Mortal World, Refuse to Ascend

The Shou Yuan Mirror revealed that Han Fan had twelve years left to live. The pseudo-Five Spiritual Roots have all five attributes, but all five are so weak that they are almost non-existent. The verifying elder put a check mark next to his name and pulled out a small amount of extra ink when he put away the pen. There was no hatred or disgust in that check mark, only a kind of confirmation: the scrap date of this old thing is twelve years from now. Han Fan clutched the life-sustaining pill that his mother had stuffed into his bag, and escaped from Yunyin Mountain on a rainy night. He fled to a city of casual cultivators without city walls. He spread a straw mat under the base of the city wall and used the cheapest iron knife to carve talismans in exchange for spiritual stones. He didn't know that the pseudo-Five Spiritual Roots were not useless. There was a system buried in his blood that did not belong to this world. Thousands of years ago, our ancestors crashed on this planet in a starship, carving the way home into the depths of their blood. While monks throughout the Linghuan world were "using" the rules, Han Fan was born to "analyze" the rules. From carving the first quadruple spirit-gathering talisman under the city wall, to completing the ancient talisman that no one could solve for thousands of years at the Vientiane City Rune Emperor Conference; from being chased for three thousand miles by the female sword cultivator of the Tianyan Sect, to the two of them working side by side to create the "Mortal World Dao" to take in all the people who were trapped. A waste material rejected by the sect; from single-handedly fighting against the joint siege of the seven great sects, to persuading the Holy Lord of All Peoples to disband the holy domain that he had controlled for two thousand years with his willpower, every step Han Fan took proved the same thing: Heaven can be wrong. When he gathered three fragments of the Heavenly Dao and rewritten the principle of "suppressing diversity" with his own hands, the Heavenly Dao came down to receive the golden light and invited him to ascend. Han Fan pushed Jin Guang away. He returned to Willow Lane and picked up the noodles cooked by Su Jiuer at the stove. The noodles are neither salty nor bland, just right.