxie continued, "Those who feel my trust will naturally know that I believe in them. They should be moved by such a palace master. The people I choose are not fools. I don't look down on ordinary people. I don't blindly trust others, nor am I a fool who blindly reveals my identity to others."

"You told us about your origins because you trust us? But where does this trust come from? You say you don't blindly trust people, so why do you choose to trust us, who should be your enemies? We've only just met, and you're already telling us demons about our origins. Isn't that blind?" Mei Ruzui sneered. "Wu Sha, that Demon Lord from earlier, didn't he tell the Underworld Lord that demons can't be trusted? Neither of us has ever trusted those two men. What makes you think we'd trust you? What makes you think we'd trust demons who can't be trusted?"

"Immortals and demons born in the Immortal-Demon Realm are not demon cultivators who practice in the mortal realm. In the mortal realm, choosing to cultivate demons or immortals is one's own decision. But in the Immortal-Demon Realm, whether one is an immortal or a demon is not something one can decide. You are demons, only your appearance is demonic. As for your inner self, whether your heart is red or black, that is not something you are born with, is it?"

Mei Rusha frowned and said, "I still don't understand. What makes you trust us? Didn't we betray the Underworld Lord who came with us? In your eyes, aren't we just traitors who betrayed our companions? Why would you trust someone like us?"

Mei Ruzui smiled at her younger sister without saying a word, as if she had already guessed something.

"We both descended from the realms of immortals and demons, bringing with us younger relatives. I feel a sense of resonance with your sister. She never abandons her younger sister. Can't we trust someone like that? I'm not your collaborator, but family. So, if someone exists like her younger sister, shouldn't they treat me the same way they treat her younger sister?" Han Wuxie looked at Mei Ruzui with amusement.

A faint smile of "I knew it" flashed in Mei Ruzui's eyes. She didn't speak, but instead gave the choice to her younger sister. In her opinion, her sister's choice was her own choice.

Mei Rusha looked to her sister for help, but Mei Ruzui said nothing. The meaning in her eyes was clear: she was leaving everything to herself.

Mei Rusha hesitated, then looked at Han Wuxie and asked softly, "Are they really family?"

Han Wuxie smiled slightly, her tone gentle yet firm: "If you're willing, you'll be family. Joining the Heavenly Star Evil Palace will give you thousands more relatives. We'll help each other, share hardships and joys. You two sisters won't be alone anymore; we'll be your support. I will bring you, who are like older sisters to the Immortal Demon Realm!"

"Go back? Is there really a way back?" Mei Rusha looked at her sister nervously and said in a low voice, "Sister, there are no Demon Lords or Underworld Lords in the mortal realm now. With our strength, we can live well here. Going to the Immortal Demon Realm would be dangerous, wouldn't it? But... but I want to go back..." Her voice was conflicted and gradually became low.

Mei Ruzui smiled and said, "If you want to go back, then go back. Don't worry about those things."

Han Wuxie laughed heartily, "No one can threaten you. Once we return to the Immortal Demon Realm, I will not allow anyone to bully you. If you are from the Heavenly Star Evil Palace, thousands of us will protect you!"

"Protect us?" Mei Ruzui sneered. "Can you even protect us? Cultivators who roam freely in the mortal realm are nothing in the immortal and demon realm!"

Han Wuxie shook his head and said, "That's not the case. They are martial arts practitioners."

"Martial arts practitioners? Martial arts practitioners from the martial arts continent? They clearly have Golden Cores!" Mei Ruzui was somewhat puzzled.

"Like me, our spiritual roots were cultivated later; the roots we cultivated were not in a state of stagnation."

"It's not in a stopped state?" Mei Ruzui asked, somewhat surprised. "It can grow?"

"Yes! It's a spiritual root now, but it will grow as its cultivation level increases. Once it goes to the Immortal Realm, it will become an immortal root of the highest grade or higher."

"Top-grade immortal roots! And over a thousand people possess them all?" Mei Ruzui's breathing quickened with excitement as she asked incredulously, "What kind of power is this?"

"So we can protect you!" Han Wuxie said with a proud smile, "It all depends on whether you're willing to join us."

Mei Ruzui looked at Mei Rusha and chuckled, "Rusha, it's your decision."

Meiru Sha had already made her decision. She looked deeply at her sister and said, "I have someone to rely on, family to share joys and sorrows with, so I'm willing to join."

Mei Ruzui nodded and looked at Han Wuxie, "We'll join."

……

In the mortal realm, Han Wuxie had no one to fear and no burdens. For her, who possessed the root of a mutated god, cultivation seemed to be no difficult task. After that little thing swallowed the golden core, Han Wuxie cultivated another golden core in less than three months.

After three months of seclusion, when he was about to emerge, he felt something was amiss in his body. Upon examining his dantian, he discovered that the little guy was stirring again.

"No way? You want to eat my golden pill?" Han Wuxie's lips twitched slightly.

Sure enough, the little thing sneaked close to the Golden Core and opened the crack.

"Wait, if I cultivate my Golden Core and you come to eat it, when will I be able to return to the Immortal Realm?" Han Wuxie said somewhat seriously, "Bear with it! You're not allowed to eat it!"

I could vaguely sense that the little thing was complaining and acting coquettishly towards me.

"No!" Han Wuxie said sternly.

The root of the spirit was somewhat listless, weakly retreating, moving away from the golden elixir.

"Good boy!" Han Wuxie smiled approvingly, then suddenly narrowed his eyes with a dangerous glint in them, saying with a playful tone, "I don't know what changes will occur after you've swallowed too many roots, but I know you'll definitely become very strong."

Han Wuxie sensed the little creature's excitement. It rotated up and down within Han Wuxie's dantian, as if nodding, as if saying, "I will become very strong! Just feed me, and I will become very powerful!"

Han Wuxie chuckled and shook his head, saying, "When I return to the Immortal Demon Realm, I will help you find a good root. There are many powerful roots there. There are no more Netherworld Lord roots in the mortal realm that suit your taste."

The little creature became excited and suddenly opened its mouth wide, from which flew a lot of translucent white mist. The white mist surrounded the golden core, and Han Wuxie felt that the golden core was growing rapidly, as if it was about to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

"Can you help me upgrade?" A burning light flashed in Han Wuxie's eyes.

Feeling noticed and liked, the little creature worked even harder, constantly exhaling white mist.

The peak of the Nascent Soul stage, the Out-of-Body stage, the Divine Separation stage, the Body Integration stage, and the Tribulation Transcending stage!

"Stop, stop, stop!" In just twelve breaths, Han Wuxie had reached the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage, and thunder rumbled from the rooftop.

The little thing didn't understand why she suddenly became anxious. She smacked her lips a few times and stopped exhaling smoke.

Hua Qianye sensed something was wrong. He had been secretly training his contracted beast inside the ring, but rushed out. As soon as he stepped out, he was dumbfounded. Looking out the window, he said with a serious expression, "Tribulation? You've already reached the Tribulation stage?"

Han Wuxie smiled bitterly, "The mutated Root of God spewed mist towards the Golden Core, inexplicably transforming it from the Golden Core stage to the Tribulation Transcending stage."

"It seems it's time to go back." Hua Qianye squinted and said, "Judging from the sky, this tribulation will be very difficult. However, since your divine root can help you reach the tribulation stage, it will definitely help you overcome this tribulation. Judging from the situation, there is still about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea before the tribulation falls."

Han Wuxie's expression turned serious. "I'm worried about Tianci and Xingyu."

Hua Qianye said with a playful smile, "When I descended to the mortal realm, I never planned for all of you to ascend. As long as you ascend, they can all stay in the ring. When you return to the Immortal Realm with the ring, they can also return to the Immortal Realm."

"Is this the way you said you could bring the Mei sisters and Nan Yu back?" Han Wuxie frowned. "Is it too late? Can you put them all into the ring before the heavenly tribulation strikes?"

"No problem, I'll take the whole house. Maybe they won't even know they're already inside the ring!" As soon as she finished speaking, Hua Qianye didn't hesitate. With a flick of her fingers in the air, and with a thought, the entire house where Han Wuxie was standing vanished. Han Wuxie stood on an open space, with terrifying rumbling sounds constantly coming from the sky.

Many people on the cultivation continent were alarmed.

"Is someone about to ascend to heaven?"

"This heavenly tribulation looks very powerful. Will we be able to survive it?"

Many people have already started heading towards Han Wuxie's direction, wanting to join in the fun.

Han Wuxie sat cross-legged. Hua Qianye, fearing that someone would disturb her, set up a barrier around her. This barrier could block some of the lightning strikes.

The experts from the cultivation continent have already arrived, eager to witness the master's tribulation and ascension.

When they saw that the person undergoing tribulation was a girl with only the life force of an eighteen-year-old, everyone began to talk in disbelief.

"Whose child is this? Absolutely gifted!"

"To be this good at only eighteen years old, that's truly impressive!"

"Can she withstand the seemingly powerful heavenly lightning?"

Thunder rumbled, and snow suddenly began to fall from the sky.

"It's a variant of the Ice Spirit Root!"

"No wonder, it's an ice spirit root. No wonder it underwent tribulation so early!"

"It doesn't seem like it. I can't see into her dantian. What's stopping me?"

"She's a Transcending Tribulation expert, and you, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, dare to pry into her dantian? Be careful you don't get instantly killed!"

"She's too busy undergoing her tribulation to have time to instantly kill me!"

"Stop arguing! Look, look! The heavenly tribulation is coming!"

A giant ice ball, encased in an electric grid, hurtled down towards Han Wuxie's head.

Han Wuxie didn't move. A long ice spike emerged from the ground and pierced through the ice ball just before it hit Han Wuxie's head. Like an arrow, it flew swiftly and landed on the ground in the distance with a loud "boom," creating a deep crater in the ground.

"She's passed the first tribulation. Each of the nine tribulations is more difficult than the last. I doubt I could have passed her first one. To have overcome it so easily is truly remarkable!"

"Yes, this girl is truly a hidden talent. I had no idea that there was such a person as her in the cultivation world."

"True masters prefer to remain anonymous and keep a low profile! Only those who are all talk and no action make a big fuss!"

After a flurry of discussion among the cultivators, the clouds in the sky rapidly gathered, and behind the thick fog, it seemed as if a strong electric current was surging.

Three breaths later, the thick clouds were suddenly parted, and a giant bolt of lightning, shaped like a dragon's head, struck down fiercely towards Han Wuxie.

The cultivators were blinded by the lightning, and one exclaimed, "My god, this is terrifying! This young girl is probably in grave danger!"

Han Wuxie frowned slightly, but his face showed no fear, instead carrying a mocking sneer.

Suddenly, a melodious zither tune rang out. The cultivators, unable to see the scenery before them, could only guess at the sounds.

"Not dead yet?"

"You still have the mind to play the piano?"

"This girl is really strong!"

The dragon head, formed from gathered lightning, let out a mournful cry before instantly dissipating and disappearing.

The cultivators could clearly see everything before them again. They saw a beautiful woman gently playing the zither, the melodious music conveying a sense of freedom and tranquility. The giant thunderbolt, like a dragon, disappeared into the clouds.

"How is that possible? Just playing the piano and I've escaped another ordeal?"

"What an extraordinary person!"

"Amazing! Incredibly amazing!"

Some ancient beings who had cultivated for thousands of years but had not yet reached the Tribulation Transcending stage became extremely agitated, lamenting, "This is only the second tribulation. If you fail to pass the later ones, no matter how strong you are, you're doomed to die and be cleaved into ashes by the heavenly tribulation!"

Han Wuxie coldly glanced at the old man who had spoken. The old man trembled and became somewhat frightened. He muttered to himself: This is terrifying. Why does just one glance make me feel afraid? Just who is this little girl?

Han Wuxie calmly withdrew his gaze, focusing it on the sky. After the second tribulation, it seemed that the heavens were accumulating even more terrifying power, preparing for an even more horrifying attack.

Han Wuxie closed his eyes slightly and began to calmly gather his strength, preparing to resist this attack.

She was wearing golden armor, a semi-divine artifact crafted by Han Tianci. Perhaps by simply bracing herself against the electric current, she could easily withstand it.

With a strange cry, the clouds transformed into the shape of a large, snow-white bird.

"Heavens!" the cultivator exclaimed. "What kind of strength is this that has aroused such jealousy from the heavens? Even the illusion of an ancient divine beast has appeared! It's one thing that the second tribulation was an illusion of a divine beast, but the third tribulation is actually an illusion of an ancient divine beast! If this continues, how terrifying will the tribulations that follow be?"

Han Wuxie smiled faintly, knowing that as long as it was a beast, it would be no challenge for him.

Han Wuxie continued to gently stroke the strings of his zither, playing a melodious tune, his flute playing a timeless melody, laughing at the heavens with madness, unparalleled in his arrogance.

With a cry, the cloud illusion of the ancient divine beast Bifang bird, which was about to attack Han Wuxie, suddenly became docile, flew back to where it came from, and turned into scattered clouds.

"Why did it suddenly disappear again?" The cultivators were bewildered.

Some people said, "The music she plays must be very special; it should be able to control animals."

"That must be it! I still remember those melodies. Quickly write them down; they might be some kind of secret technique!"

Han Wuxie glanced indifferently at the crowd, a slight smile playing on his lips. Without talent, it would just be an ordinary, domineering yet melodious tune.

"The third tribulation has passed, what will the fourth tribulation be?" Some people began to look forward to it.

"It's getting dark. This tribulation is delayed because it's gathering strength. It's probably about to leave. We should stay away. Otherwise, we might get caught up in it." Some of the more timid people retreated. The crowd that had been densely surrounding Han Wuxie gradually thinned out, and many people hid in the distance.

Suddenly, a deafening roar of an avalanche echoed through the sky. Looking up, the sky resembled a giant canvas, showcasing terrifying natural disasters such as avalanches and blizzards.

Han Wuxie closed his eyes, his soul seemingly being pulled out.

People around looked up and saw a figure standing in the blizzard.

"How did this woman get into there?" Several low-level cultivators who didn't understand the situation asked in confusion.

The elder, whose cultivation was high, said in a low voice, "It is an illusion, a test of the illusion. Her consciousness and soul have gone to experience the blizzard and avalanche."

"This is all fake, right? Even if we can't get through the blizzard, we should be fine, right?"

"No, if the soul and consciousness perish in the blizzard, then they will pass away peacefully!"

Han Wuxie struggled forward through the vast snow. The fierce wind made her lose her sense of direction. A blizzard of avalanches rushed towards her from behind. She ran quickly, trying not to be buried by the snow and ice at the same time.

I was clearly undergoing tribulation, so why am I here?

What exactly is this place?

Somewhat disoriented, Han Wuxie gradually became weak, and her constant jumping and running caused her to gradually run out of energy.

The heavy snow was already approaching her, blocking her from all four directions: in front, behind, left, and right. An avalanche was rushing towards her.

Lost and anxious, Han Wuxie felt a chill in his dantian. He looked inward and saw that the root of his spirit was restless, as if it wanted to have a feast.

"Can you eat all of this?" Han Wuxie was both amused and exasperated.

The little thing smacked its lips, as if answering Han Wuxie that it was very hungry and really wanted to eat.

However, fearing that Han Wuxie might disagree, just as he might get angry if Han Wuxie disagreed with it eating the Golden Elixir, it didn't dare to rush out immediately to feast.

"Eat up, eat as much as you can, and it's best to finish it all!" Han Wuxie narrowed his eyes slightly.

With permission granted, the little creature let out an excited, strange cry within Han Wuxie's consciousness.

A tiny white seed flew out from Han Wuxie's dantian. Suddenly, the seed split open into a mouth-like opening, and the ice and snow were drawn into the mouth as if by a strong suction force.

The cultivators who witnessed this scene all looked on with fear.

"What is this? What is this thing?"

"Are they eating snow? Or are they swallowing up a blizzard?"

"Is this a seed? What kind of strange seed is this?"

What secrets does this woman hold?

"The illusion is shattered!" With a shout, the illusion in the sky shattered and turned back into clouds.

Han Wuxie's will instantly cleared. She opened her eyes, glanced indifferently at the sky, and let out a weary sigh. "Has the real difficulty finally begun?"

The divine root in the dantian felt a pang of frustration, pouting and looking quite unhappy, as if it hadn't even had its fill before its food was snatched away for no reason.

Sensing the little creature's annoyance, Han Wuxie smiled playfully and said, "Are you angry? Is it because fate is playing tricks on you that you're angry?"

The root of God thrashed about angrily, as if venting its frustration.

A tender, indulgent smile flashed in Han Wuxie's eyes. He looked up at the sky, and that smile turned into arrogance and stubbornness.

"This God always likes to play tricks on people. To beat Him, you have to be above Him. Defying the heavens is the only way to go. If you lose even a little, you will surely suffer a bad end! Little thing, the tribulations ahead are going to be tough, but there should also be lots of delicious food. Want some?" Han Wuxie smiled wickedly.

The little creature suddenly became excited, darting around as if nodding.

Han Wuxie narrowed his cold, sharp eyes, glared fiercely at the sky, and laughed arrogantly: "Come on!"

"Boom!" A rumble of thunder rolled behind the clouds.

Han Wuxie narrowed his eyes, looking coldly at the sky with disdain.

Suddenly a scream rang out, and Han Wuxie's head jolted, his consciousness once again becoming hazy.

This time, however, Han Wuxie was able to distinguish that it was an illusion.

"Playing the same trick again?" Han Wuxie sneered.

Han Wuxie calmly sat down on the spot, waiting for the unknown thing in the illusion. She was confident that it was an illusion.

But there is still a question: the same trick, as usual, will get more and more difficult. The previous blizzard exhausted me, so why is there no danger this time? What is going on?

"Tianxie." A gentle voice entered my ears.

Han Wuxie looked over upon hearing the sound, his gaze momentarily stunned.

Is it Mother? Why do you call me Tianxie?

What on earth is this illusion all about?

Han Wuxie shifted his body, feeling a little uncomfortable. He looked down at his hands and found them to be small and chubby, like a baby's.

What happened?

Han Wuxie tried to speak, but found that the sound he made was like a babbling toddler, completely lacking in intonation.

"Tianxie." Mother gently rubbed her head, her eyes filled with heartache, her voice somewhat bitter as she said, "No matter how much the Tian family looks down on you, you are the most precious in my eyes. I'm sorry, child, I'm sorry, my child. I'm useless, I gave birth to such a useless child. If only you had just an ordinary spiritual root, how much better would that be? How will you walk the road ahead, my poor child..." Mother's voice gradually choked up.

Han Wuxie's heart tightened. What was going on? What was happening? How did I end up back in my infancy?

These are memories of my ignorant self, memories that no longer exist.

At that time, my mother held me so sadly, but I was too young to understand what she was saying. My mother must have been the most heartbroken to give birth to me like that.

"Tianxie? Why is that the name?" a man's voice came from behind.

Han Wuxie turned his head and saw that his father had entered the room at some point, his face full of anger and his fists clenched tightly.

Her mother was still holding her, but a little too tightly, which made her uncomfortable. However, she didn't want to disturb her, so she let her mother hold her tightly like that.

"Rou'er, it's all my fault. I don't know why Father would do this. I'll go find him. The child can't be called that!"

"Forget it, forget it, stop making a fuss. I've already made all the fuss I could. It's no use. If we don't use this name, we can't even use the surname Tian."

"Rou'er, I..."

"Brother Feng, do you think there might be a miracle?" Mother gently stroked her face, her eyes filled with hope.

"A miracle?" Father clenched his fists tighter, looking at himself with regret. After a long while, he sighed and said nothing more.

The room fell silent; no one spoke.

Han Wuxie wanted to comfort her parents, but the sound she made was just the baby crying.

The mother hugged Han Wuxie tightly, whispering words of comfort, "There will be a miracle, there will definitely be a miracle! My child, you will create a miracle!"

I will definitely create a miracle! Mother, I will create a miracle soon. As long as I survive the heavenly tribulation, I will come back. I will definitely come back and create a miracle!

Han Wuxie burst into tears, whether because he was now in the body of a child or because he was in his mother's arms and had not seen his mother for so long, he was crying so hard.

Even though she knew it was an illusion, she couldn't help but get caught up in it, crying and trying to comfort her depressed parents.

Seeing the child in her arms crying his eyes out, Han Rou couldn't help but shed tears as well, gently wiping Han Wuxie's tears with a soft silk handkerchief.

"Brother Feng, it seems like our child understands our hearts; he's also sad and heartbroken."

"She's just a newborn child, she probably doesn't understand the cruelty of the world yet. I'm going to take you to a place where there are no people, so she can grow up carefree. Whether she has immortal roots or spiritual roots doesn't matter. She's our child, and no matter what, she's our precious child. I don't want her to grow up here, I don't want her to feel inferior to others from a young age."

Han Rou shook her head with a wry smile and said, "Don't forget, you are the heir to the Tian family patriarch."

Tianfeng's hand trembled slightly as he tried to take the child's hand, but he ultimately withdrew it and did not take Han Wuxie's hand. He said softly, "Rou'er, I'm sorry. Following a useless person like me, you may suffer a lot in the future."

"It's alright." Han Rou raised her face and smiled gently at him, "As long as you love me, I can endure any hardship in the Heavenly Family. It's just a pity for this child."

Tianfeng looked at Han Wuxie with guilt, reached out again, and this time took Han Wuxie and carefully held her. As a new father, Tianfeng's movements when holding the child were a little clumsy, but he was extremely careful.

"Xie'er, can you endure it? The suffering in the future, my poor child, can you bear it?" Tianfeng looked at Han Wuxie with pity, and after a long time sighed, "It's all your father's fault for being useless. I will definitely cultivate hard. If I have enough ability to be proud, I will kill anyone who looks down on you. That way, no one will look down on my Xie'er anymore."

Han Wuxie shook his head vigorously, wanting to shout, "Father, no matter what happens, don't leave us and bear the danger alone!"

Memories of the Immortal Realm replayed in his mind. He remembered his father bearing everything and hiding somewhere, which intensified his desire to return to the Immortal Realm.

I'm going back, and nothing can stop me!

I want to go back!

I must go back!

Mom and Dad, I will definitely change everything. Miracles exist! I am no longer a useless nobody in the immortal realm! Miracles exist!

With a roar in his heart, the illusion suddenly shattered.

She let out a long cry: "Immortal Realm, I want to return!"

Han Wuxie looked down again and found that he was now back in the open space where he had sat during his tribulation.

Her eyes were a little moist, and she wondered, was this the fifth tribulation?

Why is the fifth tribulation like this? Is it just to make me see those memories?

Is it to strengthen my resolve to return to the Immortal Realm, or to test my faith?

Have I passed the test of faith?

"What just happened? Why would she shout something like 'return to the Immortal Realm'?" Some cultivators whispered among themselves.

The old man, who had some knowledge of tribulations, said in a low voice, "It was a test! The fifth tribulation has been passed!"

"The fifth tribulation has passed? What kind of test was it? Why would you say something like that?"

The old man said, "It must have been a test of her determination to go to the Immortal Realm. Through some illusions, some things were created, perhaps memories, perhaps fictional things, to test her determination to go to the Immortal Realm. The illusions probably took her to a place similar to the Immortal Realm, but she didn't stay there for long before her consciousness was brought back, which is why she is so determined to go back. Only she knows what the illusions actually looked like."

"I see." Someone asked疑惑地, "Why test their resolve to go to the Immortal Realm?"

"There must be a reason for this heavenly tribulation. Perhaps it is to strengthen the resolve of those who defy the heavens. Perhaps the immortal realm is too dangerous, and some people who cannot face danger or lack resolve may die there even if they go there. It would be better for them to die in the mortal realm, under the heavenly tribulation," the old man replied, pondering the will of heaven.

Those around seemed to believe it but no one pressed for more information, turning their attention back to Han Wuxie.

Han Wuxie's expression fell slightly as he frowned and looked at the sky.

I always thought I was defying the heavens, and I always resented the heavens for not having spiritual roots. But just now, I seemed to be grateful to it. If it hadn't led me to see the conversation between my parents that I didn't understand back then, and everything that I didn't understand back then, I might never have known those words.

God, why did you arrange things this way for me? Why was I born without spiritual roots, and why am I to be ridiculed? Why did I have to become a child of the immortal realm? If I don't have spiritual roots, then let me be reincarnated in the mortal realm, whether it's the Nine Provinces Continent or the Martial World Continent. Why did I have to become a useless person in the immortal realm?

Fate is unpredictable, and many things are beyond our control. Why is that?

So much confusion, so much I don't understand. If you really exist, God, if you truly exist, are you a being above God?

Can you tell me?

Tell me, why is fate like this?

Han Wuxie gazed intently at the sky, and after a long while, he sighed softly.

Suddenly, a strange thought came to mind: I and these cultivators all thought we were doing something against the heavens, but have we ever thought about why we are doing these things? What is the reason for becoming a so-called "defender of the heavens"? If we get to the bottom of it, then becoming a "defender of the heavens" is arranged by the heavens. In that case, does the word "defying the heavens" become "following the heavens"?

She shook her head and smiled bitterly. It seemed that the more she thought about things, the more confused and bewildered they became.

Whether one follows the will of Heaven or defies it, what is life really like?

Is it someone's arrangement, or is it just self-deception that someone's arrangement is in the truth, when there is no God and no one's arrangement at all?

Or perhaps, God truly exists, and one's entire life is predetermined. One might think they shouldn't do something, that doing so would be in accordance with Heaven's will, and insist on doing something else. But upon reflection, one might realize that what one is doing now is precisely what God has already arranged, making one feel at a specific time that this cannot be done, and thus prompting them to do something else. But this "something else" is the path that was preordained and was meant to be taken.

contradiction?

Yes, thinking is always contradictory.

Is it that I'm contradicting myself and making things difficult for myself, or is it, as I feel, that fate is playing tricks on me?

The answer may vary from person to person.

Some people think that there is no such thing as heaven, and that everything is just people making things difficult for themselves. If you don't even try to overcome a difficulty, how can it be a difficulty?

However, some people have a different perspective, feeling that many things are beyond their control. They might make a decision, but then encounter certain events the next day, causing some decisions to change.

So what exactly is causing this wavering? Is it really divine intervention, or is it something that is changing within oneself?

Some people feel that some difficulties seem unavoidable, and that natural disasters and man-made calamities are the work of God.

Yes, it's a contradictory question. What is the answer?

Han Wuxie had a headache; there were still four tribulations to go, but he was already physically and mentally exhausted.

The trials ahead will become increasingly difficult; how will I face them?

"Han Wuxie, what are you hesitating about? What's troubling you?" she muttered to herself. "Whether fate is in your own hands or preordained by heaven, you still have to keep going, don't you? Even if you control it yourself, you won't know what the future holds. Even if heaven controls it, it won't make your future path unpredictable. Everything depends on your own journey, doesn't it? Why worry so much? Instead of agonizing over these things, why not just walk the path and see what kind of path you'll take? See what path heaven has laid out for you? Whatever the path may be, if you don't walk it, how can you judge whether it's ordained by fate or by human will?"

The group of cultivators surrounding her heard her words clearly. Everyone fell into deep thought and fell silent. Their gazes toward the woman became respectful. This was the true meaning of the Great Dao. In the past, they had only wanted to study the question of defying or following the heavens, but they never realized that whether one follows or defies the heavens, without taking a single step, one is nothing.

The sky gradually calmed down.

To everyone's astonishment, a beam of light appeared in the sky, and the surrounding clouds gradually dispersed to both sides, as if a heavy cloud gate had been opened.

A beam of light shot down from the heavens and landed on Han Wuxie. A seed flew out from Han Wuxie's dantian, opening its mouth to greedily swallow the light. Han Wuxie closed his eyes and felt the power brought by the light, which seemed to contain a very strong immortal energy.

People around started whispering, "What's going on? Shouldn't they have passed the nine tribulations?"

"Has the gate to the Immortal Realm opened? Wasn't it only five tribulations that passed?"

"Why is this happening?" some people asked the elderly man with high cultivation.

The elder with the highest cultivation level was also troubled, scratching his head with a puzzled look on his face.

The beam of light gradually faded. Han Wuxie looked up at the path that had appeared in the sky as promised. Logically, one should pass through nine tribulations and break through to the Mahayana stage. One should stay in the mortal realm for a while until one is old enough to go to the immortal realm. Then one will naturally see the gate to the heavenly realm. But now, having just passed through five tribulations and not even having broken through to the Mahayana stage, he has already seen that path.

People around looked up in the direction Han Wuxie was looking, but they couldn't see anything. For experts who have passed the tribulation, the Great Ascension stage will give them the Heavenly Eye. However, the Heavenly Eye is not yet at a certain level, so they cannot see the path to the Immortal Realm. Usually, they will head in that direction and truly reach the Immortal Demon Realm when the Heavenly Eye suddenly opens and they can clearly see the gate to the Heavenly Realm in the sky.

Han Wuxie didn't care about those things she couldn't understand. The things that happened to her were all strange and inexplicable. She would take any path that came her way, regardless of whether it was in accordance with or against the will of Heaven. As long as she took one step, she would move forward bravely. No matter whether the path ahead led to the Immortal Realm or not, she would not back down!

Using a combination of magical power and lightness skill, Han Wuxie headed towards the path she had seen—a very bright and shimmering path, seemingly covered with stars—and kept flying towards it.

"Did she ascend directly? Did she see her own path to the heavens?"

"No way, this woman is too strange. Ever since she started her tribulation, so many strange things have happened. Did she just ascend to immortality like that? Did she go to the celestial realm?"

The cultivators stared blankly at the sky, at the woman who had flown up and disappeared, scratching their heads, utterly perplexed.

"Look, what's that?"

"It's a dagger, and it looks like the woman just put it on!"

Someone discovered a dagger inlaid with seven gems of different colors and rushed to grab it. In the end, it fell into the hands of an old man in the early stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm. The old man was astonished to find that it was a celestial artifact!

Not long after, the old man successfully overcame his tribulation with the help of a celestial artifact. After reaching the Mahayana stage, he ascended to immortality in less than three months!

Legends about this mysterious woman continue to circulate throughout the cultivation world.

Later, based on what the emperor of the Nine Provinces Continent said, and based on the sudden appearance and disappearance of the Heavenly Star Evil Palace in the Martial World Continent, some people gradually deduced that the little girl who helped the emperor unify the world was the palace master of the Heavenly Star Evil Palace in the Martial World Continent, and also the original owner of the only immortal artifact to emerge in the cultivation world!

All of this seemed to confirm the rumors that suddenly appeared seven years ago.

On the continent of Kyushu—a visitor from beyond the heavens; whoever obtains this person will surely rule Kyushu.

On the martial arts continent—a secret manual has been created; whoever obtains it will surely rule the martial arts world.

On the continent of cultivation—immortal artifacts have descended upon the world; whoever obtains an immortal artifact will surely ascend to immortality.