Douluo Continent, northern Star Luo Empire, Silver River City.
Silver River City is a major city in the northern part of the Star Luo Empire. Due to its flat terrain, mild climate, and abundant rainfall, it possesses unique advantages for medicinal cultivation, making it a vital supply hub for medicine in the north of Star Luo.
On the Douluo Continent, there are two great empires, or perhaps they could be called two alliances. Within these two empires, vast territories were enfeoffed to vassals, and there are countless nobles who possess their own armed forces.
One of these two empires is the Star Luo Empire, where Silver River City is located, and the other is the Heaven Dou Empire to the north of Star Luo.
Silver River City is less than eight hundred li away from the Heaven Dou Empire, making it the closest city in the Star Luo Empire to the Heaven Dou Empire.
The sky was just beginning to brighten, with a faint, fish-belly white rising in the distant east.
Located in a quiet courtyard within the Residence of the Breaking Clan in the east of the city. Entering the courtyard, it is not particularly luxurious; on the contrary, it is quiet and simple. The courtyard is paved with bluestone, and the layout inside is elegant and natural, with flower beds, lawns, and a medicinal garden arranged in an orderly fashion, giving one a sense of harmony and comfort. The architectural style of the courtyard is simple and natural, mostly using raw wood and stone, appearing rustic and tranquil.
One could see a thin, small figure in the courtyard practicing spear techniques with a miniature spear. It was a little boy who looked to be five or six years old, possessing a pair of bright, spirited eyes, heroic eyebrows, and a high bridge of the nose that made him unforgettable at first glance.
"Swish~"
"Shoo~"
"Whoosh~"
The spear danced, the tip like a dragon, creating arcs of light as it moved, resembling a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss, incomparably fierce. The dancing spear shadows were like poetry and painting, revealing a sense of steadiness amidst their agility, exuding an unparalleled charm. If one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, it would be hard to imagine such masterful spear techniques coming from the hands of a child.
"Hoo~~~"
After finishing the set of spear techniques, the boy let out a breath of stale air, a white stream of air spitting from his mouth like a silk ribbon. He put down the spear, picked up a towel from the side to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the dim sky. There was something he had to do today, not just because of its necessity, but also to uncover the truth of what happened back then.
The youth was none other than Yun Ming, the grandson of the Breaking Clan leader, Yang Wudi, and also the Yun Ming who, twenty thousand years later, would become the Sea God Pavilion Master of Shrek Academy.
However, although Yun Ming had returned to twenty thousand years ago and was reborn, his memories had encountered problems. He still possessed the behavioral habits, personality, and physical instincts of his past life, but his memories from that life had not yet recovered. Of course, that was only for now!
The memories currently remaining in his mind were all from this life.
Today is very special; it is Yun Ming's sixth birthday, and also the Memorial Day of the clan!
It is a day to commemorate the clansmen who died at the hands of the Martial Soul Hall because of the Clear Sky Sect, and to commemorate Yun Ming's deceased parents and uncle. Because of the special nature of this date, Yun Ming had never celebrated his birthday.
Watching the sky and organizing his thoughts, Yun Ming returned to his room to wash up and prepare to participate in the upcoming Ritual.
Perhaps sensing the sorrowful atmosphere of the Yang Family, the weather today was not good. Thick clouds filled the sky, overcast and gloomy, making the entire world appear somber.
Just as Yun Ming finished washing and stepped out of his room wearing white mourning clothes, he saw an old man waiting in the courtyard.
The old man was thin and tall, with a well-proportioned build, black hair, and a ruddy complexion. However, his expression was somewhat gloomy, and his sharp, vulture-like eyes gave off a chilling feeling, appearing cold and indifferent. This person was none other than the current leader of the Breaking Clan, Yun Ming's grandfather, Yang Wudi.
Seeing that his grandson was ready, Yang Wudi's expression didn't change, remaining cold as he directly called out to Yun Ming.
"Let's go, it's about to start!"
Seeing this, Yun Ming didn't say much, only stepping forward to take Yang Wudi's hand. Yang Wudi's mood was always particularly bad during these days every year. Yun Ming knew the reason and was used to it; all he could do was let his grandfather feel his presence so that his grandfather wouldn't be so sad.
Seeing his grandson take the initiative to hold his hand, although there was no change on his face, the coldness in the depths of Yang Wudi's eyes quietly receded. He also gripped Yun Ming's hand tightly, and together they walked toward the Ancestral Hall of the clan.
When the grandfather and grandson arrived at the Ancestral Hall, the other members of the clan had basically all gathered. There weren't many of them, about four hundred people. Seeing the two arrive, they stepped forward to greet them.
"Clan Leader!"
"Clan Leader!"
"Clan Leader!"
Yang Wudi nodded in response, leading Yun Ming through the crowd to the front of the Ancestral Hall, before the sacrificial table laden with various offerings.
Looking at the spirit tablets behind the sacrificial table inscribed with his parents' names, Yun Ming tried his best to keep his small face calm, but his eyes carried a silent sorrow, quiet and poignant.
Watching the sorrowful expression revealed by Yun Ming, who had been clever, sensible, and strong since he was young, Yang Wudi felt as if his heart were being torn apart. But after the heartache came a bone-deep hatred, as if endless flames were burning in his chest, to the point that he couldn't even suppress his own killing intent.
Feeling the tyrannical killing intent on Yang Wudi, everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, trembling in fear. Yun Ming was also affected by this killing intent; temporarily shaking off his sorrow, he spoke up to remind his grandfather, Yang Wudi.
"Grandfather, it's time to start the Ritual!"
Hearing Yun Ming's reminder, Yang Wudi snapped back to reality. Seeing the panicked and uneasy clansmen around him, he withdrew his killing intent and spoke to the clansman in charge of the Ritual.
"Begin!"
Seeing the Clan Leader withdraw his killing intent, the clansmen in the Ancestral Hall relaxed, unable to help but marvel at the Clan Leader's power.
The clansman holding the Ritual, seeing the Clan Leader give the order, stepped forward quickly to begin the ceremony.
"The Ritual begins!"
"Play the music!"
Following the music, the firing of cannons, the beating of drums, the ringing of bells, and the completion of various sacrificial rites, the process reached the incense-offering stage.
After Yang Wudi finished offering incense, Yun Ming stepped forward to take the incense sticks handed to him by Yang Wudi. Looking at the spirit tablets of his parents and clansmen, he promised firmly in his youthful voice.
"Father, Mother, Uncle, and clansmen!"
"Yun Ming hereby takes an oath!"
"I will definitely make the Clear Sky Sect pay the price for their betrayal back then."
"I will also settle the grievances between the Breaking Clan and the Martial Soul Hall."
"I will give the clansmen an answer!"
"To the ends of the earth, even to the Yellow Springs!"
"I swear it!"
"Never-ending! Never-dying!!!"
Yun Ming's attitude toward Martial Soul Hall was somewhat ambiguous; he felt a bit lost because he knew too little about the events of the past. Based on what he currently understood, it was not enough for him to make a final decision.
Objectively speaking, Martial Soul Hall had indeed killed many members of the Breaking Clan back then, but the Breaking Clan had also killed plenty of people from Martial Soul Hall! The clashes between the two sides were more a matter of conflicting stances. Ever since the news of the Breaking Clan withdrawing from the Clear Sky Sect was announced to the continent, Martial Soul Hall had not bothered the Breaking Clan for several years. This was a muddled account, and given the current state of the Breaking Clan, they could not afford to get involved again.
From the perspective of righteousness and justice, although Yun Ming did not like Martial Soul Hall, he still acknowledged the contributions and importance of Martial Soul Hall to the Soul Master World over the years. Yun Ming could not overthrow the entire Martial Soul Hall just for the sake of hatred.
From the perspective of personal vendetta, Yun Ming only knew that his parents had died because of that incident, but he did not even know who to take revenge on. Whether it was Bibi Dong or someone specific, and whether that person was dead or alive, Yun Ming had no idea.
Yang Wudi and the other members of the Breaking Clan in the Ancestral Hall were stunned by Yun Ming's words and his aura. They felt a momentum erupt from Yun Ming that shook the world—an aura of "I am invincible"—which made everyone feel a trembling from the depths of their souls. This sensation was even more profound and unforgettable than when Yang Wudi had released his killing intent earlier.
This left Yang Wudi and the few remaining elders of the clan in a trance. It was the second time! This was the second time they had seen someone possess such an absolutely invincible aura; the last time had been with the Old Sect Master Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect.
For a moment, those elders were moved to tears, their bodies trembling slightly. If the occasion hadn't been so solemn, they would have surely knelt down and cheered with joy, believing that the gods were looking upon them with favor, having sent a son of hope to their Breaking Clan!
The decisiveness in Yun Ming's tone, the firmness of his will, and the magnificence of his aura made everyone involuntarily trust him, believing that the child before them would surely fulfill his oath in the future.
Looking at Yun Ming's face, which bore a striking resemblance to his daughter's, Yang Wudi's eyes also welled up with tears of joy. He was happy for the innate aura of a powerhouse that Yun Ming possessed, happy that his daughter and son-in-law had such a fine son, happy that he had such a fine grandson, and happy that he had not failed his daughter's dying wish to raise her son into a real man. But after the joy, Yang Wudi also understood the intention behind Yun Ming's actions; as the joy faded, a sense of worry welled up in his heart.
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