"Greetings, Master!"

In the blessed land of Sumeru, above the heavens, within the celestial palace, a vigorous young man respectfully bowed to the figure seated at the head of the table, shrouded in a hazy celestial light.

"In ten years, you have found no rivals in my blessed land, and you have even suppressed the Void Remnant Clan that I specially arranged for you. Not bad!"

Feng Bingwen looked at the respectful young man below him and spoke in a calm tone.

Although he appeared extremely calm, his inner emotions were not as they seemed. His face, which was shrouded in celestial light, revealed a hint of reminiscence, and the image of the boy reflected in his eyes had a sense of being from another world.

He remembered what the young man looked like when he first met him, before he was reincarnated. Back then, that supreme being was so powerful that he could suppress the eight wastelands and destroy the clouds in all directions. What a magnificent aura he had!

Now that he has been reincarnated, everything from his past life has been hidden. He is now just a respectful young man in front of him, obediently waiting for his guidance and arrangements.

"I have only come from Master's blessed land. Now that I have entered this real world, I am nothing!"

The boy knew clearly what he had experienced before; in his eyes, he had only just stepped out of the trial grounds arranged by his master.

Although he had been tested by blood and fire, his master was watching over him from above the whole time, so there was no way he would be in any danger.

"You remain calm and composed, which shows that all my painstaking arrangements have not been in vain. Therefore, I will arrange for you to leave the mountain and travel throughout the nine continents of the world!"

"I will obey your orders, Master!"

Upon hearing the immortal's words, the boy's eyes shone brightly. Even with his calm nature, anticipation and excitement couldn't help but show in his eyes. He could finally see the true vastness of the world.

"I have no further instructions for you. Just do as you please. However, there is one karmic debt that you must settle on your own!"

Feng Bingwen made no special arrangements for these reincarnations of powerful beings. He only needed to ensure that no accidents occurred during their journey. In the process, he would try his best to satisfy whatever they wanted to do.

"Please enlighten me, Master!"

The boy looked slightly puzzled upon hearing this.

"You possess a seven-aperture exquisite heart, which belongs to the innate saints of the human race. This is not yours. On your journey, entangled in cause and effect, you will encounter the innate saint whose heart you stole. At that time, you will need to return the heart in your chest!"

Feng Bingwen explained the cause and effect of what happened back then to the reincarnated deity before him.

"Does my heart not belong to myself?"

Upon suddenly hearing such news, even with the young man's temper honed by hardship, he couldn't help but feel somewhat bewildered. He hadn't expected that such a dark and bloody cause and effect was hidden within him.

"But if I lose my heart, wouldn't that mean..."

"Don't you have any confidence in yourself? If you lose your heart, you can just grow another one. Are you worried that when you meet that innate sage again, you won't be able to cultivate to that level of martial arts?"

Feng Bingwen inquired, "This is naturally the most simple and unadorned method of provocation; it's simple, but extremely effective."

"Please rest assured, Master, if I encounter the innate saint whose heart I stole, I will definitely return it!"

The young man immediately bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, setting a goal for himself: to cultivate to the martial arts realm that could regenerate the heart in a very short time.

"good!"

Seeing that the reincarnated deity before him was willing to agree to settle this karmic debt, Feng Bingwen was overjoyed and nodded in praise. He then personally cast a spell, tearing open the void and sending him to Nanzhanzhou.

He naturally wouldn't interfere with what happened next. This reincarnated deity was said to have completely severed ties with his past life, but he would still have some luck on him. If he were to perish so easily, it would truly become a joke.

"This disciple should be less troublesome than my eldest disciple!"

After calming the ripples left by the opening of the void, Feng Bingwen stood up, took a step forward, and entered his blessed land.

A thousand mountains vie in beauty, ten thousand waters compete in wonder, celestial clouds fill the sky, auspicious energy surges, lucky clouds drift, and purple mist rises. This is a true blessed land of immortals, where boundless celestial light shines. Even mortals who fall into this land, without the ability to cultivate, can live for eight hundred years.

This celestial land, with its divine beauty, under the will of its ruler, ultimately gathered on an inconspicuous green mountain, transforming into nourishment for a celestial vine no more than three feet tall.

"Ten years have passed, and after all the effort and dedication, you've only grown this little bit!"

Feng Bingwen stood on the green peak, looking down at the swaying starlight and the climbing vines shrouded in chaotic energy. His eyes held a mixture of helplessness and boundless expectation.

Whew~

A gentle breeze blew by, and the three-foot-long vines planted on the mountaintop swayed in the wind, as if asking Feng Bingwen for something.

"Show some courage!"

Seeing this, Feng Bingwen casually waved his hand, and specks of golden light appeared between his fingers, sprinkling onto the vines. This made the vines even greener, and as they swayed in the wind, the chaotic energy between the branches and leaves became even thicker.

However, upon seeing this scene, Feng Bingwen showed no joy whatsoever, because he had witnessed similar scenes countless times over the past ten years and was no longer surprised by them.

After experimenting with various types of sacred soil and even finding all kinds of true water, Feng Bingwen finally discovered that his own blood was the best for nourishing this immortal vine.

Having discovered this, Feng Bingwen didn't waste any more time. Every few days, he would visit the blessed land to nourish the innate spiritual root with his own blood, accelerating its growth and hoping that it could soon exert its miraculous effect of connecting the two worlds.

After the routine watering, Feng Bingwen carefully examined it. Although various extraordinary phenomena appeared on it, it ultimately did not show the effect he expected. In the end, Feng Bingwen could only retreat helplessly and continue to wait patiently.

Another ten years passed. Feng Bingwen sat upright on the ground and never went out into the outside world again. He would only occasionally send out a avatar to visit his blood relatives.

He had also heard about the deeds of his two disciples, both of whom were now renowned throughout the Nine Continents of the Human Race.

They were indeed extremely mediocre at the beginning, but mediocrity at the start does not mean that they will remain mediocre for life. The eldest disciple accumulated knowledge and skills and, through step-by-step cultivation, transformed into a unique immortal body.

The second disciple was also skilled in martial arts. Through endless training, he drew upon the celestial and terrestrial energy, and forged an unparalleled physique capable of fighting against true dragons and phoenixes.

Feng Bingwen remained unmoved by the achievements of his two disciples, as he was not surprised by the result. Even if their true spirits were obscured, or even if only a small remnant remained, it was enough for them to reveal their true extraordinary nature under the tempering of time.

His attention eventually returned to the climbing vine he had planted, which had now grown to six feet tall. After reaching such a size, this innate spiritual root finally displayed the miraculous power that Feng Bingwen had long anticipated.

Even though it was a tiny vine, no bigger than an ordinary person's wrist, a bright red, tender leaf at its tip pierced through Feng Bingwen's blessed land, with a small portion of the leaf probing into the void and drawing in the turbulent currents of the void.

After reaching this stage of growth, Feng Bingwen discovered that this innate spiritual root no longer needed his blood as nourishment. It could actively draw the growth substances it needed from the void, which made its growth process much faster.

Ten years passed in this way. On this day, an inexplicable fluctuation swept across Feng Bingwen's blessed land, which startled Feng Bingwen, who was sitting in the Sumeru Blessed Land. He instantly returned to the blessed land and stared at the source of the disturbance—a thick vine that had grown to be more than ten feet tall.