Cultivation starts with picking up attributes-Chapter 46: Ch-: A Legacy–2

Tian Shen stared at the system notification. His hands clenched.

"...Why me?"

He stepped back from the pedestal and sat against a stone pillar, mind racing. The energy inside the soul fragment pulsed, almost like it could hear his doubt.

Was he a descendant?

Was it fate? Coincidence?

Or something darker?

He glanced back to the final entry in the history tome.

"Should Yao Shou’s remnant ever resurface, only one born with affinity to both spirit beast and demonic spirit shall be able to seal or absorb it completely. That one must choose: to inherit or to destroy."

Tian Shen looked at the orb again.

Silence settled in the hall.

For the first time in his journey, he realized his path wasn’t just about cultivation or survival.

It was about choice.

Hours later, he emerged from the Ancestral Hall.

The token had dimmed, its duty fulfilled. The door behind him closed with a soft hum, the formation reactivating and vanishing from sight.

Tian Shen didn’t speak.

He looked toward the Beast Valley far in the distance, where the fragment had first been found.

His spirit beast companion, Little Mei, emerged from his Companion Space and nuzzled his shoulder with a questioning look.

"I’m okay," he murmured, stroking her fur gently. "Just... found some things I wasn’t ready for."

The Blood Fox tilted her head, then curled beside him in silence.

As night fell over the ruins, Tian Shen sat atop the Ancestral Hall, staring at the stars.

He now held power that once corrupted a sect.

He held legacy that wasn’t his—but now felt tied to his fate.

And for the first time, the future wasn’t just about growing stronger.

It was about who he would become.

...

He silently returned to what he calls home, without letting it known to a single soul.

When he reached the main tent, they fluttered on their own, welcoming him inside.

A solitary voice greeted him as he walked deeper in.

"You’ve arrived sooner than I expected."

The voice came from behind an old wooden screen.

A moment later, Feng Yan stepped out, no longer in sect master robes but in simpler, darker garb.

"That hall predates even the formation of the current sect," Feng Yan said, motioning for him to follow.

"Few were permitted inside. Fewer still understand its full legacy."

Tian Shen followed him down, winding up in his personal study.

It wasn’t merely a study—it was a sanctuary.

Rows of ancient beast soul totems flickered with ethereal light. Crystal containers housed long-dead spirit beast remains, and at the center stood a massive black obelisk etched in runes Tian Shen couldn’t decipher.

He wondered how this was transferred, as from its design, it was clear that this ’thing’ came from the Beast Taming Hall.

Feng Yan walked toward the obelisk, resting a hand on its cold surface.

"Our sect... was born from a war. A war between beast tamers and a cult now long thought extinct."

That was something Tian Shen already knew.

Feng Yan nodded at himself slowly.

"As you may already know it. A thousand years ago, a mad cultivator named Yao Shou founded the Demon Sect, whose ideology centered around the absolute domination and refinement of spirit beasts for power. No harmony. No bonding. Just ruthless control."

He stepped aside and gestured to the obelisk.

"This is the Soul Tether Obelisk, the last remnant of that war. It binds the spirits of corrupted beast souls that once followed the Demon Sect’s founder."

Tian Shen stared at it, a faint chill settling over his spine.

"And what does this have to do with me?" he asked cautiously.

Feng Yan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked to a nearby jade platform and retrieved something.

It was a sealed crystal box.

Tian Shen’s eyes widened the moment he saw the contents.

A pulsing, shadowy figure lay within—one he had seen before.

"The Incomplete Soul Demon," Tian Shen muttered.

"I found this in the Beast Valley."

"And you were meant to," Feng Yan said, voice grim.

He placed the box on the stone table.

"That isn’t just a corrupted spirit... It’s the remnant soul of Yao Shou himself—the founder of the Demon Sect."

Tian Shen gazed intensely at Feng Yan, trying to decipher what he meant.

Feng Yan continued.

"Or what remains of him. It seems when his body was destroyed, his soul fragmented and latched onto beast remnants to survive. We thought he was gone for good, but... the valley sealed part of him. You were the one to retrieve it."

Tian Shen clenched his fists.

"And you let me keep it?"

"It recognized you," Feng Yan said quietly.

"That soul fragment stirred only for you. That isn’t coincidence." freeweɓnovel.cѳm

A moment of silence passed.

Tian Shen stared at the sealed fragment, dark realization dawning in his eyes.

"You think I’m connected to him?"

"I don’t think so," Feng Yan replied.

"But this fragment’s reaction proves you have some spiritual resonance with his beast mark. That could be a blessing—or a curse."

Tian Shen exhaled slowly, the weight of the revelation pressing down on him.

"So... what now?"

Feng Yan turned to him.

"Now, you decide. That soul fragment holds power—dangerous power. But perhaps you can use it. Cleanse it. Tame it. Seal it. Whatever path you take, know that this choice marks the beginning of your entanglement with an ancient enemy."

He paused.

"And perhaps... your destiny."

Tian Shen left the underground hall in silence, the sealed box now in his storage ring.

Outside, the sky had darkened, clouds swirling as dusk fell over the mountains.

He looked toward the horizon, his mind heavy.

So, the incomplete soul demon... was once the Demon Sect’s founder.

The one whose legacy still haunted the cultivation world.

Tian Shen slowly raised a hand, summoning a faint trace of that demonic energy from the box.

It whispered to him—tempting, chilling, yet oddly... familiar.

He tightened his grip.

"I’m not him," he said quietly.

"And I never will be."

But deep inside, a question remained.

What if the demon’s fate... was once his own?

Night-time.

The night deepened into silence. Within the temporary sect encampment, most cultivators were resting, meditating, or on night watch—but Tian Shen sat alone within a tent far from the others, one of the many that dotted the perimeter of their base.

Inside, no lamps were lit.

Only the cold light of moonlight filtered in through a slit in the fabric, landing directly on the sealed crystal box lying untouched before him.

Tian Shen had been staring at it for hours.

Not cultivating. Not sleeping.

Just staring.

The fragment inside still pulsed—slow and steady, like the beat of a heart that refused to die.

It writhed every now and then, pressing softly against the inside of the crystal, as though it were testing the seal for weaknesses.

As though it could sense his hesitation.

And it was working.

Tian Shen’s hand hovered above the box. He could feel it even now—its strange resonance echoing faintly through his dantian, pulling on the edges of his soul.

That whisper... that subtle, inhuman voice.

"Come..."

"You seek strength, don’t you?"

He shut his eyes and exhaled sharply.

He had heard it more than once now, not in words, but in sensations—corrupted emotion, a sharp promise of pain... and power.

It wasn’t like his Core’s gentle warmth. No, this was cold and ancient, like some beast buried beneath the earth, waiting to crawl out.

Tian Shen finally stood up and pushed the box away.

"I need sleep," he muttered.

But sleep did not come as peacefully as he hoped.

That night, he dreamed.

He stood in a vast plain of black soil, ash floating through the crimson air. The sky bled light. Mountains were shattered, forests charred down to stumps.

Corpses—human and beast—littered the horizon.

And there, in the center of the ruin, stood a man cloaked in shadow.

His back was to Tian Shen.

Still, he felt an awful familiarity.

"Who are you?"

Tian Shen asked.

The figure turned around.

The man’s face was half-rotted, but his eyes were bright. Not with light—but with memory. With madness. With something ancient and starved.

"You already know me," The figure said, his voice like cracking bones.

"You carry what’s left of me inside."

The figure raised his hand. In it pulsed a soul fragment—identical to the one in the box.

"No," Tian Shen whispered.

"You’re not me."

The figure’s smile widened.

"We made different choices, perhaps. But our origin is the same."

The sky thundered.

A thousand chained beasts materialized behind the man—spirit lions with red eyes, mutilated phoenixes, corrupted qilins—and all of them snarled, not at their master... but at Tian Shen.

They blamed him.

He had brought this legacy back into the world.

He stumbled backward. The beasts rushed toward him.

The shadow reached out—and for a split second, Tian Shen saw his own face reflected in the figure’s eyes.

Not twisted. Not monstrous.

Just broken.

Tian Shen jolted awake, drenched in sweat.

The tent was still. Moonlight remained. But the air around him had changed. Heavy. Suffocating.

His eyes landed on the box again.

Its pulse was faster now. The fragment inside reacted to the dream.

It knew.