In stark contrast, just half a meter outside the iron gate, the classical murals are exquisite and beautiful, and the porcelain-white floor is as clear as jade, like a small patch of bird droppings on a piece of white tofu.

"This is the place Han Tun mentioned earlier..." Huo Yang's pupils contracted.

There are about two or three minutes left until 12 o'clock.

At the other end of the corridor, under the dim light, several long, flat shadows stretched out from a distance. One of the shadows struggled and twisted wildly, like a ridiculous monster dancing madly.

"I was wrong... I realize my mistake... Put me down, I don't want to die!" A familiar, crying voice came from the other side. Han Tun was being carried here by several people, almost being lifted up.

Behind the chubby boy followed a group of elderly members of the Han family, dressed in luxurious clothes. Behind the elders were a group of the core members of the Han family, who were the middle and upper management of the entire Han family and the core of this powerful family's strength.

"Han Tun!" Huo Yang shouted, trying to rush over, but was grabbed by the arms and legs by several silver warriors.

He couldn't struggle at all; with his hands controlled, he couldn't even cast spells.

"Brother Yang... Huo Yang." Han Tun turned his head and forced a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Why did you still come?"

"I..." Huo Yang wanted to curse him. How could I, as a friend, watch you die?

But before he could utter a single curse word, he was stopped.

As Han Tun struggled, he suddenly froze and reached out to wipe the tears and sweat from his face. During this process, the guards supporting him did not stop him.

The chubby boy stared intently at Huo Yang, his face bearing an expression he had never seen before.

He couldn't help but rub his eyes repeatedly, and finally asked in confusion, "Why am I seeing so many of you? Brother Yang, I'm seeing so many of you."

"One, two, three... Some of you rushed up to save me, some were grieving, some were encouraging me, and some were shouting about some irreversible fate... Why do I see so many of you?"

Han Tun's expression was distorted with confusion: "So many versions of you, all of them are the real you, but none of them are the current you..."

As he stared, countless overlapping images of Huo Yang seemed to appear in his eyes. Finally, he suddenly realized, "I understand! Haha, I understand!"

He then started swearing: "Let me down! I'll go in myself!"

His guards looked at the clan leader, who nodded.

The guard released his grip, and Han Tun, who had been put down, rushed straight towards the iron gate. The rotten iron gate was smashed open, and the chubby figure rushed into the darkness.

No echo came from within the iron gate for a long time, as if it were connected to an eternal void.

"Let me go!" Huo Yang roared, and the silver warriors released their grip, allowing him to plunge into the darkness.

"Thump!"

The boy saw stars.

He rubbed his forehead, staggered to his feet, and looked around.

The space behind the iron gate was smaller than I imagined, only three or four meters long and wide.

Huo Yang casually drew a flame rune, which filled the entire room.

The room was completely empty; there was no one else there except him!

"Where are you? Fatty, answer me!" Huo Yang roared.

In the confined space, his voice was amplified several times, but no matter how he called out, there was no response.

"Where is he?!" he roared at the iron gate.

A middle-aged man appeared at the door; he was Han Shang, the current head of the Han family.

When Han Shang looked at Huo Yang, he didn't look down on him like he used to look at other juniors, nor did he show any kindness or concern.

That was a very complex expression.

"Where is he?" Huo Yang asked again.

This young boy is not afraid of any powerful family; all he wants now is to get his friends back.

"The First Ancestor should be in... the distant past."

The middle-aged man answered in this way.

The First Ancestor?

The moment those two words were uttered, the space seemed to freeze; everyone's expression remained unchanged, and their bodies stood still.

First Ancestor!

The next moment, it transformed into two giant hammers that struck Huo Yang's soul, causing his mind to go black and him to faint immediately.

But he forced himself to stand, carefully recalling everything from the past.

Hantun...Hanchuan...?

Hantun, who looks very much like the first ancestor.

Ren Huoyang opened the treasure vault and chose the Han family.

The Han family's strict upbringing and high standards of respect for their ancestors, along with the generous treatment afforded to Hantun, all contributed to this family's prosperity.

Han Chuzu was said to possess a pair of eyes that held wisdom that transcended time.

...

It was him; Han Tun was the first ancestor of the Han dynasty.

He didn't just break through that iron gate, but rather the barrier of four hundred years of history!

Some things are destined from the beginning.

"That is destiny, an irreversible destiny!"

He has already returned to four hundred years ago and single-handedly created a prosperous and thriving Han family. How can you stop all of this?

The current head of the family, Han Shang, handed over a letter.

Huo Yang peeled off the 300-year-old stamp on the envelope and took out the magic letter inside.

It was actually just a small note.

"The password to that book is—Mengmeng's debut date."

Mengmeng is one of Huoyang's favorite actresses. She often uploads her own recorded videos of amazing magic scenes to the Dark Shadow World.

Huo Yang knew her debut date by heart.

So he took out the ancient golden magic book, entered the password, and opened it.

As soon as the magic book was opened, a demonic shadow appeared.

Huo Yang's fingers trembled as he clicked play.

Those members of the Han family wisely stepped aside.

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