A secret was buried deep in Charles Bennett's heart, a secret that only he knew—he was not a native of this world; he came from a blue planet called Earth.

Strictly speaking, Charles Bennett was an archaeology professor at a well-known university in Huaxia, with an extraordinary passion for ancient ruins. He often frequented major ancient sites, braving the elements, to the point of obsession. Thus, at the age of thirty-three, he was still single.

Previously, while participating in the excavation of an ancient tomb of unknown age, he entered a strange underground palace. The scene inside was baffling—not because there were too many burial objects, but because the arrangement inside seemed somewhat eerie.

There was only one altar in the underground palace, with a rusty bronze ancient seal placed on top. The four walls were carved with lifelike murals: a picture of riding the wind for thousands of miles, a banquet of immortals... there was even a depiction of ascending to the heavens in broad daylight. All of this made those who entered the tomb feel a strange sense of unease, rooted to the spot, torn between advancing and retreating, and filled with questions—do immortals and gods really exist in this world?

Even Charles Bennett was momentarily stunned by this bizarre sight. Most people are familiar with the idea of cultivating qi and seeking immortality: in ancient times, those who practiced qi would hide deep in the mountains and forests, eat rosy clouds, drink morning dew, stay far from worldly troubles, and pursue the Dao, leaving behind immortal legends that have been passed down for generations. Now, these tales told over tea and meals suddenly appeared before his eyes, making it hard to distinguish truth from fiction.

The others’ hesitation did nothing to dampen Charles Bennett’s curiosity. Bold yet cautious, he was the first to approach the altar and reach for the bronze ancient seal.

The moment Charles Bennett's hand touched the ancient seal, a sudden change occurred!

The once-quiet tomb chamber began to shake, as if an earthquake had struck. Seeing this, everyone rushed outside.

Charles Bennett also dashed for the exit, but perhaps because he had desecrated the tomb’s owner, he found himself frozen in place, unable to move. An irresistible force pulled at him from the ancient seal, and his once-atheistic heart was instantly filled with fear.

At that moment, a divine light shot out from the altar, striking Charles Bennett's body in an instant. Dazzling light filled the entire tomb, as if the gods themselves had descended.

Boom!

With a thunderous roar, the altar exploded. Charles Bennett instantly lost consciousness, leaving only the experts who had escaped alive to stare at the massive crater left by the blast, exchanging looks of relief and bewilderment.

In the instant Charles Bennett lost consciousness, the ancient seal, carrying his soul, transformed into a streak of blue light, tore open a rift in space, and vanished. No one knows how many realms it crossed before arriving on this continent, just as the young chieftain of the Guyuan Tribe was killed in an attack. Naturally, Charles Bennett took over his body, inheriting both his power and responsibilities. Coincidentally, the deceased young chieftain was also named Charles Bennett.

Primitive and desolate—that was Charles Bennett’s first impression of this world. The entire land was filled with an ancient, timeworn aura, as if it were the dawn of creation.

This world was called the Barbarian Continent, vast and boundless, sparsely populated, teeming with demons, with hundreds of tribes vying for dominance. Natural and man-made disasters were commonplace. The human race struggled to survive in the cracks, building fortified villages to defend themselves, resisting foreign races together. Gradually, wherever people gathered, tribes naturally formed and multiplied.

After half a year of rebirth, Charles Bennett had gradually integrated into the life of the Guyuan Tribe and adapted to his role as chieftain. He had also figured out the true culprit that brought him to this world. It was the bronze ancient seal that gave him the confidence to face the threat from the Heishan Tribe.

This ancient seal was called the Mountain and River Seal. To be precise, it was a treasured artifact of inheritance, left behind by a mighty cultivator from the ancient Huaxia mythological era, used as a vessel to pass on his legacy.

As for how it ended up in that nameless ancient tomb, Charles Bennett had no idea. But he had no doubt about the Mountain and River Seal’s wonders. After all, he had already experienced the bizarre and fantastical event of transmigration—could the inheritance possibly be fake?

After days of exploration, Charles Bennett had managed to lift a corner of the mysterious veil surrounding the Mountain and River Seal. In short, it could not instantly grant him immense cultivation; it was merely a support-type artifact. In the ancient era of deification, a peerless cultivator named The Medicine Hermit traveled across countless mountains and rivers, collecting innumerable treasures to forge this cave-heaven inheritance treasure. The ancient seal contained its own space, where spiritual herbs could be cultivated and spirit beasts raised. At the same time, The Medicine Hermit also fused his proudest alchemy skills into the Mountain and River Seal.

After figuring out the function of the Mountain and River Seal, Charles Bennett was overjoyed. Imitating most protagonists in novels, he silently chanted “enter the cave-heaven” three times, but nothing happened—he remained where he was, his joy turning to disappointment, his expression quite a sight. Fortunately, no other tribe members saw him, or they might have thought their new chieftain had gone mad.

Unwilling to give up, Charles Bennett tried dozens more times—standing, lying down, crawling—but still got no response. He stared at the ancient seal in his palm, utterly helpless.

Perhaps having seen enough of Charles Bennett’s pitiful performance, the ancient seal turned into a streak of light and disappeared onto his right arm, forming a lifelike tattoo.