Rising to Sainthood from Infancy
Only a few months after his birth, the Counterattack System had already arrived ninety-nine years ahead of schedule! [Counterattack Mission.] [Through a hundred long years, your mother has exhausted her heart and soul seeking a cure for you. Ever since you became an invalid at the age of ten, she has never smiled again. Try to make Empress Fenghua smile!] [Mission Reward: Primal Chaos Dao Embryo!] Ling Tian, only a few months old, mused that perhaps anything could be turned around, and he stared blankly, giggling foolishly. In the very next instant, “Pfft…” Empress Fenghua, Ye Qingwu, smiled like a blossoming flower, outshining heaven and earth. [Mission Complete!] Ling Tian was momentarily stunned. Was it really this simple… the mission was already complete?!
Rising to Sainthood from Infancy
Heaven Abyss Dao Domain.
The Immortal Longevity Clan, the Ling Family.
"The little one is awake. Are you hungry?"
Beside him, a woman of unrivaled beauty bent down slightly, gazing at the swaddled Ling Tian with boundless affection.
Yet in her eyes lingered a faint sorrow.
Ling Tian’s chubby cheeks twisted in pain as a torrent of memories flooded his mind:
[At two years old, your talents remained mediocre. Your mother, the Empress Ye Qingwu, extracted the Supreme Bone from the branch line Ling Yun and fused it into you. The Ye Family, the power she belonged to, was later destroyed by Ling Yun.]
[At seven, even with the Supreme Bone, as the youngest son of Ling Zhantian, the emperor who ruled an era, the world’s expectations of you soared. You secretly learned Imperial Techniques out of gambling spirit.]
[At ten, eager for quick success, you forcibly cultivated the second layer of Imperial Techniques, suffered a Qi deviation, your foundation shattered, and the Dao retaliated, rendering you crippled.]
[At fifteen, after becoming a cripple, you were married into another top family but were rejected, becoming enemies with Bai Lai, the future emperor of the Bai Family.]
[At forty, for nearly thirty years, your parents searched for ways to heal you, entering the Abyss of Demons; their Dao foundation was damaged and they had to stop. In those thirty years, they barely smiled.]
[At fifty, your parents’ injuries worsened. The geniuses of the branch line awakened, usurped the family head’s position. The Su
