I Transmigrated As A Three-Year-Old Villain With A Redemption System?! - Chapter 12:

Chapter 12: One Person Becomes an Ancestor

In the plot, Su Yun sealed Emperor Changge and threw him into the Heart of Darkness. That was the deepest place in the universe—the end of time, space, and destiny. Once someone entered, there was no way to escape. Even Su Yun, before his final battle with the protagonist, couldn’t enter it.

But now, Su Changge hadn’t yet become Emperor Changge and hadn’t been sealed. Su Yun merely untied the cord on the embroidered pouch, and that alone counted as unsealing him.

“Untying the knot in one’s heart—why wouldn’t that count as breaking a seal?” Su Yun murmured inwardly.

The next mission was to convince Emperor Changge to join his side. If this happened right before the final battle, Su Yun—already the Demon Lord and enemy of all living beings—would have no chance. Emperor Changge was upright and proud; he’d rather die than join him.

But now… Su Yun was only three years old. He didn’t even have a demonic army or domain!

So he could think in reverse—stand on Su Changge’s side and offer him strategies.

Who said an emperor couldn’t rebel?

Everything became simple after that. With his Dual-Pupils, Su Yun saw that the three scrolls radiated different auras. In the plot, no matter which of the three scrolls Su Changge chose, he would suffer a crushing defeat and be disgraced. The Su family would fall from grace, and Su Yun, unable to cultivate and lacking resources, would be forced into the demonic path, refining humans to strengthen himself.

Meanwhile, the protagonist would exploit the chaos, seizing benefits and growing stronger.

But in this life, Su Yun saw that the fire attack scroll and one ancient book both glowed with Fortune’s pure aura. Choosing those two would change fate.

The Su family would remain safe, and Su Yun would still have access to immense resources.

More importantly, he’d receive a reward.

“Ancestor Blood of the Firmament… what does it do?” Su Yun slipped away from his parents and activated it nearby.

Boom!

He heard a dull, thunderous sound and looked up—but nothing was around.

“A heartbeat?”

He thought he misheard, but a moment later, he heard another low, resounding thud.

“It’s like a heartbeat—but where’s it coming from?”

Su Yun looked around, seeing nothing. Just as he grew more puzzled, his eyes widened.

“It’s the rhythm of the world!”

Boom!

As if to confirm his realization, that deep, heavy sound echoed again, crystal clear.

He understood now—that was the heartbeat of the world, coming from the entire Heavenly Origin Realm.

“So that’s it. My essence has evolved!”

Su Yun was shocked. “Did I become an Ancestor?”

That was the meaning of the Ancestor Blood of the Firmament.

It elevated a living being’s essence to the highest level.

In ancient times, the ancestors of all species held dominion over the Dao. Each one was immensely powerful, capable of creating and destroying worlds with ease. They possessed supreme essence.

After those devastating ancient wars, the ancestors were shattered, their bloodlines diluted across generations, creating the living beings of today.

Now, only a minuscule fraction of the Dao remained in any one being.

Cultivation was the process of continuously absorbing Dao laws to refine the self.

But over countless generations, bloodlines grew more impure, essence more chaotic, and the ability to draw from the Dao weaker.

That’s why ancient holy lands and hidden sects—who preserved more ancestral blood—could cultivate so rapidly.

Even some rare ancestral beasts were born with high cultivation realms, evoking envy from all.

And now, the Ancestor Blood of the Firmament had propelled Su Yun’s essence forward by thousands of strides.

He was no longer a regular human. He had become an ancestor all by himself.

Su Yun’s essence was pure and supreme, on par with the world itself.

That was why he could hear the heartbeat of the Heavenly Origin Realm and effortlessly sense the Dao.

If he were older and had offspring, each of his children would be a quasi-ancestor.

They wouldn’t even need to cultivate. Just growing up would lead them to the imperial realm.

It would take dozens or hundreds of generations for the bloodline to dilute.

“Having children… is still a bit early.”

Su Yun shook his head. “I’m only three!”

“But sensing the Dao is pretty nice too.”

He could now clearly see all kinds of Dao flowing around him.

The fake mountains contained the Dao of stone, the fish pond had the Dao of water, the flowers and plants held the Dao of vegetation, and even the wind carried the Dao of air…

With his Dual-Pupils, countless Dao threads passed before his eyes.

Even without focusing, Su Yun would naturally absorb and integrate these laws into himself, strengthening over time.

“Are you leaving soon?” Xi Yaoyue asked, not looking at their son who was off playing.

Su Changge sighed. “Madam, now that we’ve found a way to counter the Northern Abyss Insects, I must return to the outer battlefield immediately. The sooner we train with the Seven Emotions Flame-Extinguishing Formation, the sooner we can reclaim lost ground.”

Xi Yaoyue looked disappointed, but she understood. The outer region held many strongholds of the Great Qian Empire—millions of citizens lived there.

She said softly, “Be careful.”

Su Changge nodded. “Madam, I’ll leave the household to your care.”

He steadied himself, cast away personal feelings, and strode forward.

As he passed Su Yun, Su Changge felt a pang of guilt. “Yun’er just suffered yesterday, and I still can’t stay with him. Once we reclaim our land, I’ll be sure to spend more time at home!”

With his goal firm, he turned into a streak of light and vanished.

Xi Yaoyue watched his departure with sorrow, but when she looked down at Su Yun playing, her mood brightened again.

She thought of those Crimson Moon Flowers—still the most beautiful she had ever seen—and her heart bloomed with joy.

She picked Su Yun up and kissed him loudly. “My Yun’er is the best!”

Su Yun reached out. “Gimme.”

Xi Yaoyue didn’t understand at first but quickly caught on. “Alright, I’ll give it to you, but you must protect it—don’t lose it!”

She placed Minister Li’s Heaven’s Fortune Jade Pendant into Su Yun’s little hand.

She figured he just wanted it as a toy. After all, he had no idea it was worth more than an entire spiritual vein.

But Su Yun tossed it aside like junk. “Don’t want this.”

The jade pendant was excellent, but with the Dao protecting him now, luck was no longer an issue.

Xi Yaoyue was confused. “Then what do you want?”

Su Yun waved his little arms. “Big chopper!”

Hearing that childish voice, Xi Yaoyue didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Now you’re copying Uncle Wang’s nonsense? That’s not something you can play with.”

Su Yun pouted and burst into tears. “I want it!”

He realized that ever since his body shrank, his brain chemistry and hormones had started influencing his thinking—he’d grown used to acting like a real child.

He was curious about everything, full of energy, always sleepy, always hungry, and felt safest with family.

Xi Yaoyue firmly shook her head. “No, it’s too dangerous.”

That sword had been used by General Wang on the battlefield, soaked in blood and haunted by spirits. It warded off evil but could also suppress the soul.

Anyone without strong yang energy would faint just by approaching it.

Su Yun was only three. How could he play with a weapon meant for killing?

Seeing that toughness wouldn’t work, Su Yun clung to her leg. “Mama, I swear I won’t mess around—I just want to see it. Please!”

“And… Uncle Wang gave it to me. What if he asks me next time and I don’t have it?”

Xi Yaoyue realized… that actually sounded like something Wang would do.

Who else would give a three-year-old a battlefield weapon?

Still, the gift was already accepted—it wouldn’t look good to hide it.

She sighed, feeling a bit guilty. “Fine, you can have it. But only to look at—not to swing…”

She paused mid-sentence, realizing she didn’t even need to finish.

A three-year-old couldn’t possibly wield it.

She added, “You’ll get the sword tomorrow—but first, come here.”

Su Yun asked, “Where are we going?”

Xi Yaoyue said naturally, “You didn’t bathe last night. Time to make up for it.”

Su Yun gasped. His tiny legs moved as fast as they could. “No! I don’t want a bath!”

But how could he outrun a cultivator?

Xi Yaoyue caught up in one step, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and lifted him. “Why so shy today? Didn’t I always give you your baths before?”

Su Yun struggled. “I’m three now! I want to bathe myself!”

Xi Yaoyue firmly shook her head. “No, you won’t wash properly.”

Su Yun tried another excuse. “I didn’t bathe yesterday either.”

“You passed out from exhaustion. I wiped you down myself,” she said.

“Let’s go!”

Su Yun clung to the doorframe, but was still carried away, screaming, “No! I’m a big boy! I don’t want a bath—!”

Qingwen and the other maids all covered their mouths, giggling. “Young Master is so adorable.”

“If only we could be the ones to bathe him…”