In this world, those who commit evil are truly unrighteous.
In this world, those who do good deeds may receive rewards… yet are often pushed aside by the strong.
And yet, those who truly understand this world know the truth of cultivation—the Dao Heart.
"I will become a cultivator who walks the path of my Dao Heart."
A Dao Heart is one's true way of life.
It is what one follows every day—through action, through choice, through will.
To hurt others… and to love others.
But to always act according to one's true heart, even if it reveals the cruelty of the world.
I want to be a kind person…
one who does not get pushed aside.
This is Sun Tzu.
Neither a useless kind man who is trampled…
nor a heartless one who abandons kindness.
Sun Tzu engraved these words deep within his heart, as though a drum of liberation echoed within him.
Huan Xin could not move.
His feet were rooted to the ground.
Sun Tzu looked up, then fell back down, locking his gaze onto Huan Xin once more.
Then he spoke.
"Who are you?"
Huan Xin froze.
After Sun Tzu's death, he had encountered a mysterious group known as the Nine Inheritance Tribe—
all culprits tied to the Fate Building.
The first one to seize the Fate Building was…
Wang Bai Ling.
Three million years had passed.
Yet to Sun Tzu… it felt like only a moment.
Suddenly, a massive torrent of water rose into the air—like a tsunami.
But within it, dark energy mixed with faint traces of light.
Then the tsunami split apart… forming five streams.
"Light Spiral Blade."
Huan Xin froze.
"Qi Path!"
The entire cave trembled violently as Huan Xin was thrown into the air.
His robe fluttered wildly as water droplets fell like rain.
He slammed into the cave ceiling—
BOOM!
A massive crack spread outward.
Stone shattered and dust filled the air as he was forced through the ceiling.
He emerged into the sky, his eyes filled with shock, his expression twisted in disbelief.
The wind whipped across his hair.
"This is impossible… I thought he was awakened already. I thought he was aware… he was even speaking through the Ice Mountain!"
"What the hell is this?!"
He crashed back down.
The impact shattered the ground beneath him.
An explosion erupted from below, sending him flying seven times across the terrain before he finally stopped.
Inside the cave, Sun Tzu steadied himself mid-air.
"Stop fighting! I will—"
His vision blurred.
He stumbled back and collapsed heavily onto the ground.
Pat.
He looked down at his hand, clenching his fist.
"I'm perfectly fine."
He stood up, inspecting his clothes—they were completely intact.
"What happened to my enemies…?" he thought.
He rose into the sky and scanned his surroundings.
Suddenly, his pupils contracted to needle points.
A man lay on the ground below, wounded and bleeding, his face twisted in pain.
Sun Tzu had always been compassionate toward humans… and grew furious whenever he harmed the innocent.
Without hesitation, he flew down—then paused.
"This young man… is the first person I've seen since the battle after I fell."
"It seems… he saved me."
Sun Tzu muttered softly, still processing his thoughts.
Then he straightened his posture and descended like an arrow.
He landed beside the man with a faint smile.
"Sorry, lad. Let me heal you."
Huan Xin smiled faintly—but behind his eyes hid a vicious scheme.
Sun Tzu has awakened. I have the artifact to enslave him. There is no way he can resist.
He tried to summon the artifact passed down by his ancestor.
But suddenly—
A warm sensation spread across his injured shoulder.
Blood seeped into the ground… then vanished.
Golden light enveloped the wound.
Sun Tzu bowed slightly.
"Sorry, junior. May I ask where I am?"
Huan Xin stood up, breathing steadily.
This is my chance. I will enslave his soul.
He twisted his fingers, preparing his technique.
But Sun Tzu suddenly smiled.
He leaned closer.
"I smell… evil intent."
Huan Xin's eyes widened in shock.
"Is this the power of the Qi Realm?"
In an instant—
His body froze.
Millions of plans… all wasted. I must activate the artifact now!
"Don't use the Soul Enslaving Artifact."
A calm voice echoed.
"I already spoke with your ancestor."
Huan Xin froze completely.
His expression twisted.
"That's impossible… it's like… he has three personalities!"
"And what does he mean… they planned for this?!"
Sun Tzu looked upward.
A thought echoed in his mind.
Third Sun Tzu… your kindness won't last forever.
BAM!
A deafening crash echoed through the hall.
The Supreme Elder of the Immortal Continent slammed his fist onto the table, shattering it into splinters that flew in every direction.
He roared—his voice shaking the entire room.
A middle-aged man knelt before him, dressed in black silk robes, with a rough beard and sharp eyes.
"We could not find your two sons, Supreme Elder. We searched the entire continent."
"Hidden Flame Sect… Iron Edge Sect… every region…"
"Still… no trace."
The Supreme Elder's expression changed slightly.
Then he coughed blood onto the floor.
"Supreme Elder! Calm yourself! Your sons may still be alive!"
The man quickly cleaned the blood from the ground, his hands trembling slightly as he did so.
The Supreme Elder's breathing was heavy, but his gaze remained cold and unmoving.
For a moment, silence filled the hall—so thick it felt like the air itself had frozen.
Then the Supreme Elder slowly straightened his back.
His expression had returned to calm… but it was the kind of calm that came before a storm.
"Stand up," he said coldly.
The middle-aged man hesitated, then rose to his feet.
"You said… every sect has been searched?"
"Yes, Supreme Elder. We checked all major forces—Hidden Flame Sect, Iron Edge Sect, and every affiliated region. No trace of your sons was found."
The Supreme Elder closed his eyes.
For a brief moment, something flickered across his face—something not anger… but fear.
Then it disappeared.
"…Continue the investigation," he said slowly.
"But this time… don't search like before."
The man frowned.
"Then how should we search?"
The Supreme Elder opened his eyes.
A terrifying pressure filled the room instantly.
"Search as if they are already dead."
The entire hall went silent.
Even the servants outside stopped moving.
The middle-aged man swallowed hard.
"As you command…"
Just then—
A distant tremor echoed through the palace.
Not loud… but deep.
Like something massive had shifted far beyond the walls of the continent.
The Supreme Elder's eyes narrowed instantly.
"…That direction."
The middle-aged man rushed outside again. His steps were faster this time—urgent, almost panicked.
The corridors stretched endlessly as he sprinted forward, passing rows of bowing servants who felt the pressure in the air but did not understand it.
Every step forward made the sensation stronger.
A suffocating presence… like something looking back at them from beyond reality itself.
Inside the hall, the Supreme Elder remained still.
But his voice followed, low and sharp:
"If this is a threat…"
"…then show me its name."
The vortex expanded violently, turning deep blue as space itself seemed to distort.
Then—
A fragment of void drifted out.
It was shaped like a broken scroll.
Around it floated several luminous spheres, each orbiting slowly as if bound by unseen laws.
Mingyin's pupils contracted.
His breathing slowed.
"This… isn't Soul Energy Path…"