Darkness. Silence. An endless void stretched infinitely, yet within it, a single consciousness stirred. Memories of a distant world—of skyscrapers, technology, and a life ruled by logic—flashed before fading, replaced by something grander, something ancient.
A sudden warmth enveloped him, like drifting in an ocean of pure energy. His awareness sharpened, yet his body felt confined, wrapped in a cocoon of flesh and spirit. Rebirth. He had been given a second chance, and as realization dawned, his senses exploded with overwhelming sensations—light, sound, energy.
Then, a sharp, jarring pressure. Movement. A sudden force expelled him from his sanctuary, and in the next instant, a cry escaped his lips. He had been born.
The vast world of Astralis was unlike the Earth he once knew. It was a realm where the heavens themselves could be conquered, where mighty sects and ancient clans ruled with iron fists. Here, strength dictated fate, and cultivation was the path to true power. The weak were trampled underfoot, while the strong shaped destiny itself.
In this world, spiritual energy—Qi—flowed through everything, nourishing the land, the beasts, and those fortunate enough to wield it. Cultivators absorbed this energy, refining their bodies and souls to transcend mortality. From Qi Refinement to the legendary Dao Sovereigns, each step on the cultivation path brought untold power. Some could shatter mountains with a wave of their hand, while others could bend the fabric of space itself.
And he, born anew in this world, would stand at its peak.
A grand hall filled with radiant lanterns and sacred inscriptions trembled slightly, the very air humming with power. Inside, robed figures stood in reverence, their gazes fixed on a single chamber where muffled cries echoed.
The Celestial Jade Clan, one of the most influential sects in the world, had just witnessed the birth of their heir. The matriarch of the clan, a breathtaking woman with long silver hair and eyes filled with cosmic light, cradled her newborn son in her arms. Her expression, usually calm and detached, softened as she looked at the infant.
"He carries the blood of the heavens," she whispered, her voice trembling with awe.
The clan elders gathered around, their sharp eyes filled with expectation. An old man with a flowing beard, the Grand Elder, stepped forward, his wrinkled fingers glowing with golden Qi as he examined the child.
Suddenly, his body stiffened, his eyes widening in shock.
"This… this child's meridians… his Qi flow… impossible!" he gasped.
The room fell silent. Even the usually composed patriarch, a man whose mere presence made the air heavy, narrowed his eyes.
"What do you see?" he asked.
The Grand Elder took a deep breath before answering, his voice filled with disbelief.
"This child… is a once-in-a-millennium genius. His Qi channels are not only flawless but possess a divine resonance with the world itself. He was born with a spiritual core stronger than anyone in recorded history!"
A hushed silence fell over the room. Then, murmurs of shock and excitement erupted.
"An unparalleled prodigy…"
"The heavens have blessed our clan!"
"With such a child, our Celestial Jade Clan will reach unprecedented heights!"
But amidst the celebration, only the child himself, hidden beneath his innocent gaze, understood the true extent of his fate. He was not merely a prodigy. He was a reincarnated soul, carrying knowledge of a world far beyond Astralis. And though he was yet to understand the full extent of his potential, one truth echoed in his mind:
This life would be different. This time, he would reach the apex.