Cultivation Begins from Infancy - Chapter 322

Volume 3 - Chapter 56: The Clan's Farewell - Part 1

“Luo, Luoping?!”

Ji Tianchao’s voice trembled, a mixture of shock and excitement. Having endured countless battles and brushes with death, this elder had always faced challenges with calm composure. Yet now, doubt clouded his mind, making him question whether his aging eyes had deceived him.

The figure hurtling through the skies came to a halt above the peaks of the Yun Peaks, clad in a divine robe formed by externalized energy. His gaze remained steady as he looked down at the crowd below.

When his eyes fell upon Ji Yun Yue’s figure, Li Hao was momentarily taken aback. His expression softened slightly—clearly, the other party had not suffered misfortune, having been rescued by the Ji family in time.

Moreover, he couldn’t sense the presence of that couple’s aura, though he didn’t particularly care anymore.

“This... is this Luoping?”

Ji Yunqing, Ji Yun Yue, and others finally processed what they were seeing. Even their children stared in stunned confusion at the youthful figure in the sky.

They scrutinized his appearance, so similar yet subtly different from that child, and the distinct aura of a Supreme Dao Realm radiating from him. Bewilderment turned into shock.

The former Ji Luoping had been extraordinarily talented, but it was clear he had only reached the Three Immortals Realm. Now, however, the divine energy externalized from this youth left no room for doubt—he was in the Supreme Dao Realm!

In just over a month, even if that child had advanced to the Fourth Pillar Realm, it would have been impossible to achieve such a monumental leap into the Dao Realm.

“Senior Tianchao, I wish to leave this place. Please open the Holy Land's secret realm for me.”

Li Hao descended with a composed demeanor, offering a slight bow as he spoke.

At this moment, his posture bore none of the deference of a junior. Instead, he exuded calm confidence, treating all beings with equality.

“You... you’re really Luoping?!”

Ji Tianchao’s face showed incredulity at the young man’s request. Though disbelief lingered in his voice, it was overshadowed by a deep-seated excitement.

Li Hao’s expression remained impassive. “That is no longer my name.”

Everyone froze. Ji Tianchao’s expression shifted. “Then are you reverting to your original name, Li Hao?”

Hearing this, Li Hao immediately understood that they must have learned about his past from that couple. He shook his head slightly and said, “I have my own name. If we meet again in the future, you may call me... Haotian.”

When he was reborn in the Abyss, he had already made up his mind.

He severed ties with the past and bid farewell to the infant body he had inhabited upon his transmigration.

“Borrowed your body for a brief time, now returned it with your parents intact...”

From now on, this life would belong to him alone.

He had repaid the couple for their kindness in full. Neither they nor the child whose body he had occupied were owed anything.

After all, without him, that child would have perished at the age of six during the assassination in the Divine General Mansion.

Now, everything was settled.

Hearing Li Hao’s words, the crowd was stunned. “Haotian? Then... what of your surname?”

“Child, we’ve learned about what happened on Prison Sky Island. We executed all the criminals there,” Ji Yunqing interjected quickly. “As for your parents... according to the clan rules, they were exiled when we thought you were dead. Now that you’ve returned, just say the word, and we’ll bring them back.”

Li Hao’s expression remained steady. “Senior Yunqing, I have no parents. Whatever punishment or rewards the Ji family has for them—whether they are saints or sinners—is irrelevant to me. I came here only to request that you open the Holy Land's secret realm. Otherwise, if I tear it open by force, I fear it will damage your clan.”

The crowd stared at Li Hao in astonishment.

But then, recalling the information gathered from the Great Yu Divine Dynasty and the furious roars of the elders in the council chamber a month ago, as well as their scorn for that couple, they fell silent.

Had it not been for Li Hao’s status as a Dao Seed, the couple likely would not have left the council chamber alive.

Even though Qingqing had been spared thanks to the self-sacrifice of the old thirteenth elder, her husband was doomed.

After all, losing the Dao Seed—especially indirectly causing the death of the Ji family’s Dao Seed—was utterly unforgivable.

“Child, your parents may have been ignorant, but... but you still have us. You are still part of the Ji family. We will dedicate all our resources to supporting you,” Ji Yun Yue said anxiously.

“That’s right.”

“You’re one of us. We failed you before, and if you’re angry, we will do whatever it takes to make amends.”

Others chimed in, looking at Li Hao with concern etched on their faces.

Li Hao said nothing, glancing instead at Ji Tianchao, who was still staring at him with a mixture of shock and scrutiny.

When he emerged from the Abyss, his clothes had been destroyed, leaving him clad only in a divine robe formed by externalized energy. This allowed his All-Manifestations Attribute to partially reveal itself.

Noticing that Ji Tianchao had already detected something, Li Hao made no attempt to conceal it further. Instead, he disabled the All-Manifestations Attribute, letting his physical aura fully surface.

“Everyone, take a closer look. Do I still carry any trace of the Ji family’s bloodline?”

Li Hao’s voice was calm.

The crowd froze, quickly extending their senses. Moments later, their faces turned pale as they stared at him in shock.

“You... how is this possible?”

Ji Yunqing stammered, unable to hide his disbelief. “Are you truly Luoping? Your appearance, your cultivation...”

Li Hao’s appearance had changed somewhat, and his cultivation had risen to the same Supreme Dao Realm as theirs. Though they hadn’t pressed for answers earlier, the lack of a detectable bloodline now stunned them.

“I have reforged my body and severed the bloodline,” Li Hao said plainly. “Your Luoping is dead. From now on, only Haotian exists in this world.”

His words were like a bell tolling in the hearts of all present.

From the distance, several figures flew toward them. Among them were Ji Daoxin and Ji Qingyuan, drawn by the unfamiliar Supreme Dao Realm aura atop the sacred mountain.

The sudden appearance of such a figure had caught them off guard. When they saw the youth surrounded by Ji Tianchao and the others and overheard his words, their astonishment grew.

After a brief moment of confusion, they hurried closer. Landing just outside the circle, Ji Daoxin studied Li Hao carefully and asked in surprise, “You emerged from the Abyss? Did you climb out on your own?”

Li Hao glanced at the family head and gave a slight nod as acknowledgment.

The other Ji family members quickly bowed upon seeing Ji Daoxin, but Ji Qingyuan was also observing Li Hao closely, his eyes betraying traces of shock. The youth standing before them no longer bore even a hint of the Ji family’s bloodline. Yet his demeanor was extraordinary, with an otherworldly air that made him seem even more powerful and terrifying than before.

To the members of the Ji family, their bloodline was a lifelong pursuit—something to cherish and nurture.

Yet this youth had willingly discarded it.

A complex, indescribable feeling welled up in Ji Qingyuan. It was as if the precious treasure he had chased after since childhood had been carelessly discarded by another. Not only had the youth remained unscathed by its absence, but he had also reached even greater heights.

“Child, how could you be so reckless…”

“Though it was your parents’ fault, you are still part of the Ji family!” Ji Yunqing’s face turned ashen, unable to bear the weight of this realization.

The severing of his bloodline meant that their Ji family would forever lose him.

Li Hao remained silent, listening to their lamentations. He watched their sorrowful and distraught expressions with a trace of regret. Yet he understood that breaking away would inevitably cause pain—it was an unavoidable step in the process.

“There’s no need for sorrow. Just pretend we never met.”

Li Hao spoke calmly.

...

This statement brought even greater grief to Ji Yun Yue and the others.

Having once witnessed the brilliance of fireworks, how could one forget such splendor?

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