I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1275: Unmatched Heritage

The Divine Fall Palace.

Deep within the labyrinth of majestic halls and grand pavilions.

Inside a hall of glazed tiles.

A multitude of formidable auras sat in absolute silence. Some possessed the snowy hair of the elderly paired with the smooth faces of youths, while others bore the heavy marks of countless eras. Though some appeared young and handsome, every individual there radiated an unfathomable power.

A long silence stretched out, with no one daring to speak.

Every eye was fixed upon a shattered life tablet resting on the table. A heavy, suffocating pressure filled the air of the hall!

Engraved upon the broken tablet was a prominent name—Liu Changfeng!

Despite the cracks, the name remained clearly visible, enough to make everyone feel as though a massive mountain was crushing them, signaling the onset of a terrible disaster.

Though they held the respected titles of outer sect elders within the Divine Fall Palace, Liu Changfeng’s father was a member of the inner sect. That man, Elder Liu Runan, was a genuine Desolate Realm expert. Should his fury be ignited, the entire Divine Fall Palace would tremble in fear!

Following a protracted and somber silence, the presiding elder spoke with a gravelly voice.

"Everyone, in the tens of thousands of years of our history, the Divine Fall Palace has never faced such an incident. Elder Liu has been struck down. This affair demands a meticulous investigation!"

Once this position was declared, the remaining elders quickly voiced their agreement.

"Elder Gong is correct. The fall of Elder Liu is a direct insult to the honor of our Divine Fall Palace. Regardless of who did this, they must be ripped limb from limb!"

"Precisely! We must apprehend the true villain, no matter the price!"

"The murderer’s nine generations must be wiped out as a stern warning to the world!"

"If this individual is not put to death, what will remain of the prestige of our Divine Fall Palace?"

The elders gathered here were all peak figures within the Divine Land. Having survived countless tribulations and practiced bitter Cultivation to reach their status, they were naturally very cunning. Their loud proclamations served two purposes: protecting the reputation of the Divine Fall Palace and showing face to the inner sect Elder Liu.

In just a few breaths, a unanimous decision was reached by the outer sect elders.

They understood that even without their interference, the news would inevitably reach the ears of Elder Liu Runan. Thus, they all feigned a competitive rage, their combined anger nearly drowning the entire outer sect!

Events transpired exactly as they had foreseen.

Before the outer sect meeting had even finished, a figure slipped away toward the palace depths.

This person bowed low and gave a report before a tower nine stories high, displaying the highest form of reverence.

After a lengthy wait, a cold, detached voice descended from the heights.

"This lord is already aware. You are dismissed."

The messenger bowed deeply once more, hiding a sense of relief and joy as they hurried away.

Once the area around the tall tower was devoid of any presence.

Inside the silent chamber on the highest floor.

An old man with a white beard and hair stared with icy, somber eyes at a flickering soul flame before him.

"Did you hear all of that?"

“After ten thousand years of arduous Cultivation, you have ended up in this state. A proud outer sect elder has become nothing more than a chance for others to settle scores or suck up to this old man.”

"I, Liu Runan, have roamed the Lan stars for my entire life. My grand reputation has been dragged through the mud by you, my own flesh and blood!"

The soul flame flickered, revealing the faint shape of a child’s face, overcome with dread and shame.

Terrified by the words, the soul began to bow repeatedly, pleading for grace.

"Father, please have mercy, Father, forgive me..."

“It isn't that your son is useless, but the enemy was truly too powerful. I never suspected their Cultivation was so monstrous; they managed to annihilate my physical body with just a single strike of a sword...”

Observing Liu Changfeng sobbing like a frightened child, his entire form shaking as he begged.

Liu Runan remained entirely unmoved and expressionless.

Having endured tens of thousands of years of conflict, glory, and shame, the old man had long ago moved beyond the trivialities of the world, losing almost all human sentiment. Very little could shake his mental state.

Only after the soul flame of Liu Changfeng had wept for a long time did Liu Runan finally look up and begin a stern lecture.

"Hmph."

“If you didn't possess a modicum of talent that allowed you to reach the Half-Step Desolate Realm and form a second soul, your spirit would have vanished along with your body. How would you be able to wail before me now?”

Chastised, Liu Changfeng didn't dare look up, kneeling with a look of pure misery.

“Father’s words are true...”

“But your son is now in this spectral form. This second soul isn't of much use. What will happen now? Tian'er is still a prisoner of that person. He is your own grandson, Father. You, as a venerable Elder, must bring us justice.”

Looking at the child-like soul flame and listening to the desperate pleas.

Though Liu Runan’s eyes remained cold, his voice lost some of its edge.

“You truly are a disappointment.”

"Ten thousand years ago, I cautioned you to focus on the Great Dao and your Cultivation. Instead, you wasted time bullying others using your status as an Elder. If not for that, how would you have fallen so low?"

“Your own lack of drive brought this about, yet you seek to blame others? Who told you a second soul is worthless? It is only because your realm is pathetic that you can only take the form of this childish soul flame.”

"Had you attained the Desolate Realm, this second soul could have traveled across great distances. With more progress, you could have formed an external avatar, multiplying your power in battle!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Changfeng wept with bitter regret.

His bright future was gone, leaving him as something neither truly alive nor dead. His remorse was so intense it felt as if his very vitals were turning green. He wailed like a child who had been beaten.

"Wuwuwu..."

Even in the face of such misery, Liu Runan sat as still as a statue, seemingly uncaring of their blood bond.

Only when Liu Changfeng had calmed down slightly did the old man speak again.

“Treat this as a lesson to learn that there is always a higher heaven. If this forces you to commit to the Dao, then perhaps it isn't all bad. Since he was the one to kill you, you shall take his body for your own from now on.”

At these words, the face within the soul flame looked up slowly.

"Take his body..."

"Father, you mean...?"

Liu Runan stroked his beard calmly, a sharp light glinting in his old eyes.

"From what you described, that person is likely a true Desolate Realm expert. If we capture him and employ supreme secret arts to perform a soul seizure, your second soul can inhabit his frame. You will not only gain a new life but also ascend directly into the Desolate Realm."

"This is the optimal solution and the most fitting path for your future."

Hearing this, Liu Changfeng was filled with joy, his eyes sparkling with anticipation!

"Soul seizure?!"

"Hiss..."

“That is a brilliant plan! If I can take over that person’s body, every problem is solved, and I can turn this disaster into a blessing, watching my Cultivation reach new heights!”

“Father is truly wise!”

In his state of excitement, Liu Changfeng gazed at his father’s aged face.

Perhaps due to the trauma he had suffered, he felt a flicker of conscience. Or perhaps the memory of that terrifying sword strike still left him trembling with fear...

After a moment, Liu Changfeng began to hesitate.

"But..."

“But that person is certainly in the Desolate Realm. Catching him will be incredibly difficult. Father, are you certain of success?”

Liu Runan gave him a long, steady look.

“It seems this ordeal has matured you slightly.”

“Rest easy. Even among those in the Desolate Realm, foundations vary. This old man’s tens of thousands of years of Cultivation are not something a mere junior can hope to match. Do not worry too much. While this task isn't simple, it is well within my power.”

“Once you are reborn and enter the Desolate Realm, remember this warning and dedicate yourself to your studies!”

Moved by this rare moment of fatherly teaching, Liu Changfeng wept and bowed in deep respect!

“Your son will never forget your words!”

By the time he looked up, the old man’s form had already vanished into thin air.

The movement technique was so profound it left no trace behind. Having such a powerful father was a peerless advantage, both his pride and his ultimate trump card.

Who could have guessed?

What appeared to be a world-ending catastrophe had been transformed into a golden opportunity in an instant!

Thinking of the immense power he would soon wield and that formidable sword style, Liu Changfeng was touched by his father's help, yet he couldn't hide the look of manic excitement in his eyes!

Even as a small, flickering soul-fire, a cruel expression took hold of his childish face.

It wouldn't be much longer.

Soon, he would stand in the Desolate Realm and look down upon all the ants of the world!

When that day arrived, both he and his father would enter the inner sect of the Divine Fall Palace, and their lineage would prosper for eternity!