"Thank you, Uncle Thirteen!"

A newlywed couple held a love knot and thanked Taihao Wenxing, unaware that their purpose was enough to overthrow the entire Fuxi clan.

For the Fuxi clan, which has a history spanning thousands of years, the ancestral artifacts are like the legs of a tripod; the loss of any one of them could cause the tripod, which represents the clan, to topple.

Jiang Yuan remained silent throughout the journey, while Mi Tan'er chatted with Taihao Wenxing about their childhood memories, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.

"Alright, I will open the ancestral hall for you. After you enter, leave your own love knot. This signifies that the Fuxi clan has acknowledged Jiang Yuan. From now on, we will be a family of different genders." Taihao Wenxing's evaluation of Jiang Yuan was far higher than that of others. He was a genius standing at the pinnacle of the era. Although he did not join the Fuxi clan, it was already a blessing for the Fuxi clan that he could stay because of Mi Tan'er.

"Thank you for your blessings, Uncle Thirteen."

Mi Tan'er bowed with remorse, then said to Jiang Yuan, "Let's go!"

"good!"

Jiang Yuan had no choice. The pilgrimage would begin in two days, and once it started, he would have to head straight for the source. He would no longer have the chance to get the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Mirror. Since Mi Tan'er had made a deal with him, he would not refuse.

Upon entering the ancestral hall, Jiang Yuan was amazed by its grandeur. The magnificent architecture, with its soaring pavilions and layered terraces, transformed the ancestral hall into a colossal palace. Only a large clan with a history spanning thousands of years could possess such a scale.

"Jiang Yuan, how confident are you in passing this tribulation?" Mi Tan'er subconsciously gripped Jiang Yuan's hand, their fingers intertwined, looking like a real couple.

But both of them knew that it was all an illusion.

"Less than 10%!" Jiang Yuan said honestly. This was a calamity from the Heavenly Dao, which should have meant certain death, but he wanted to gamble on that sliver of hope.

"With the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Mirror, how confident are we?"

Jiang Yuan replied without hesitation, "Twenty percent!"

“Actually, there is a kind of pill in the clan that can keep your cultivation level in the Heavenly Spirit Realm forever,” Mi Tan’er asked tentatively.

"Being unable to break through is no different from death!"

Jiang Yuan knew full well what he was carrying; once he fell from his pedestal, his fate would be no better than death.

"That's true. The fact that you chose to fight to the death rather than escape in the South City proves that you're not the kind of person who's willing to live a life of ignominy."

As soon as Mi Tan'er spoke, Jiang Yuan's eyes turned cold. He hadn't expected that Mi Tan'er had already guessed his identity.

"I was young and ignorant before, I'm sorry," Mi Tan'er apologized.

Jiang Yuan was quite surprised, but since Mi Tan'er didn't expose his intention, he didn't need to pursue it. He just joked, "It seems that women are right when they say they are forever eighteen. You haven't matured much yet, otherwise who would be thinking of enslaving others as soon as they meet?"

Mi Tan'er chuckled and said, "I'm really stupid, I've fallen for the same person twice in a row."

"On another level, you have excellent taste as always, otherwise you wouldn't have chosen me twice!" Jiang Yuan said playfully.

"Yes, your taste is as good as ever."

As Mi Tan'er spoke, she began to smile, and without anyone else watching, she became more at ease.

"Don't worry, if I survive, I will return it to you." Jiang Yuan solemnly promised. He wasn't greedy for a divine emperor artifact; he simply needed it.

"We're here, let's go hang the love knot!"

The two walked side by side up the long staircase. As a direct descendant, Mi Tan'er would naturally hang the love knot in the main ancestral hall.

Stepping into the ancestral hall, Jiang Yuan felt a tremor in his body, a pulsation from his true self.

“Mi Tan’er, the 97th generation direct descendant of Fuxi, has come to the ancestral hall with her husband Jiang Yuan to pay homage to our ancestors, hoping to receive their blessings and that they will bless us to be forever united.”

Mi Tan'er knelt on the prayer mat, while Jiang Yuan remained standing. Mi Tan'er did not force him. After reciting the eulogy, she pulled the love knot. Only then did Jiang Yuan, who was on the other end of the love knot, come to his senses and follow her to hang the love knot.

The love knot hung on the wooden frame of the maternal lineage on the right side of the Fuxi clan. Looking at the glaring red, Mi Tan'er took a deep breath and walked to the Fuxi clan's memorial tablet in the center, and then knelt down with a thud.

"Ancestors, please forgive your unfilial behavior."

With three heavy heads, Mi Tan'er took out a replica of the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Mirror that she had made long ago, and then began to retrieve the real Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Mirror from the space where the Divine Emperor's magical artifacts were stored.

Because the ancestral hall contains the tablet of the human emperor, the theft of the ancestral artifact would not be discovered due to the shared lineage and origin. In addition, she had come into contact with the Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror several times, so the counterfeit Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror was convincing enough to pass for the real thing.

With a whoosh, the Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror was removed, and instantly the entire ancestral hall was filled with powerful energy—a power surpassing that of a demigod.

"Walk!"