Somewhere in the far east of dou qi continent, a land that seems to be scorched by heavenly lightning in the middle parameters but strangely it was booming with life near it's end , it was seperated by a mountain range in a circle, inside the circle was the wasteland and outside was a eeire forest , beast were emmiting roars but their roars pale in the comparison of the thunder that was striking the cliffs inside the wasteland.
The space was extremely unstable, spatial cracks were here and there it's seems like the space was not able to endure the pressure of something terrifying.
Things were flying from here and there through the spatial rends , the noise was deafning , suddenly a spatial crack big enough to engulf a cliff appeared, the scene inside the crack was of destruction, a city of jade spires was burning, there was chaos everywhere , people were fighting for their lives , screams of wail were heard , suddenly a body was thrown out of the crack.
It was a boy .
The boy tumbled through the jagged tear in reality, his tiny body limp, his consciousness fading. Behind him, the spatial crack flickered like a dying star, offering one final glimpse of the other side—a battlefield drenched in blood and thunder.
There, standing alone against a tide of enemies, was his mother.
Her robes were torn, her sword shattered, yet her aura blazed like a defiant sun. A hundred cultivators surrounded her, their weapons glinting with cruel intent. She had fought them all—for him. For this single chance to tear open the heavens and cast her son to safety.
As the rift began to collapse, her eyes—those warm, golden eyes that had once lulled him to sleep with stories of faraway stars—locked onto his unconscious form. Her lips moved, her voice crossing the chasm between worlds, carried not by sound, but by the last embers of her soul.
"Live."
A single word, heavy with everything she could not say.
"My son… live."
Her image wavered as the spatial crack shuddered. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, but she smiled.
"Do not look back. Do not seek revenge. Do not carry this hatred in your heart."
A spear of ice pierced her shoulder. She didn't flinch.
"The world out there is vast… and kind. Forget the flames. Forget the blood. Forget… me, if you must."
Her knees buckled as blades rained down. Yet her voice never broke.
"Be happy. That… is your mother's last wish."
Then—silence.
The rift snapped shut.
And the boy, still unconscious, fell into the unknown—his cheeks wet with tears he wouldn't remember shedding.
The boy was small—frail, like a sapling crushed underfoot. His body, no older than five or six, was a canvas of suffering. Blood trickled from his split lip, his ribs screamed with every shuddering breath, and the sickening *crack* of shifting bones echoed in the silence. Yet, when his eyes snapped open, they burned.
Above him, the sky was a writhing abyss. Black clouds coiled like serpents, veins of lightning splitting the heavens. Thunder roared, not as a natural storm, but as a wrathful god's condemnation. The air reeked of ozone and charred flesh.
Gritting his teeth, the boy forced himself up. His limbs trembled, his wounds wept crimson, but his gaze never wavered. The cliff's edge yawned before him, and beyond—nothing but wasteland.
Miles of scorched earth stretched into the horizon, the ground fissured and blackened, as if a sea of fire had raged before being smothered by divine punishment. Craters pockmarked the land, some still smoldering. The trees were skeletal husks, their branches clawing at the sky like accusing fingers.
The boy stood on the cliff's edge, his small frame trembling—not from fear, but from the raw, untamed fury coursing through his veins. Blood dripped from his split lip, his ribs screamed with every breath, and the sickening *crack* of mending bones echoed beneath his skin. Yet his eyes—his eyes burned with defiance.
Above him, the heavens raged. The black clouds churned like a wounded beast, spewing jagged lances of lightning that split the sky apart. But this was no ordinary storm.
The very fabric of space was unraveling.
Tears in reality flickered like ghastly wounds—rippling voids where the air itself fractured. From these rifts, an eerie, violet light seeped forth, and distant, distorted whispers slithered into the world, as if something beyond was watching. The ground beneath the boy's feet trembled, not from thunder, but from the instability of the universe itself.
The boy's gaze swept across the wasteland before himAnd then, his vision blurred.
Memories surged.
—A city of jade spires, now shattered.
—A woman's scream, cut short by a blade of condensed starlight.
—A man with silver eyes, laughing as the heavens obeyed him.
The boy's fists clenched. His nails drew blood, but he didn't care.
A guttural growl tore from his throat.
Huang Clan !!! He screamed — Your cruelty, Your arrogance, Your slaughter—would drown you in your own blood. Huang Xun Ji, you would beg for death !!!! long before I would grant it.
Every branch of the Huang family tree would be ripped from the earth, every root scorched to ash. I would hunt them across continents, through storms and hellfire, until not a single trace of their name remained.
And if the heavens dared to shield you and them ? Then I would tear the sky apart with my bare hands, I would defy the celestial order itself, and drag their gods down into the abyss with me . Huaaang xuun jiii remember..... remember ...This is no longer a child's grief—it is an oath written in my fury, sealed in my blood and veins , and carved into my bones .
A madness coursed through his mind
- I would tear them , I would tear them
- I would bath in there blood , I would ,I would I defiiiniiitely woouuuld !!!!!!
A thunder striked him from the clouds burning his skin , flesh , hair , turning him into a scorched , charred body , he lost consciousness.
[After 3 days ]
On the top cliff the boy regaind his consciousness,
* Sighs* ×5
my whole body is aching , my muscles are. Not in my control , I have to go somewhere safe otherwise I would really die from the thunders , I am hungry , I am thirsty .
( Author : your suffering had just began
Muahahahah.)
My body screamed before my mind even woke.
A groan tore from my throat as fire licked across my skin—no, not fire. Charred flesh. My own. The stench of burned meat clung to me, and when I tried to move, my muscles shuddered like broken strings.
Move. Get up. Mooveee!!!!
I couldn't.
My fingers twitched, nails digging into dirt. My vision swam, but I forced my head to turn. The sky was a sickly purple, throbbing like a bruise. And then—the cave.
Black and white crystals stabbed through its walls, pulsing with light. Heat and cold warred in the air, biting at my wounds, searing and freezing me in turns.
There was a single voice in my head .
Get inside.
I dragged myself forward, elbows grinding against stone. Every inch was agony. My breath came in ragged gasps, my arms shaking, but I didn't stop. I Couldn't.
If I stop the thunder would kill me . I can't die not before eliminating every single member of huang clan .
Why the hell this cave is hot and cold at the same type , the cave is divided into white and black ,how unusual, what can cause this phenomenon? No !! This is not the time for research , I have to survive , I need water , I have to search a water source ,
My throat burned worse than my wounds. Every swallow felt like swallowing glass. The cave's oppressive heat and cold had sucked the last moisture from my body, leaving me a cracked, bleeding husk.
*Water. I need water.*
I dragged myself forward, my fingers clawing at the jagged stone. My muscles screamed, my bones grinding like broken gears, but I didn't stop. Couldn't stop.
Then—**a sound.**
A ripple.
My heart lurched. *Water.*
I forced my head up, my vision swimming. There, just ahead—**a pond.** But not an ordinary one. Its surface shimmered, split cleanly down the middle: one side black as ink, the other white as bone.
I nearly sobbed.
Food, too.Shadows darted beneath the surface—fish, sleek and quick. My cracked lips twitched in something like a smile. Maybe fate hadn't abandoned me completely.
With the last of my strength, I crawled to the edge. My arms shook as I leaned over, cupping the black water in my hands. I didn't care about the strangeness. Didn't care about the division.
I drank.
*Fire.*
Not water—**liquid flame.** It seared down my throat, into my stomach, through my veins. My insides twisted, my organs screaming as if dipped in molten steel. I choked, my body convulsing.
*No… no, no, NO!*
( Author : poor mc , it is in your fate , if you were not more handsome than me , i would have let you go but how dare you to be more handsome than me , suffer . )
This wasn't salvation. This was a *joke.* A final, cruel trick.
My vision darkened. My limbs gave out.
And as I toppled forward, the pond's surface rushed up to meet me.
The last thing I felt before the darkness took me?
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