Sword Sovereign Against The Heaven

Shuiyue's words were sharp, but they were filled with love, honor, and a fierce sense of loyalty. Han Zhen had always known her to be strong, but hearing her speak so passionately about her feelings was something he hadn't expected.

In that moment, he saw her not just as a companion, not just as the girl who was promised to him, but as someone who was willing to stand by his side no matter the cost.

His heart, which had been heavy with guilt and uncertainty, suddenly felt a little lighter. He realized that he couldn't bear the thought of leaving Jin Shuiyue behind, nor could he let her face this danger alone. The bond they shared, the one that was formed by promises made long ago, was unbreakable.

Han Zhen's eyes softened as he looked at her, and for a moment, he could feel his mother's intense gaze on them, heavy with both pride and sorrow.

Han Mei's sighed, placing hand on Han Zhen's shoulder, which seemed to carry a thousand unspoken words.

"Brat," Han Mei muttered, her voice rough with emotion, "Having Shuiyue by your side is a blessing you've cultivated for eight lifetimes. If you make it through this disaster, you better treat her well. Otherwise, I'll be the first to come after you"

Han Zhen nodded silently, his heart filled with an overwhelming sense of responsibility. He didn't need to say anything because he understood the weight of his mother's words. Some things couldn't be promised, only felt.

Jin Shuiyue's unwavering devotion to both him and Han Mei had carved a permanent place in his heart.

Han Zhen shifted the topic and asked, "Mother, Sunreach City's influence isn't strong enough to threaten the main family. They don't need to take over the iron sword hall just to access the Demon-Sealing Burial Grounds. Is there another reason?"

Han Mei nodded. "Only the local forces of Sunreach City are permitted to enter the Demon-Sealing Burial Grounds. This is a decree from the Wulong Clan."

Han Zhen's face showed a solemn expression. His thoughts rapidly turned over in his mind. Of course, he knew the Wulong Clan. It was a superpower in the Yuan Dynasty, the sixth generation of lords in this land, and they were the local rulers of northern region!

The Demon-Sealing Burial Ground is said to be the resting place of Yi Lan, and no matter what secrets lay inside, Han Zhen knew he had to go in. But now, with the involvement of the Wulong Clan, the situation had become far more complicated.

At this time, a voice from outside the room interrupted his thoughts.

"Master, the master of the main family asks you to come over..."

The messenger's voice was anxious and hurried. The person in charge of the main family had not seen Han Mei after Han Zhen's trouble started. But now, after the incident with Han Kuan, the person had come to ask Han Mei to meet them, likely to discuss punishment for the injury Han Zhen had inflicted.

Han Mei's eyes flashed with a hint of wariness. "Zhen'er, you are injured all over your body. Rest well first. Don't worry about other matters. I will go and deal with it, then come back to help you recover."

"Aunt Han, I'll go with you!" Jin Shuiyue immediately said.

Han Mei nodded, signaling for them to leave. The two of them exited, leaving Han Zhen alone in the room.

Han Zhen's brows furrowed. The situation was becoming more and more tense. The Mayor's Mansion had given him a strict deadline to clear his name, but now there were even larger powers at play. The Wulong Clan's involvement was a game-changer.

Han Zhen's thoughts raced as he sat in silence, weighing his options. The realization hit him hard: he had to regain his strength if he was to face the storm that was quickly brewing around him.

The Demon-Sealing Burial Grounds, the main family's schemes, and the Wulong Clan's hidden agenda were all too dangerous to confront without the proper power at his disposal.

His body had been sealed for so long, unable to absorb the vitality of the world, leaving him severely weakened.

Han Zhen knew that his mother had exhausted countless methods to help him regain his cultivation, yet none had succeeded.

"I need to understand what's going on," he murmured.

Something felt off about his body. Ever since he regained his past memories, an unfamiliar heat had stirred deep within him, like a hidden ember waiting to ignite. It wasn't just a feeling, it was a presence, an anomaly buried within him. He had to uncover its source.

Taking a steady breath, Han Zhen sat cross-legged, sinking into deep concentration.

The wisdom of his past life sharpened his perception, allowing him to turn his senses inward. Slowly, his awareness expanded, peeling away the layers of his own being.

His acupoints were clear, open. His meridians flowed freely, unblocked. His Spirit Core remained intact, steady as ever. On the surface, everything seemed normal.

Yet, as he probed deeper, an unexpected surge of energy rippled through him, an intense wave of emotions that did not belong to him.

There, in the depths of his Spirit Core, was an object he had never imagined finding: a golden scroll.

It hovered there, untouched by time, exuding a quiet yet overwhelming presence. Its surface shimmered with golden inscriptions that pulsed like a heartbeat, resonating with the natural flow of the world itself.

At the top, five radiant characters burned themselves into his vision,

"Primordial Essence Art."

The moment he laid eyes on them, the very fabric of existence seemed to tremble, as if the world itself whispered their significance.