Beyond the Three Realms.
In the boundless void, without end or beginning, lay a land free of strife, its peaceful scenery like an otherworldly paradise...
Within that land, atop a solitary peak covered in peach blossoms, stood an elegant pavilion. Inside, a young man, around twenty-two years old, sat with eyes closed, concentrating on playing a melody. His face was exquisitely handsome, capable of captivating the hearts of young maidens with a single glance. His aura was aloof, yet it subtly, intentionally, radiated a unique masculine charm. He wore crimson robes, and the white jade zither he played had strings that softly shimmered with seven colors.
The melody he played evoked a vast imagery, as melodious as a warm spring breeze that soothed the heart, then shifting to a biting winter wind capable of freezing all things. The rhythm subtly and wonderfully transitioned back and forth...
The peach trees beside the pavilion seemed to possess sentience. They swayed to the rhythm of his music, and petals fell from their branches, carried by the wind to dance around him. As old blossoms fell, new ones budded, displaying their beauty.
No matter how beautiful the melody, it too must end, just as the proverb says, "All good things must come to an end." His playing gradually slowed, softened, and then ceased. When his music ended, the peach trees stopped swaying, and the petals ceased to fall...
Although the music had ended, he still kept his hands on the zither and his eyes closed, as if recalling some distant memory from the past.
He was not, in fact, a native of this world, but an immigrant. In his previous life, he was an orphan. After graduating, during a health check-up, he discovered he had a strange illness and would only live until his twenty-fifth birthday.
When he learned he would only live to twenty-five, he was slightly shocked. Holding his medical results, he merely let out a helpless chuckle before heading home.
He did not, because he would only live to twenty-five, fall into despair or live a decadent life awaiting death. Instead, he returned to his university and applied to work as a librarian. His life was not dull because of this; on the contrary, it became vibrant. In those years, he met many people with circumstances similar to his own, all kinds of different individuals.
He also befriended many girls. With these girls, he explored many aspects of life. He continued to live happily and vibrantly until his twenty-fifth birthday. On that day, all his friends and the girls he had been close with were present, celebrating and singing with him in the room he had rented.
But fate had already made its arrangements for him. When the last candle on his birthday cake flickered out, his final breath faded along with those flames. Just when he thought everything was over, Heaven granted him a second life. He transmigrated and entered the body of an exquisitely beautiful girl, causing her to vaguely become pregnant with him.
He had thought he was reborn as the child of an ordinary woman, but then he had to accept the truth that his mother was no ordinary girl. His mother was a lord of another world, a powerful being beyond the Three Realms, the strongest individual, wielding the two great fundamental powers of Space and Time. And as a bonus, he also gained five aunts, who were also powerful beings on the same level as his mother, each holding sway over other fundamental powers among the nine great fundamental powers that created this world.
When his mother vaguely realized she was pregnant with him, it enraged her endlessly, causing the three realms of Hư Không and Thời Gian to fall into utter chaos for a hundred years. Despite her fury, his mother did not abandon him; instead, she poured her heart into caring for him. While he was still a nascent being inside her, she sought out all spirit herbs that had a calming effect on pregnancy and refined them all into his still-forming body.
Receiving all this care from his mother, he rested peacefully inside her, waiting for the full nine months and ten days to be born and see his mother of this life. But once again, he swallowed his tears and accepted that, given his mother's current power, he would have to wait more than an eon of ten million years before he could emerge. With his slowly developing body, he didn't fret about waiting for long before he fell into a deep sleep.
While he was in deep sleep, countless different things from his mother were transmitted into his body, among which was his mother's cultivation technique. Unconsciously, he began to circulate his mother's cultivation technique and cultivate...
After an unknown number of ages, he eventually gained consciousness and the sensation of his limbs. His joy didn't last long before he was dismayed to discover he had turned into a twelve-tailed fox. Even more frustratingly, he was still inside an egg. That was when he realized his mother was not human, but a fox – not an ordinary fox, but a fox with the noblest bloodline of the fox clan, the Linh Lung Twelve-Tailed Divine Fox. However, instead of inheriting his mother's noble bloodline, he underwent an ancestral reversion, transforming his own bloodline into the Thương Linh Twelve-Tailed Divine Fox, which was only a hair's breadth inferior to his mother's.
He didn't want to be frustrated waiting for the day of his birth again, so he decided to intentionally fall into a deep sleep. But a fox's plans are no match for heaven's plans; he hadn't even slept for a year when his mother gave birth to him.
When his mother gave birth to him, she thought she would quickly meet her son after waiting for more than an eon, but he, still naive, remained inside the egg, cultivating in deep sleep for another two hundred and thirty thousand years. When he awoke from his second sleep, he found he could break out of the egg and be born, but the first thing his eyes beheld was his mother's peerless face, etched with frustration and resentment in her gaze.
Along with that, the first thing he heard was not "my adorable son" but "you stinky brat, you finally decided to come out, huh?" After hearing that, he only saw a leg flash out and kick him, sending him flying at the speed of light. While he was flying, he heard another sentence: "Don't you dare come back here again; go live with your aunties!"
He hadn't flown for long when, in the form of a white twelve-tailed fox cub the size of a kitten, he bumped into the large bosom of a woman as beautiful as his mother, but utterly cold. She reached out and pulled him from her chest, looked at him, and told him she was his great aunt. From then on, he lived a life of hardship for ten thousand years with his aunts. Every day, if he wasn't studying music theory, he was practicing arithmetic, or learning combat, and so on. Despite the hardship, he also received ample blessings from his aunts, to escape that life of both suffering and pleasure. When he successfully transformed into human form, he bore an appearance seventy percent like his mother's, a bewitching smile gracing his lips, and went to seek help from his mother. Expending less than two parts of his strength, within just two days, he successfully sought his mother's forgiveness. On that very day, she gave him a new name: Thư Ca Kha La. From then on, if he wasn't cultivating, he was accompanying his mother and aunts, making them happy in the purest sense...
"La'er..."
He was lost in his memories when a gentle voice, clear as a silver bell, rang out behind him, cutting short his recollections and causing him to subtly furrow his brows. He slowly turned around, opening his bewitching red eyes to look at the source of the sound.
When he looked back, he discovered a woman, around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with an unparalleled beautiful face, noble aura, and irresistible charm. Accompanying that peerlessly beautiful face was hair as black and shimmering as the Milky Way, willow-like brows slightly lowered, long lashes elegantly curled, sparkling phoenix eyes with deep crimson pupils that seemed to draw in the souls of those who gazed upon them, a delicate, translucent, high-bridged nose, small, rosy, dewy cherry lips, and a slender, proud neck, with skin as fair and rosy as precious jade. One could faintly discern her absolutely graceful and elegant figure beneath her robes; her full, round, proud breasts rose high as if wanting to burst through her clothes, her waist was slender and soft, her shapely, full, and high-set buttocks, slender, exquisite jade thighs, long, beautiful jade legs, and small, rosy feet with toes like finely arranged pearls. She was clad in a deep red palace gown. She was so beautiful that people dared not gaze upon her for too long, fearing that prolonged looking would profane her peerless, world-shaking beauty. Her name was Thư Ca Hồ Mị.
Seeing this peerlessly beautiful, world-shaking woman, his slightly furrowed brows, a result of his interrupted memories, immediately relaxed. His own peerlessly handsome face, no less striking than his mother's, curved into a bewitching smile as he softly spoke to her.
"Mother, are you looking for me...?"
Seeing the bewitching smile on her son's face, which was eighty percent like her own, she couldn't help but be momentarily stunned for a few seconds. Adjusting her emotions slightly, she smiled and nodded gently, indicating "precisely." Every gesture, no matter how small, from this peerless mother of his, exuded an overwhelming, heaven-devouring charm that made it impossible for him to tear his eyes away, even for a single second...