On Mount Tai's summit, lightning split the sky. Ye Fan knelt on a stone platform, drenched in blood, as the agony of awakening his Desolate Ancient Sacred Body gnawed at his very marrow!
I clenched my fists, and a mechanical voice suddenly boomed in my mind: “Fate's choice has been triggered. Option one: Stand by and watch as Ye Fan's sacred body remains incomplete. Option two: Bear his pain for him and obtain the ‘Sacred Body's Inborn Origin.’ Option three: Take his sacred body and become the only one of the Desolate Ancient era.”
In my previous life, I read Shrouding the Heavens and hated how he had to face everything alone. Reborn as his younger brother, I sneered and tapped option two.
As the agony struck like ten thousand swords piercing my heart, faint golden patterns appeared on my palm. The System notification rang out: “A special constitution has been detected. Host has received the gift of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body's origin!”
From then on, I seized divine medicine when the bronze coffin opened, played the pig to eat the tiger when the ancient clans revived, and kept my edge hidden during the struggle for the Emperor's Path.
Then the Qingqiu Saintess, who was always watching me from the shadows, suddenly burned a hole through the void with foxfire at her fingertips. “You... have the aura of the Desolate Heaven Emperor?”
Ye Fan sweeps across the eight wastelands with his sacred body, while I secretly command the secrets of fate with my System. In this life, we brothers stand side by side. Who dares stop me from becoming an Immortal of the Mortal World?
