The Villainous Ancestor Who Seizes Destiny and Ascends as the Supreme Immortal Emperor - Chapter 3:

Chapter 3: Reforging the Saint Body, Cultivation Soars!

[Command confirmed! Yin-Yang Chaos Saint Body is being granted. The host will undergo a complete rebirth and reconstruction. Massive energy fluctuations are expected during the process. Please prepare!]

“Boom—!”

Almost the instant the system notification ended, an indescribably terrifying force erupted from within Lu Qingxuan’s body!

Without hesitation, Lu Qingxuan sat cross-legged. 

With a single movement of his divine sense, the entire Main Hall—and even the Azure Immortal Sect’s Mountain-Protecting Grand Formation—was pushed to its absolute limit. Layer upon layer of light barriers enveloped the Main Hall, sealing off all internal and external auras.

In the next moment, his physical body began to dissolve into the dao.

His skin disintegrated inch by inch, transforming into the purest motes of light.

Flesh, meridians, and bones followed, breaking down into strands of origin energy infused with yin and yang. These strands gathered together, forming a gray, swirling vortex of chaos.

Within that vortex, a faint figure of a Primordial Spirit could be seen—it was Lu Qingxuan’s soul origin.

Immediately after, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was forcibly drawn by an invisible force, forming a massive, visible tornado that poured downward into the depths of the sect’s ancestral vein. From there, it surged endlessly into the Main Hall.

The entire Mountain-Protecting Grand Formation of the Azure Immortal Sect began to hum violently. Countless Disciples were shocked to discover that the surrounding concentration of spiritual energy was rapidly plummeting at a terrifying rate.

“What’s going on? I was just about to break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm—why has the spiritual energy suddenly become so thin?!”

“Something’s wrong! Look toward the ancestral vein!”

A sharp-eyed Disciple pointed toward the back mountain. The once misty and spirit-filled ancestral vein was rapidly losing its spiritual fog, replaced by a gigantic vortex of spiritual energy that was visibly converging toward the Main Hall.

“Heavens! What level of breakthrough is this? Even the ancestral vein is being drained!”

“It must be the Ancestor! Who else could cause such a phenomenon?”

“Is the Ancestor about to break through?!”

The outer sect Disciples were flushed with excitement. Inner sect Disciples dropped to their knees, kowtowing repeatedly and shouting praises.

Even the usually aloof elders now wore expressions of excitement, bowing toward the Main Hall.

“Congratulations, Ancestor, on your divine achievement!”

“The Azure Immortal Sect’s legacy of ten thousand years will shine once more!”

Although the Azure Immortal Sect was nominally one of the five righteous sects, it had always ranked at the bottom.

But now things were different.

Once the Ancestor broke through, the sect would immediately rise among the righteous factions, no longer forced to bow to others.

…

Meanwhile, in the Side Hall, Chu Li—who had just removed her bloodstained clothes and was preparing to bathe—felt the terrifying fluctuations of spiritual energy. Her body trembled, and she nearly lost her footing.

So this… was the power of a Divine Transformation Realm Ancestor?

Just cultivating alone could trigger such heavenly phenomena.

Biting her lip, the awe in her heart deepened further.

Back in the Main Hall, within the center of the chaotic vortex, a brand-new body was slowly taking shape amidst the intertwining of light and darkness.

First came a skeleton as pure and flawless as jade, engraved with natural golden dao patterns, as though crafted by the heavens themselves.

Then, pale golden meridians spread like a vast web, each one hundreds of times stronger and wider than before. What flowed within them was no longer Divine Essence, but a more fundamental energy—chaos energy.

Next, flesh formed, and skin was reconstructed.

The newly formed skin was smooth like divine jade.

His facial features were refined beyond their original form—more perfect, more striking, transcending mortal beauty. The traces of age had faded, replaced by a transcendent, almost divine aura.

His long hair moved without wind, while his eyes bore two distinct colors—his left eye deep black, his right eye radiant silver. Behind him, black and white energies intertwined and circulated, as if manifesting the supreme truth of yin and yang.

When the final trace of light receded into his body, Lu Qingxuan slowly opened his eyes.

“Boom!”

An overwhelming aura, far surpassing his previous strength, surged outward, instantly filling the entire hall!

His cultivation realm, originally at the peak of the 1st stage Divine Transformation Realm, began to rise uncontrollably the moment the Saint Body was formed.

2nd stage Divine Transformation Realm!

3rd stage Divine Transformation Realm!

4th stage Divine Transformation Realm!

It didn’t stop until it reached the peak of the 5th stage Divine Transformation Realm—only a single step away from the 6th stage—before finally stabilizing.

Within the hall, divine light faded, and all phenomena returned to stillness.

“Peak of the 5th stage Divine Transformation Realm…”

Just the byproduct of reforging the Saint Body had allowed him to break through four minor realms.

If he were to cultivate actively now, how terrifying would his speed be?

Lu Qingxuan slowly stood up and clenched his fist lightly.

“Crack—!”

Several pitch-black fractures appeared in the space before him!

“So this… is the power of the Yin-Yang Chaos Saint Body?”

He looked down at his hand, feeling the endless, surging chaos energy within him. A trace of heat flashed in his eyes.

This feeling… was incredible.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

Three extremely soft knocks sounded at the door.

“Enter,” Lu Qingxuan said.

As his voice fell, a slender figure stood outside the doorway, head lowered. Moonlight spilled over her form, outlining a breathtaking silhouette.

Chu Li had arrived.

Fresh from her bath, her raven-black hair was still slightly damp, faint wisps of steam rising from it. A few stray strands clung to her fair, slender neck and delicate collarbone, adding a touch of languid allure.

She was no longer wearing the bloodstained dress from before, but instead a thin, moon-white silk night robe.

Perhaps hastily found, the fabric was nearly translucent. Under the shifting light within the hall, the graceful curves beneath were faintly visible.

Her already fair skin now carried a faint blush, like pristine jade tinged with rouge, glowing with an enticing luster.

Her face, ethereal and beautiful, still bore traces of lingering redness.

A subtle fragrance emanated from her—not the scent of flowers or cosmetics, but a clean, natural aroma blending a woman’s innate scent with the freshness of medicinal herbs, like a valley after rain.

She stood there quietly, head lowered, hands nervously twisting the hem of her robe.

Lu Qingxuan’s gaze lingered on her for a moment.

As expected of a female lead—her beauty was truly top-tier.

“Please, Ancestor… be gentle,” Chu Li said softly, her voice tinged with shy reluctance.

A gentle force instantly wrapped around her body.

“Ah…”

With a short cry, her body lifted uncontrollably into the air.

In the next instant, she felt a firm, warm presence.

She fell into an embrace.

A broad, steady, powerful embrace.

Her cheek pressed against Lu Qingxuan’s chest. Through the thin layer of fabric, she could clearly hear the strong, rhythmic beating of his heart.

“Thump… thump… thump…”

“Madam,” Lu Qingxuan said with a hint of amusement, “you’ve come at just the right time.”

“I have just completed my breakthrough. My realm still requires stabilization.”

“Madam, I need you to assist me in cultivation!”