This world was of cultivators. This world, which contained rich spiritual energy for cultivators, was a stronghold of great and powerful masters. This world, had many continents, bustling with cultivators. The vast world of Tianwu realm, was mainly home to five different continents, each bearing it's own legacy of strength, conflict and mystery. It was a world where cultivators defied mortality, harnessing the laws of nature to break the shackles of humanity. Among these continents was the Xuanwu Continent which stood at the pinnacle of the strength and was the most revered one. It was the home for countless empires, sects and clans that had ruled for millennia. Here, stood the Tianxuan Kingdom, as one of the mightiest nations. This nation controlled five greatest powers, namely, The Azure Rift State which housed many hidden sects and rouge cultivators and mystery. Another powerful state to name is the Celestial RIver Stream which was known for the presence of mystical rivers and spiritual array formation masters. The Emberflame region was the realm of eternal fire and was famous for its artifact forgers and fire cultivators. Frost Viel city was the home of assasins and secretive clans and it was a frozen land. And lastly the Thunder clap union, which was formed on a war torn area and was a place where lightning cultivators and beast tamers thrived. Each state had its own power, secrets and struggles but all of them bent to Imperial capital city,Tianxuan Imperial City loacted at the center of these five states. Yet, even within the empire's grasp, countless unseen forces worked in shadows-ancient sects, forbidden organisations and entities beyond mortal comprehensions. Among them, was the Temple Of Forgtten voices, abandoned sanctuary lost in the ravages of time. And within this temple, buried beneath layers of dust and centuries old whispers, lay a relic of dust that would change the fate of a boy, Yi Zhen.
SHADOW CLIFF CITY - THE ZHEN FAMILY.
Nestled within the Azure Rift State, the bustling Shadowcliff City (影崖城, Yǐngyá Chéng) was neither the wealthiest nor the most powerful, but it was a place of resilience. It was home to cultivators and mortals alike, merchants and warriors striving to carve out their destinies in a world where strength ruled over all.Among the city's respected families, the Zhen Family stood as a prominent merchant clan, their wealth considerable, yet their power limited. The family patriarch, Zhen Yao (真尧, Zhēn Yáo), was a man of unwavering resolve. Though only at the peak of Nascent Soul, he commanded respect, not for his cultivation, but for his keen mind and unshakable will.But even the strongest men have their struggles.---
A Child's Dilemma
In the courtyard of the Zhen family estate, Yi Zhen sat alone beneath a gnarled willow tree, his fingers tracing the edge of a small jade pendant around his neck. The symbol carved upon it was intricate yet unfamiliar—his name, though he did not know it yet.He clenched the pendant tightly. Why... why am I so different?He had tried countless times to cultivate, to sense the energy others spoke of so naturally, yet... nothing. It was as if an invisible wall blocked him, trapping him in a world of helplessness.The jade seal upon his forehead had been there since birth—an enigma that no healer, alchemist, or scholar could decipher.He looked toward the main hall, where his father and mother sat in hushed conversation. He wasn't supposed to listen, but he couldn't help himself.---
The Burden of Parents
Inside the hall, Zhen Yao sat with his wife, Lan Rou (蓝柔, Lán Róu). A deep furrow creased his brows.Lan Rou's voice trembled. "He still cannot cultivate... Yao'er, what if..." She hesitated, her hands tightening around the teacup.Zhen Yao exhaled. "Rou'er, we must have faith. He is our son.""But the world will not see him as just 'our son.'" Lan Rou's gaze darkened. "You know what will happen if he remains ordinary. This world does not wait for the weak."Zhen Yao remained silent. He knew the truth in her words. The cultivation world was cruel—merciless. If Yi Zhen could not awaken his Qi, he would be forever trapped as a mere mortal.And mortals do not survive long in a world of cultivators.At that moment, a soft voice interrupted them.
"I don't want to be weak."
They turned—Yi Zhen stood at the doorway, his small hands clenched into fists. His eyes, though young, burned with quiet determination.Zhen Yao's heart tightened. This was his greatest fear—that Yi Zhen would come to realize his limitations.Lan Rou forced a smile, stepping forward. "Xiao Zhen, come here." She tried to hide her worry, but Yi Zhen saw through it. Yi Zhen lowered his head. "Father... Mother... I want to become strong, like you."Zhen Yao knelt before him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Strength is not only measured by cultivation, my son.""But... in this world, isn't it the only thing that matters?"Zhen Yao looked at him, silent for a long time. Then, finally, he spoke."There are some things that cannot be rushed. You are still young. Trust in fate."Yi Zhen bit his lip but nodded. Yet, deep inside, frustration burned.
Xiao Wei's Revelation
That night, in Zhen Yao's study, an elderly figure sat across from him—Xiao Wei (肖威, Xiāo Wēi), the family's most trusted advisor.Xiao Wei's aged fingers ran along his beard. "The jade seal on his forehead... it is not a curse, but a lock."Zhen Yao's expression shifted. "A lock?"Xiao Wei nodded. "If it is broken, his cultivation can begin."Zhen Yao's hands tightened. "Then how do we break it?"Xiao Wei sighed. "That... I do not know." He hesitated before adding, "But I believe the answer lies with the **relic you found years ago—the Void Diamond (虚空钻, Xūkōng Zuàn)."Zhen Yao's eyes darkened."That relic... and Yi Zhen... they were found together, weren't they?" Xiao Wei's gaze was piercing.Zhen Yao remained silent.Years ago, he had ventured into the ruins of the Temple of the Forgotten Voice. There, amidst the decay of time, he had found two things: a boy wrapped in silken cloth and a dark, crystalline gem—the Void Diamond.
Yao Zhen's Revelation
Yao Zhen took a deep breath, his gaze dark and solemn as he began recounting his experience to Xiao Wei. His voice, though steady, carried the weight of something far beyond mortal comprehension.
"That day... changed everything."
His mind drifted back to that fateful moment—years ago, deep within the ruins of the Temple of Forgotten Voices, where time itself seemed to stand still.
Amidst the dust of a forgotten past, he had stumbled upon a child swathed in silk, his tiny body resting beside a gem unlike anything he had ever seen—a black crystalline stone pulsing with an eerie, cosmic glow. The air around it warped and shimmered, as if reality itself struggled to contain its presence.
His Master's Warning
A shiver ran down Yao Zhen's spine. He knew what this was.
He had heard of it before—from his own master, an elusive figure whose cultivation defied mortal understanding. A being so powerful that even the most revered sects spoke his name in hushed whispers.
He remembered his master's words, spoken in a tone laced with both reverence and foreboding:
"Should you ever encounter a gem of absolute void—one that devours all light, all energy—know that your fate will forever be altered. That is no ordinary relic... it is the purest form of the strongest material in existence, one that even gods covet. To claim it is to invite destiny itself into your soul."
And now, here it was. Resting beside an abandoned infant.
An Unfathomable Presence
Yao Zhen's hands had trembled that day, his instincts screaming at him that he was in the presence of something beyond his understanding. But before he could move, the relic stirred.
A sound—no, a voice—rose from the depths of the gem.
It was neither loud nor soft, neither warm nor cold. It carried no emotion, yet it commanded absolute authority.
A voice that did not simply echo in his ears, but in the very fabric of his soul.
"This child is destined for greatness."
The temple walls trembled. The air crackled with an unseen force.
"If fate has brought you to him, then do not hesitate."
Yao Zhen felt his breath stolen away. The presence of something—something ancient, something eternal—pressed against his very being.
"He is the true one."
The last words faded into nothingness, yet their weight lingered, reverberating through the ruins like the dying echoes of creation itself.
Yao Zhen stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest.
Was this fate? Or was it something more?
And then, as the silence settled once more, Yao Zhen made his choice.
He reached out, cradling the child in his arms.
"Embrace this destiny... and be a good family to him."
At that moment, he knew—his life would never be the same.
And ever since then, his life had never been the same.
The Awakening to Destiny
Deep within the cosmos, far beyond the reach of mortal understanding, a being opened his eyes.For the first time in countless eons, a voice echoed through the void:"He has awakened."The world would soon change.And at the center of it all—Yi Zhen's journey had only just begun.