Volume One, Chapter 28: Who Is This? Holding a Concert in Your Backyard-Reencarnei como vilã, só quero ficar de boa, mas minha família é poderosa demais(Espere por mim com uma tigela de mingau.)

Gu Fan roared, holding nothing back.

"The Heavenly Emperor descends to the mortal realm, his divine might covering the world!"

Boom!

The phantom of the Heavenly Emperor behind him solidified instantly, as if stepping across time and space from the distant ancient era.

It was an indescribably magnificent figure, wearing a crown of supreme authority and a dragon robe embroidered with the myriad paths of the universe. As its eyes opened and closed, galaxies seemed to be born and perish. An absolute pressure, capable of suppressing the nine heavens and ten earths and sweeping across the vast wilderness, erupted from the phantom.

Under this pressure, the spatial laws of the upper realm groaned. Had this occurred in the outside world, it would have been enough to force every living being in a major realm to prostrate themselves, their souls annihilated.

Bathed in the divine light of the Heavenly Emperor, Gu Fan felt stronger than he had ever been. He felt as if he were that ancient Heavenly Emperor walking among men, whose words could dictate life and death and whose thoughts could dim the sun and moon.

However...

In the courtyard of the Gu family, this terrifying pressure remained nothing more than a gentle breeze.

Only the hem of Uncle Fu’s robe stirred.

Ye Qingxian and Ji Ruxue even felt the divine light was a bit dazzling. Concerned that it might disturb their young master, they stepped forward in unison, shielding him from all the light and pressure.

At this, Gu Changsheng was truly woken up.

He rubbed his eyes groggily and, at first glance, saw the人形 object across from him, glowing with golden light like a giant lightbulb.

"What is this... making such bright light in broad daylight? Do you not want people to sleep?"

He grumbled, propping himself up on his lounge chair, looking utterly sleep-deprived.

"Uncle Fu, who is this? Are they holding a concert in your courtyard?"

Uncle Fu bowed and replied, "Back to you, Young Master, it is a descendant of a branch family who went missing many years ago. He has just been found and brought home, perhaps... he is a bit unaccustomed to things."

"Unaccustomed?" Gu Changsheng yawned, glancing at the high-spirited Gu Fan. "I think his brain isn't working right. Yelling and screaming, causing light pollution—how uncouth."

He reached out to fumble around the small table beside him, looking for something to throw to make him quiet down. He touched a thin, thread-bound booklet he had been flipping through out of boredom earlier.

Without a second thought, Gu Changsheng grabbed the booklet and tossed it toward Gu Fan.

"Catch, read a book and calm down. Don't act like a maniac."

The small booklet traced a weak, lazy arc through the air, fluttering toward Gu Fan.

Seeing this, a ferocious sneer appeared on Gu Fan’s face.

Facing death, and you dare to humiliate me with a piece of trash book?

He prepared to channel the power of the Heavenly Emperor to grind the booklet—and that waste of space—into dust.

But at that very moment, the majestic phantom behind him, upon seeing the flying booklet, felt its ancient, unruffled eyes... tremble violently!

It was an instinctive reaction, a mixture of awe, excitement, and a trace of... the fear a student feels when seeing a headmaster!

Gu Fan was stunned, caught off guard.

The booklet drifted to him and fell to the ground with a soft thud.

On the cover, written in a quaint, archaic script, were the words: *Introduction to the Dao Heart and Fundamental Laws.*

A sense of utter absurdity flooded Gu Fan’s mind.

Driven by an irresistible urge, he bent down and picked up the booklet. The paper was yellowed, looking ancient. With trembling hands, he opened the first page.

The preface contained an introduction on how a seeker of the Dao should stabilize their heart and face power squarely. At the end of the preface, there was a handwritten note in vermilion ink, the calligraphy elegant and free-spirited, yet carrying a detached air that looked down upon the ages.

*"The child is teachable, yet his nature is unfixed and easily swayed by external forces. He requires much tempering before he can become a vessel of great worth."*

And after that note, there was only a small signature.

A single character: "Gu."

Boom!

The moment he saw that note and the signature, the memory of the Heavenly Emperor’s inheritance—gained from the ruins of the epoch—exploded in Gu Fan’s mind!

A sealed memory, belonging to that Heavenly Emperor in his youth, surfaced clearly before his eyes.

In the vision, the young Heavenly Emperor was kneeling respectfully before an unimaginably magnificent palace. An ancestor of the Gu family, whose face was obscured, tossed an identical booklet to him and said calmly, "This is an introductory reader. Study it well. Your nature is unfixed; remember to curb your pride and impatience."

The young Heavenly Emperor treated it like a treasure, kowtowing in gratitude.

The vision in his memory perfectly aligned with everything happening before him.

What Gu Fan held in his hands was not some ordinary book.

It was the... introductory reader gifted to the young Heavenly Emperor by that Gu family ancestor!

The "Ancient Heavenly Emperor Inheritance" he was so proud of, which he viewed as the greatest miracle of his life, had its origins in nothing more than the elementary education the Gu family gave to an outsider!

And the ancestor’s evaluation of the Heavenly Emperor was merely, "The child is teachable, yet his nature is unfixed"!

What was this? A teacher’s final report card for a student who had some talent but was a bit unruly?

"Pfft—"

The Heavenly Emperor phantom behind him let out a mournful wail and, like a pricked balloon, vanished into thin air.

Gu Fan’s Dao heart, his faith, his lifelong pride, and his hope for revenge were, in this instant, smashed into pieces by this thin booklet, leaving not even a scrap behind.

So... everything I struggled for my whole life, everything I was proud of, was just a joke in the eyes of the main branch.

So... my so-called return, my so-called setting things right, was nothing more than a frog in a well jumping out, trying to teach the sky how vast it was.

"Haha... Hahahaha..."

Gu Fan suddenly started to laugh, and as he laughed, tears began to stream down his face.

He looked insane, pointing at the booklet in his hand, then at himself, crying and shouting incoherently.

"An introductory reader... Hahahaha! My Heavenly Emperor inheritance... is a children’s book!"

"A joke... My whole life is a complete and utter joke!"

His mind collapsed entirely under the weight of this massive cognitive shock.

Gu Changsheng looked at the man crying and laughing, his brows furrowing even deeper.

This person wasn't just mentally deficient; he was actually crazy. This erratic laughter was even more annoying than the shouting from before.

He waved his hand at Uncle Fu, his tone filled with impatience.

"Too noisy. Make him quiet."

A trace of pity flashed in Uncle Fu’s eyes, but it was outweighed by absolute obedience.

"As you command, Young Master."

He turned to look at the mad Gu Fan and slowly raised a hand.

There were no earth-shattering energy fluctuations, no manifestations of world-destroying laws.

Uncle Fu simply brushed his hand lightly in Gu Fan’s direction.

It was as if he were wiping a speck of dust off a table.

In an instant.

Gu Fan, along with his so-called "Heavenly Emperor inheritance" and every trace of his existence in this world, was completely purified from the level of causality.

He did not die, for death itself is a form of existence.

He... returned to "Nothingness."

The courtyard returned to silence.

Gu Changsheng nodded with satisfaction, walked back to his lounge chair, lay down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep instantly.

"Finally, some peace and quiet..."

Just as he slipped into a deep slumber, the system’s notification sounded in his mind.

[Detected that the host’s unintentional act has completely shattered the Dao heart of a "Destined Returner" and, in the manner of an "Ancestor," purified the causality disturbing the peace, perfectly interpreting the supreme truth of "lying flat," where no amount of struggle can compare to a single sleep.]

[Reward: Special Item - The Ancestor’s Pillow.]