The gentle breeze of early dawn swept across the tranquil Xin Manor. Even the birds that usually chirped were silent today, as if sensing the significance of the moment. Within her quarters, Lady Yang Lianxin sat motionless, her hand gently resting on her swollen belly. Her face was serene, yet her heart was weighed down by a mixture of longing and fear. For fifty years, she had carried this child, her womb untouched by time, preserved by the ancient arts of her lineage. And now, after decades, she felt the stirrings of life growing more insistent by the day.
"Are you ready to come into this world, little one?" she whispered, her eyes closing as she allowed herself a moment of vulnerability.
This was no ordinary child. She knew, as did her husband and every elder in the Xin family, as predicted by the Xin family Ancestor. And though they were desperate for hope, for the miracle that had long been prophesied,Yang Lianxin feared what might come with such power. Her son would be the spark that rekindled the greatness of their family—a family that, despite its legendary history, had not produced a true prodigy in over hundered years.
In the Emperor's palace, Xin Huang, stood at the heart of a council meeting. Seated next to the Emperor, his face was a mask of calm, his bearing noble and composed, but his mind constantly drifted to his wife, who was miles away. Xin Huang was well aware that their family's fate hung on a slender thread, and this child, the one they'd been waiting for over half a century, could alter their destiny. But the wait had been so long that he, too, had started to doubt.
Across the table, the Emperor, a formidable figure and second strongest person in the Empire , studied his beloved minister with a glint of amusement and admiration. Though outwardly they were here to discuss affairs of the realm, they both knew there was another matter lingering in the air.
"Minister Xin, your mind is elsewhere today," the Emperor noted, his voice carrying a knowing warmth. "Do you think the day has finally come?"
Xin Huang forced a smile, though his worry showed in his eyes. "One can only hope, Your Majesty. It has been long enough."
As he spoke, a sudden burst of energy echoed across the heavens, piercing through the walls of the imperial hall. Xin Huang froze, his breath catching in his chest. It was the unmistakable sensation of life—new, powerful, and utterly boundless.
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Back in the Xin Manor, Lady Yang Lianxin's calm expression turned to one of intense pain, and the servants around her immediately sprang into action. The stillness shattered as midwives and aides rushed to her side, their whispers carrying the news with haste. "The Lady is in labor! Summon the Master at once!"
The message traveled swiftly, reaching the Emperor's palace in moments. A guard rushed into the chamber, bowing low before the Emperor. "Master Xin, the Lady has gone into labor. The estate asks you to come. "
For a heartbeat, Xin Huang was paralyzed, his eyes widening as he comprehended the enormity of what was unfolding. The Emperor gave him a silent nod, his blessing clear in his eyes. "Go. I shall send my finest midwife to assist."
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Without any further delay, he activated an emergency teleportation talisman. His heart was torn between worry for his wife and an almost desperate hope for the child they had waited so long to meet. As he arrived in the manor, he was joined by the Emperor's most renowned midwife, a woman known for her skill in delivering royal heirs. Together, they arrived at the labor chamber just as the faint, first light of dawn peeked over the distant mountains.
Inside the chamber, the air was thick with incense, and the faint murmur of prayers echoed. Lady Lianxin, face pale but resolute, clutched the edges of her bed, her body trembling as she labored to bring her child into the world. Hours passed, each one seeming to stretch into eternity as the pain surged and faded, leaving her drained but undeterred.
As the moon sank and the first rays of morning touched the land, the child was finally born. The silence that followed was eerie; the midwives and servants exchanged worried glances, and Xin Huang, who had been pacing outside, rushed in, his face ashen.
Inside, he found his wife exhausted but unharmed, her eyes full of longing as she gazed at their son. But something was wrong. The child did not cry, nor did he draw a breath, his tiny form seemingly lifeless. Fear clawed at his heart as he took in the scene, his mind racing at the implication of his son's silence.
"Why doesn't he cry?" His voice cracked as he turned to the midwife, his hope faltering.
The midwife's face was unreadable, and she could only shake her head. The air in the room was tense as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath.
Just then, an ancient presence filled the room, the air buzzing with energy. Xin Huang spun around to find the family ancestor, the venerable Xin Tian, standing at the doorway. His gaze was gentle, but his aura radiated power that stilled everyone in the room.
"It is not a cry that will mark his arrival," He said, his voice a soft rumble. "This child's birth was foretold by the heavens. Hand him to me Huang."
Though hesitant, Xin Huang could not disobey. Gently, he lifted the boy and handed him to his grandfather. The old man cradled the child, closing his eyes as he chanted ancient words, weaving energies around the infant. The room brightened as a soft glow formed around the baby, pulsing and intensifying until it shone like the dawn itself.
And then, in that very moment, the child drew his first breath, and the heavens trembled.
A powerful current of purple qi surged across the land, stretching 3,000 miles from the heart of the Xin family estate. The people in the villages and towns, warriors and commoners alike, gasped as they felt the pulse of energy—a force so pure and ancient that it resonated deep within their souls. Far away, the Emperor felt it too, his eyes widening as he sensed the birth of something that would alter the course of destiny.
The child let out his first cry, a sound that seemed to echo through the heavens, shaking the earth beneath their feet. The skies darkened briefly, then blazed with radiant light as though acknowledging the arrival of a new force in the world.
Xin Huang, still stunned, watched as the ancestor carefully handed the child back to him, his face softened with pride.
"He is not like others, Huang," He said quietly. "He will be our family's brightest star, but also its greatest test."
And so, in the quiet hours of dawn, the heavenly prodigy took his first breath, unaware of the destiny that awaited him, or the storms that his arrival would soon stir in the world.