Chapter 109 De Molinos Family Ancestors

Through the unfolding tapestry of history, Arius gazed upon a corner of the Immortal Realm—

And in the midst of boundless chaos, he saw a supreme existence seated in meditation.

This being’s cultivation realm had long surpassed all mortal understanding.

He was a figure standing at the absolute pinnacle of the Dao of Immortality.

Yet—

What shook Arius was not merely this entity’s immeasurable strength.

Instead, the moment he laid eyes upon him, Arius’s own blood seemed to ignite, roaring like a surging inferno within his veins!

As though some innate resonance had been triggered—

As if his very bloodline was linked to this supreme existence.

“What is this…?”

There was no doubt—

The blood that flowed within him in this lifetime carried an indescribably deep connection to this ancient and supreme being.

Just as questions flooded his mind, the tapestry shifted once more.

The stars shifted, mountains and rivers morphed, as though time itself was rewinding, revealing a grand shadow play of history before Arius’s eyes.

What he saw was—

The Immortal Realm in all its majestic splendor.

Countless powerful clans, each ruling vast dominions.

Supreme Immortal Emperors standing at the pinnacle of existence.

And amidst this boundless world—

A clan that once stood among the greatest of them all—

The Immortal Clan of Lin!

Floating divine islands, suspended in the void.
Eternal palaces, seated atop the clouds.
Ancient immortal trees, their roots piercing into chaos itself.
Ancient beasts, bathed in radiant celestial light, soaring through the skies…

This was a testament to the clan’s glory, its unparalleled prosperity.

“Is this… the origin of my De Molinos?”

“Could my bloodline in this life truly originate from the legendary Immortal Realm?”

Arius’s emotions grew complicated.

Just as he tried to peer deeper, the tapestry suddenly shattered—

And the once-glorious De Molinos of the Immortal Realm… had become nothing but ruins.

The blood of countless strong cultivators burned across the sky.

Eternal jade palaces and celestial towers were reduced to rubble.

From the far reaches of the void, terrifying battle cries still echoed, shaking even the fabric of time itself.

The voices passed through the tapestry, through the endless river of time, and struck Arius’s soul like a hammer blow.

His very spirit trembled.

“A clan that once ruled the Immortal Realm… A clan that had true immortals among its ranks…”

“Destroyed?”

Arius’s face darkened.

From what he had seen, the Immortal De Molinos had possessed multiple immortal beings.

Even in the vast Immortal Realm, filled with countless powerful factions, the De Molinos had been an undeniable force.

And yet—

This eternal, once-unstoppable lineage had vanished in ruin.

“What kind of force could possibly annihilate the De Molinos?”

“Or… was it a catastrophe that came from within?”

A Figure from the Past

Before Arius could dwell further—

The supreme existence, the one he had seen before, reappeared.

This time—

He descended upon the devastated De Molinos ancestral land, his gaze fixed upon the distant void, his brows furrowed in sorrow.

His aura had weakened, as though he had just emerged from an unimaginable battle.

The Truth of the Appraising Immortal Mirror

As the scene unfolded, the supreme being held the Appraising Immortal Mirror in his hands.

His voice, though calm, resonated with endless sorrow and regret—

“The Appraising Immortal Mirror… a creation of the primordial, a tool meant to shape the heavens.”

“It was forged to illuminate the Sea of Fate… to gather the essence of creation itself.”

“Yet, despite possessing this treasure, I failed to change destiny…”

“Instead, it brought endless calamity upon my clan.”

“How laughable… how tragic!”

The supreme existence—

Clutching the Appraising Immortal Mirror amidst the ruins of the Immortal De Molinos,
His expression cold, filled with bitterness and regret—

Slowly, he turned his gaze.

Through the tapestry of time and space,

His eyes fell upon Arius.

As if—

Even across the endless void… across countless eras…

He could see Arius standing in the present day.

Arius couldn’t see the face of this existence,

But he knew without a doubt—

This was one of his ancestors.

“So be it…”

“It is all fate.”

“He who follows… this mirror is wondrous and boundless. You must uncover its mysteries on your own.”

Arius Had Just Touched the Edge of a Forbidden Truth.

“The calamities of countless worlds draw near. May you wield this mirror, restore our clan’s glory, and overcome the tribulations ahead.”

Hearing these words from the supreme existence, Arius felt a lingering confusion.

The tapestry of history had been fragmented, and the ancestor’s words were cryptic—

A puzzle shrouded in mystery and half-truths.

But one thing was certain—

The Appraising Immortal Mirror was far beyond ordinary immortal artifacts.

It was because of this very treasure—because word of it had leaked—that the glorious De Molinos had been besieged and destroyed.

A Distant War, A Present Battle

Arius shook his head.

The so-called Immortal Realm, the so-called Calamity of the Ages—

These were far beyond him.

As a Level 1 cultivator, Arius’s only concern was stepping into Level 2, opening his Level 3, and forging his Dao Core.

Everything else was too distant, too unfathomable.

Forget the legendary Immortal Realm—he barely even understood the political landscape of the Aragon Kingdom’s neighboring regions.

Let alone how long it would take before he could leave this place entirely.

The path of cultivation was taken one step at a time.

Even with a great treasure in hand, he could not afford to overthink.

Overthinking led to stagnation.

And in this world—hesitation meant death.

Back to Reality—A Battle to the Death

Arius steadied his heart.

No matter what secrets he had just uncovered—

Right now, his enemy was the Level 3 demonic hag.

If he couldn’t deal with her, then all his ambitions and future prospects were nothing but empty fantasies.

As the visions shattered, fading into nothingness, the Appraising Immortal Mirror returned to its ordinary, unremarkable form.

At the same time—

The frozen world resumed its flow.

The cultivators.
The mortals.
The battlefield.

None of them noticed that time had been momentarily suspended.

A Missed Opportunity

Arius clenched his fists.

If only he had been able to move while time was frozen—

He could have used the Appraising Immortal Mirror to enhance the Five-Thunder Talisman Treasures and instantly kill the demonic hag.

If she died, the entire crisis would be averted.

A Sudden Disappearance

As soon as Arius regained control of his body, he instinctively reached for the Appraising Immortal Mirror.

But—

It was gone.

His expression froze.

He had not moved it.

Yet, when he scanned his storage ring—it was nowhere to be found.

Instead—

Deep within his sea of consciousness, an ancient, unassuming bronze mirror now hovered in silence.

The Appraising Immortal Mirror had…

Merged with his very soul.

A Deeper Bond—But Not Ownership

At that moment, Arius felt it—

A strange, inexplicable connection to the Appraising Immortal Mirror.

But this was not ownership.

It was simply a deepening of their bond.

To fully control this artifact—

His current cultivation was far from enough.

Failed Attempts, A Possible Answer

Long ago, when Arius had first stepped into Level 1, he had tried to refine the Appraising Immortal Mirror.

He had attempted blood-binding rituals.

He had bathed it in his own spiritual essence.

Yet none of it had worked.

Now—

A possibility emerged in his mind.

Could this change be due to the ancestor in the vision?

Had that supreme De Molinos elder left behind some kind of will… a safeguard…

And had Arius just triggered it?

The Last Words of an Ancient Immortal

As Arius examined the Appraising Immortal Mirror within his sea of consciousness, a final voice whispered in his ears—

A voice that belonged to the ancestor from the vision.

“The stronger the clan, the greater the mirror’s power.”

“Should the family’s destiny stretch across the ages, the mirror may open the heavens and illuminate eternity.”

The words faded into silence.

And with them—

The last trace of the immortal ancestor vanished forever.

The Burden of Legacy

Arius exhaled deeply.

The ancestor’s final words—

Were they a warning?

Or were they a promise?

For now, it didn’t matter.

Because the demonic hag was still alive.

And this battle—

Was far from over.

Arius readied himself.

It was time to kill the old hag—

And survive.