Befriending a divine beast was not as easy as offering a fruit and a few kind words. Even with its low intelligence, the baby Qilin, Xiao Huo, retained an instinctive pride, a remnant of its ancient bloodline.
Lin Feng spent several hours each day nurturing that fragile bond. He fed it flame-infused fruits, wrapped it in a cocoon of his Demonic Heart Flame to warm it during sleep, and even practiced basic beast-taming mantras around it, allowing a subtle resonance between his soul and the Qilin's heart to form.
Xiao Huo responded with innocence and delight, curling beside him when they rested and nuzzling against his chest when frightened. Its fear of Chu Xiao had cemented its loyalty, but its affection grew because of the little moments. When the Qilin finally licked Lin Feng's palm and climbed into his lap unbidden.
Satisfied, Lin Feng waited until the little beast curled up in slumber, its breathing soft and rhythmic. Then, with a careful gesture, he summoned a black and silver talisman-etched bag.
It was a Beast Storage Bag, a mid-tier spatial treasure capable of housing living creatures safely in stasis. A rare item for most cultivators, but trivial to him.
"Rest well, Xiao Huo," he whispered, brushing the beast's fur one last time.
The Qilin vanished into a warm, suspended realm inside the bag.
Lin Feng stood, the moonlight washing over him as he stared at the broken house—the last remnants of Chu Xiao's pitiful rise and fall. Then, without hesitation, he raised his hand.
From his spatial ring, a long, slender boat with dragon motifs emerged, hovering in the air.
The World Piercing Boat.
Crafted by combining Void Crystal, Nine Heavens Goldwood, and space-attributed Divine Beast marrow, this boat was a relic of his clan—capable of cutting through world barriers and drifting across realms.
In the vast cultivation cosmos, worlds were like bubbles within an endless void. Some were weak and isolated, like the one Lin Feng had just left—the Eastern Vein Realm. In that world, Soul Foundation was the pinnacle, the apex of all known cultivation.
But that was only a fragment of the truth.
There were countless worlds—Demon Worlds, Beast Realms, Elemental Domains, and the mighty Human Worlds. Each varied in strength, resources, and hierarchy. Among them, the Saint Human World stood as one of the power centers—rich in spirit veins, ancient inheritances, and fearsome sects that could suppress entire lesser realms with a flick of their hand.
In the Saint Human World, Soul Foundation Realm cultivators were mere outer sext elders. Only those in the Spirit core Realm and above could enter a super sect's inner court elders. And only Lord Realm warriors could be considered elite.
Lin Feng's lips curled faintly. "Time to go home."
He stepped onto the World Piercing Boat. With a hum, ancient runes activated, and a spatial gate tore open in front of the bow. The boat surged forward and vanished into the void.
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Hours passed. Stars drifted past like ghostly sparks. Void beasts flitted in the distance, snarling at the protective light of the boat before scurrying away. Lin Feng sat cross-legged in the boat's meditation chamber, wrapped in silence.
As the void folded around him, fragments of memories—long sealed by fate and reborn through blood—floated to the surface.
He was not just some random talent blessed by a lucky encounter.
He was Lin Feng, the only son of the Lin Clan Leader, heir to one of the Three Supreme Sects of the Saint Human World: the Ancient Lin Clan.
Born under the Divine Sun Star, nurtured by Primordial Qi within his mother's womb, he was marked for greatness. At birth, three divine beasts circled above his cradle—one of flame, one of storm, and one of blood.
The clan's Seer had knelt in shock that day.
> "This child… will either be a calamity… or the Sovereign of Realms."
He remembered it now.
At eleven, his Divine Body showed signs of fusing both God and Demon Meridians, something forbidden by the Laws of Balance that maintained fate among protagonists and side characters. The world trembled.
He also remembered something else—someone.
A girl with eyes like frozen stars and a spirit as sharp as a celestial blade.
Su Qingyue.
The youngest princess of the Great Su Dynasty, a sovereign empire that stood shoulder to shoulder with the Saint Human World's super sects. Her beauty was known to shift the tides of political alliances; it was said kingdoms had fallen for a glimpse of her face. The emperor, her father, had three children—one prince, two daughters—and among them, Su Qingyue had always been the most talented and mysterious.
Their betrothal was arranged when Lin Feng was ten, a move by both families to unite the peak bloodlines of empire and sect. They had met only a few times, the last being five years ago, but she had left an impression even then—cold, brilliant, untouchable.
Lately, whispers had reached him through hidden channels: that she had reached the level of beauty when she can destroy a country with one look, that her suitors included heirs of dragon clans and divine temples, and that she had never accepted a single one.
A small smirk touched Lin Feng's lips.
> "I wonder what expression she'll wear when she sees me again… not as a broken heir, but as a returning sovereign."
Now, with the God and Demon Divine Body reawakened, the Demonic Heart Flame sealed in his core, and Xiao Huo, the last living legacy of the Chu Clan, by his side…
He was ready.
To return to the Saint Human World.
To take his rightful place.
The void trembled. The boat pierced through one last barrier—and in a flash of divine light, Lin Feng stepped once more into the world of saints, emperors, and monsters.
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A vibrant sun hung high over the jade cliffs of the Saint Human World. Mountains floated in the sky, rivers ran with spiritual liquid instead of water, and massive palaces rested upon cloud layers reinforced by array formations.
As the boat descended over a wide valley, a booming voice rang through the sky.
"Who dares activate Lin Clan void coordinates?!"
In an instant, dozens of sword beams slashed toward the ship. Lin Feng raised one hand, revealing his identity token.
The swords froze mid-air.
A gasp echoed across the valley as figures in gold and white armor fell to one knee.
"Y-Young Master Lin…?!"
"Inform the Patriarch. The Heir has returned!"
Lin Feng disembarked, his black robes billowing in the wind, crimson flame patterns glowing faintly at his collar. His gaze scanned the land that once cradled him—and tried to bury him.
"I'm back," he muttered, placing his hand gently on the beast bag where Xiao Huo slept. "And I've only just begun."
From the cliffs above, a powerful pressure descended—a man with sharp features, long silver hair, and eyes like burning galaxies.
And above them, unseen by all, the stars shivered—because destiny had just taken a new shape.