In the boundless firmament where stars whispered and ancient Dao's intertwined, the Dao Source Immortal stirred from his deep meditation.

  The heavens above the Origin Dao Temple, hidden atop the Nameless Peak of the Dao Source Mountains, quivered as a tremor of fate passed through the sect's ancestral veins.

  Dao Yao — known to the world as the Dao Source Immortal — slowly opened his eyes. A profound light flashed within them, as if countless constellations rose and fell across the vast river of time.

  A single step.

  And he vanished.

  In the next instant, across mountains, rivers, and endless barriers of space, he appeared before the child Mo Chen in the main hall of Heavenly Harmony Peak.

  His arrival was silent. No ripple disturbed the air. Only a subtle resonance, like the sigh of the heavens themselves, marked his passing.

  Standing before the new born child, Dao Yao’s immortal gaze sharpened. Though hidden from mortal eyes, a terrifying undercurrent stirred around him — the faint scent of divine providence.

  Yet none among those present could comprehend the deeper truth of his existence .Even now, unknown to all, Dao Yao bore within him a mighty, inexplicable fate:

  He was the chosen host of the Myriad Disciples Ascension System.

  An ancient decree resided in his soul:

  "When myriad disciples rise, the Master ascends beyond the heavens. Dao Yao, bearer of the Radiant Dao, shall tread the path of supreme mentorship, where each disciple’s success becomes his stepping stone to eternal transcendence."

  Because of this, his life’s path had twisted into strange and glorious forms.

  Already, under his tutelage:

  One disciple had risen to become the Emperor of the Dao Lotus Sacred Kingdom, ruling myriad lands with supreme might.

  Another had ascended to the honored position of Holy Son of the Dao Source Immortal Pavilion, a sect that towered above the Azure Source Region like an unshakeable mountain.

  To the ignorant world, Dao Yao seemed like a rising sovereign of the cultivation world, his ambitions vast and limitless.

  It was said he had arrogantly claimed the title "Dao Source Immortal" to mock the supreme Dao Source Immortal Pavilion — a deliberate act of provocation, as if announcing that his humble sect, the Origin Dao Palace, would one day eclipse them.

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  The truth, however, was far more laughable.

  The System had forced him.

  With ruthless nonchalance, the Myriad Disciples Ascension System had declared, "Such a name suits you better! It sounds more grand! More befitting of your destined greatness!"

  And so Dao Yao, weeping tears of blood in his heart, had no choice but to accept the title that painted a target upon his back.

  Since that day, the Dao Source Immortal Pavilion had regarded him with murderous intent, treating him as a shameless traitorous ancestor, a stain upon their illustrious name.

  Even now, many ancient old monsters from the Pavilion dreamt day and night of ripping him limb from limb.

  Suppressing a sigh, Dao Yao turned his focus back to the child before him.

  Little Mo Chen lay quietly in the arms of Mo Yunhai, innocent and carefree.

  Dao Yao narrowed his gaze, activating the profound Qi Flow Technique, a method of observing the hidden currents of destiny and fortune.

  What he saw nearly shattered his Dao Heart.

  Endless fortune! Boundless providence! Luck in the form of golden dragons coiling infinitely around the infant's tiny body!

  Mo Chen was not merely blessed — he was a foundation stone of heaven and earth, a singularity upon which countless fates would pivot.

  The longer Dao Yao gazed, the more horrified he became. It was as if countless ancient sects, vast dynasties, and immortal legacies would either rise or fall according to this child's existence!

  His mind trembled.

  An ancient, instinctive thought rose unbidden:

  "If I could take him as my disciple—"

  —And at that very instant, an ear-piercing roar exploded within his sea of consciousness!

  [Warning!][Warning!!][System Emergency Activation!][Host, if you wish to perish body and soul, by all means proceed!!][Accept this child as your disciple and you will be annihilated across all realms, past, present, and future!]

  Dao Yao stiffened.

  The Myriad Disciples Ascension System — always cold, always arrogant — now howled in abject terror, almost sobbing.

  [Even the Great Dao will disown you!][The Long River of Time itself will erase your existence!][Please, oh merciful master, spare this humble system! Leave that terrifying little monster alone!!]

  Dao Yao’s hands, which had unconsciously begun to reach forward, trembled and recoiled as if scalded.

  He coughed lightly to mask his horror.

  Pretending to be casual, he took half a step backward, his heart pounding wildly beneath his immortal fa?ade.

  From the heavens above, an unseen will seemed to chuckle softly.

  The world continued to turn.

  The gathered cultivators remained unaware of the cataclysmic calamity that had been averted by a hair's breadth.

  Only Dao Yao, drenched in cold sweat invisible to mortal eyes, knew the truth.

  He had gazed upon a sovereign of destiny, a being whose mere existence could shatter entire worlds.

  Suppressing the urge to flee, he forced himself to stand solemnly, as if paying silent homage.

  "This little one," he thought grimly, "is not someone this poor Dao can touch, even in dreams."

  High above, the boundless firmament shimmered.

  The Long River of Time, which had been disturbed by Mo Chen’s birth, finally began to flow smoothly once more.