"At all costs, recruit Song Lin into the organization."
In an unknown realm, at the center of a palace-like ancient architectural complex, a eting was taking place.
Sitting on the Dragon Chair was a man dressed in ancient white robes, holding a horsetail whisk, his head adorned with a faceless mask.
Three Magic Treasures floated beside him: a treasure sword, a Dharma Seal, and the horsetail whisk.
"Lord Taiyi, what position should we assign him?"
A handso man, dressed in a modern suit with fiery red hair and erald eyes, asked.
The Myth Organization had three tiers of hierarchy.
The core mbers were referred to as True Immortals, the non-core backbone mbers as Independent Immortals, and the outer forces as Earth Immortals.
The highest position belonged to Taiyi, regarded as the strongest figure of the post-mythological era.
Taiyi, the Heavenly God.
"Earth Immortal will suffice. Thunder God and Lightning Mother, proceed swiftly to bring him into the fold."
Taiyi extended a finger.
The void opened into a golden door.
A man and a woman entered the door and vanished.
Since Qin Shi Huang's establishnt of the nation, the path of cultivation had vanished from the Mortal World.
Partially because of the flourishing of human civilization, partially due to the depletion of Heaven and Earth Essence Qi.
But the heavens never fully close the path.
While Earth lacked Secret Realms, spaces outside ti and dinsions filled with resources existed. These were called Secret Realms.
So individuals, through chance encounters and awakened bloodlines, gained extraordinary powers, uncovered Secret Realms, and embarked on the path of cultivation.
Taiyi was the first to awaken an Ancient Bloodline and open a Secret Realm.
He thus established the Myth Organization, dedicated to maintaining world order and controlling its developnt.
Secret Realms were more than resource havens; they harbored malevolent entities that, if unleashed into the Mortal World, would inevitably harm humanity.
For the healthy developnt of the organization, they periodically absorbed human elites.
Taiyi, the Heavenly God, had overseen the world's order for over three centuries.
No one knew the extent of his power. All who had glimpsed Taiyi's true abilities perished.
With his tasks complete, Taiyi announced the eting's conclusion.
Song Lin was rely a minor figure—just another remarkable genius among countless within the organization.
What drew Taiyi's attention was Song Lin's provocative comntary on the relationship between machinery and humanity.
Humanity overly relied on machinery, neglecting the potential of the human mind.
Song Lin's talent in Go seed wasted in such pursuits.
If he entered the path of cultivation, he would undoubtedly shine as a genius.
Even if cultivation proved fruitless, he could be supported to establish influence in the Mortal World, where most major forces carried traces of the Myth Organization.
Taiyi had no concern over the endeavor's success.
Song Lin was, after all, rely ten years old. Even if he had begun cultivating in the womb, how much could one achieve?
...
In the Mortal World.
A caravan drove up the mountain where Song Lin resided.
Initially, villagers who had received Song Lin's donations blocked their way, but higher-level officials soon intervened, allowing the caravan to pass.
At the cliffside, Song Lin sat cross-legged, cultivating.
No resplendent lights, no tiger roars or dragon cries, nor flashes of thunder and lightning.
Though rely sitting there, he gave off an inexplicable aura of perceiving the Heavenly Heart.
After reading ancient texts, Song Lin had entirely abandoned the cultivation of spells, even daring to disperse his already accumulated energy.
Now, he was as ordinary as a mortal. Any slightly stronger mortal could overpower him.
In such a state, Song Lin successfully grasped the Heavenly Heart.
But had he awakened any Divine Skills?
Not at all.
Song Lin had countless opportunities to comprehend abilities like Heavenly Vision or Divine Footwork, yet he utterly rejected the minor spells the sages preached, refusing to indulge and focusing only on sensing the Great Dao.
This was a level of restraint most cultivators could not achieve.
Faced with Divine Skills within reach, how could one simply ignore them?
Yet Song Lin—soone who had experienced greater power—chose to forsake them.
He showed no fear that traversing in such a fragile True Body might result in complete annihilation from external threats.
He had vaguely touched upon the Saintly Path, the essence of spiritual cultivation.
Compared to the mysteries of this path, re dangers ant little.
Just then, the roar of vehicles approached.
Song Lin ceased cultivation, stood, and looked toward the mountain base.
Several cars halted in front of his wooden cabin.
From the lead vehicle erged a man and a woman.
The man bore a striking arrogance, while the woman displayed an elegant bravery.
"Greetings, Mr. Song. I'm Yus Ling'er, and this is my partner, Lei Huo," the woman said, handing Song Lin a na card.
"Who are you?" Song Lin asked.
"Do you believe extraordinary powers exist in this world, Mr. Song?"
"Of course, I am extraordinary power itself," Song Lin boldly declared.
The fifteen-year-old genius exhibited a fitting arrogance and self-confidence.
The man suppressed a laugh, shook his head, and said, "Let show you what extraordinary power ans."
He extended his hand, his palm sparking with dazzling blue lightning.
Rumble, rumble, rumble...
Dozens of purple lightning bolts as thick as barrels surged across the sky.
Like an apocalypse descending, an overwhelming aura enveloped the area.
"Oh."
Their display elicited no shock from Song Lin, who appeared calmly detached.
"So, are you willing to join us?"
"You? Who are you?" Song Lin asked with notable curiosity.
"We are part of an ancient organization, where most mbers are gifted with extraordinary abilities."
"So, you've identified as soone capable of awakening such powers?" Song Lin questioned.
"Exactly."
"I see. I agree."
"Won't you ask about the benefits?" Yus Ling'er asked, puzzled.
"Haha, are there ancient texts available for reading?"
So teachings of the ancient sages had been lost. Others were distorted by later generations—especially the Confucian classics.
Every stray figure dared to annotate classics and claim the title of Sage.
The sa applied to Taoist writings. Whenever anyone penned a Taoist text, they invariably linked it to Laozi, Zhuangzi, the Three Emperors and Five Sovereigns, or the Three Pure Ones.
Song Lin had noticed this through his reading.
There were far too many counterfeit texts.
Additionally, many terms deviated from their original aning due to various taboos.
Without careful discernnt, identifying the distortions was nearly impossible.
"You've co to the right place. We possess the world's most comprehensive library, including nurous original manuscripts."
"Good, I'll join then."
Thus, Song Lin beca a mber of the Myth Organization.
The Myth Organization operated in a secretive realm.
Initially, Song Lin was only a probationary mber. He devoted his ti to the library and spent leisure monts ditating.
Three years later, at eighteen.
He officially passed the evaluation and beca an "Earth Immortal."
Initially, he thought the organization's philosophy resembled Donghua Taoist Temple—detachnt from the Mortal World, avoiding worldly affairs.
Yet he gradually realized sothing was amiss.
The Myth Organization's reach extended across every industry globally. Its mbers' families and descendants held positions of power within the Mortal World.
While their stance seed righteous, it veiled an authoritarian rigidity.
They deed their aligned forces as allies while categorizing external, uncontrollable entities as unstable factors, suppressing them overtly and covertly.
Monopolizing access to all Secret Realms and cultivation resources, they claid dominion over them.
The Myth Organization had beco synonymous with world order.
Song Lin recognized the organization's hidden "evil," an insidious kind of malice.
It protected humanity in na, but in essence, it resembled the dostication of humanity.
The vast majority of people remained unaware of this vampiric entity lurking in the shadows of their world.
This Myth had grown corrupt.
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