On Mount Xuanyuan, Luo Fan awoke from his deep slumber, greeted by a simple blue interface before him.

[Host has acquired invincible, boundless power — power that reigns above all realms and forms.]

[Whatever the Host's heart desires shall be fulfilled by the system.]

[System and Host sync: 100% complete.]

[New Identity: Young Master of the Luo Clan]

Though his heart raced with excitement, his face remained impassive as he tried to digest this news.

Just then, a soft, gentle female voice reverberated in his mind.

"Hello, Master Luo Fan. From now on, call me Xiao Yi, your Supreme Invincible System. Whatever you want, Xiao Yi will make it happen."

A slight smile arced at the corner of Luo Fan's lips. Finally, his ordinary life would be filled with meaning and freedom.

Looking around, he could only see endless towering forests and distant mountains.

"It's… so quiet."

In an instant, Luo Fan looked down upon a mighty city: Qingyuan City. He thought of releasing his senses, and in an instant, his sense swept across heaven and earth, taking everything within his grasp.

"Come forth, Elder Ming."

A man with the looks of a youngster emerged from the void, immediately getting down on one knee as he kowtowed to Luo Fan.

"Young Master, what do you command?"

"I remember Elder Ming as a legendary figure in all three realms, a genius, the founder of the Qingyun Sect."

Elder Ming smiled modestly.

"Young Master, I don't deserve such high praise."

Luo Fan nodded, fully aware that, in the past, Elder Ming's pride was unparalleled—but that was until the day he ran into the Luo Clan's servants and was beaten down badly.

"Elder Ming, that one is from the far Lower Realm. To achieve immortality, ascend through countless realms, and reach the Supreme Realm… indeed, you are exceptional."

Pride sparkled in Ming's eyes; being acknowledged by the Young Master was an honor beyond words.

"Then shall we go to the Qingyun Sect?" Luo Fan suggested.

At the Qingyun Sect - Palace of the Sect Leader

Just as the Sect Leader emerged from closed doors, a rich aura burst forth as great energy whirled around the palace grounds. Suddenly, streaks filled the sky, and elders landed before the palace, their faces filled with reverence, awe, and admiration.

"Sect Master, hurray for your breakthrough!" one after another called out in respect.

The Sect Leader's eyes shone with excitement.

"No—what I feel is even more. The Founder's aura… I feel it, as if from our bloodline."

The elders exchanged wide-eyed glances.

"Could that be the Legendary Ming Tian?"

"Sect Master… are you saying Ming Tian, who ascended three million years ago?"

The Sect Leader became excited. The Founder's return meant the Qingyun Sect could return to its former glory.

Beyond space and time, Luo Fan watched the scene unfold; Elder Ming stood steadfastly beside him.

"They do appear quite anxious to see their ancestor," Luo Fan mentioned with a hint of mirth.

"Elder Ming, how does it feel to you?"

Ming felt an urge to return to his sect but knew he could not leave his post beside the Young Master.

With a wave of his hand, Luo Fan tore through the sky, releasing unbelievable energy. Two figures materialized above the sect, floating gently: Luo Fan, with stark white hair, his demeanor upright and mystifying, and Ming Tian, looking exactly like the statue at the center of the sect.

"The Founder. Ming Tian?" some beneath them stammered.

Slowly, Luo Fan landed—a scene like a god visiting the mundane world.

"You can greet your descendants freely now, Elder Ming."

Ming Tian greeted Luo Fan with a deep bow. The sect elders, initially vigilant, were even more baffled. Among them, some female elders blushed at the elegance of Luo Fan: his white hair, red eyes, and the godlike aura under his lavish robes.

"Are you all my descendants?" Ming Tian's gaze swept powerfully over them.

Instantly, the Sect Master dropped to his knees, followed by the rustling sound of the other elders doing the same.

"I am the 999th Sect Leader of Qingyun Sect, privileged to meet our Ancestor, the legendary Ming Tian."

Ming's eyes locked onto the Sect Leader, assessing the latter's foundation. Though strong, it was nowhere near his own level at his prime—a fact that left him slightly disappointed. With Luo Fan there, Ming could not help but feel concern that his descendants might be seen as unworthy.

Luo Fan understood Ming's inner frustration. Ming, devoted to him, was afraid Luo Fan would look down upon him and the sect.

"Elder Ming…" Luo Fan suddenly spoke, bringing Ming back from his brooding.

Inside the Sect Leader's Palace

Luo Fan sat on the throne, with Ming Tian respectfully by his side.

"I've told you, you don't need to stand here with me. Go and speak with your descendants."

"If that is your wish, Young Master…"

The sect elders turned pale with shock. Young Master? Who was this mysterious figure that their legendary Founder addressed so humbly?

Just then, Ming Tian knelt, kowtowing to Luo Fan.

"Old slave humbly thanks the Young Master for showing mercy to this unworthy servant."

A shockwave spread through the room. Old slave? This unparalleled genius of their bloodline—a slave to this… otherworldly young man?

As they grappled with this revelation, Luo Fan vanished, only to reappear in the sect's arena. Amid a deafening explosion.

"I, Ming Xuan, challenge Ling Chen to a duel!" A powerful voice rumbled across the arena, his strength evident.

"If Senior Brother Ming Xuan challenges me, then I, Junior Brother, accept!"

Cheers erupted everywhere, as if this battle was a clash of giants—a fated duel.

Luo Fan watched with a slightly amused expression. Though he hadn't planned on exposing his identity, the notion of teasing those below him was thrilling.

Without hesitation, Luo Fan sat on the Supreme Elder's seat, an aura of dominance emanating from him. All pairs of eyes stared in awe. Within the entire hall, only the highest-ranking elders had the privilege to sit there—yet here was this mysterious young man, claiming it with silent authority.

For years, even prodigious talents like Ming Xuan and Ling Chen would not have dared to occupy that sacred place. Yet before them now stood an unknown, strikingly handsome figure, his composure unshakeable. Many young female disciples blushed at his ethereal beauty, while many of the men looked on as if witnessing an ancient legend.

Luo Fan lightly waved his hand.

"Why drag things out? Don't you start duel?"

A male disciple with only mediocre talent and side character managed to speak up.

"Wh… who are you, taking the Sect Leader's seat? What right do you have, asking us questions?"

A gentle smile spread across Luo Fan's face before an unfathomable pressure descended upon the hall, rendering everyone immobile. Even the usually unstoppable Ming Xuan and Ling Chen couldn't move a muscle. Under Luo Fan's gaze, it felt as though their very souls were crushed under the weight of his presence. Some disciples fainted from the sheer force.

The hall was almost reverently silent—for all knew they faced a power unlike anything they had ever encountered.

In the eyes of many, Luo Fan has ascended to the status of a Demon God, gazing down upon the world with unshakable authority.

"I don't tolerate those without manners..."

Then, as if nothing had ever occurred, all the crushing pressure vanished in an instant. Luo Fan looked upon them with a serene smile.

At that moment, Ming Tian entered, accompanied by the Sect Leader and all the Elders, who immediately knelt before Luo Fan, creating a scene of shock and awe for all the disciples present.

"Young Master Luo, we have arranged a banquet in your honor. Would you care to join us now?"

The Sect Leader cast a sidelong glance at Ling Chen, then shifted his gaze to Ming Xuan, a hint of lethal intent flickering in his eyes, sending a chill through those who saw it. Unease stirred among them as they wondered what was unfolding