The year is now 2052, three decades since the spiritual energy awakening on Earth. Gold Violent Heaven (Jīn Bàotiān), a grown man scarred by unimaginable cruelty, stands alone in a filthy alleyway. His body, once strong and vibrant, is now a canvas of grotesque wounds and twisted flesh, each scar a testament to the horrors he's endured.
Jīn Bàotiān's unyielding refusal to accept the World System and his indomitable resistance to the powerful entities have drawn the wrath of the influential families, clans, and foreign cultivators. Driven by a insatiable hunger for control, they have subjected him to unspeakable acts of depravity, all in a desperate bid to break his spirit and force him to speak the forbidden words.
The torture began innocently enough, with honeyed words and manipulative attempts to sway Jīn Bàotiān's resolve. But as the years dragged on and his determination remained unshakable, their methods grew increasingly sadistic and depraved.
They sliced off his fingers, one by one, leaving him a bleeding, quivering mess. The flesh would knit itself back together, only to be severed again in a vicious cycle of agony and futile recovery. Molten iron was poured into his eye sockets, blinding him with searing pain before his incredible regenerative abilities restored his vision. Bones were shattered, flesh torn, and organs ruptured, all in an attempt to break his indomitable will.
But Jīn Bàotiān endured it all. His spirit, forged in the fires of torture, remained unbroken. He gritted his teeth through the agony, his mind locked in a battle of sheer willpower against the cruel forces that sought to control him.
They violated him in ways that defied human decency. His mouth was forced open, his tongue ripped out and replaced with shards of glass. Needles were driven into his flesh, piercing his skin in a thousand places. He was drowned in vats of scalding water, his lungs filling with liquid fire as he fought for every breath.
Yet, through it all, Jīn Bàotiān refused to yield. He clenched his fists, his fingernails digging into his palms as he rode out the waves of agony. His mind became a fortress, a bastion of defiance against the relentless onslaught of pain and humiliation.
They fucked him, too. The powerful men and women, drunk on their own might, violated his body in the most degrading ways imaginable. They raped him with foreign objects, tearing his asshole and dick raw. They pissed and shat inside him, forcing him to swallow their waste as a final act of debasement.
But even as they defiled his body, Jīn Bàotiān's spirit remained untouched. He retreated into himself, his mind becoming a sanctuary where they could never reach him. He imagined himself floating above his tortured form, watching as they wreaked havoc on his flesh.
The years passed in a blur of pain and degradation, each day indistinguishable from the last. Jīn Bàotiān's body became a twisted mockery of its former self, a living testament to the cruelty of those who sought to control him.
But even in the darkest moments, as he hung suspended by hooks driven into his flesh, Jīn Bàotiān never lost sight of his goal. He knew that he was meant for greater things, that his destiny lay beyond the reach of those who sought to bend him to their will.
And so, he endured. He suffered. He bled. He screamed. He cried. He prayed for death, only to be denied that final release. And through it all, he remained defiant, his spirit unbroken.
For Jīn Bàotiān understood that he was not like the others. He was not a chosen hero, blessed by fate and guided by external forces. No, he was something far more powerful—a man who had stared into the abyss of human depravity and emerged unscathed.
And now, as he stands in the filthy alleyway, his body a ruin of twisted flesh and shattered bone, Jīn Bàotiān knows that his true journey is just beginning. He has been tempered in the crucible of suffering, his spirit forged into a weapon of untold power.
The world will soon learn the true meaning of fear, the consequences of crossing the path of a man who refuses to be controlled by any system or force. For Jīn Bàotiān is no longer just a victim—he is a survivor, a warrior, a god among men.
And he will have his vengeance.