PATH: Pierce Above The Heavens
The weak are insulted and abused the strong are praised and worshipped.
Haji had spent his life buried in xianxia, wuxia, and fantasy—always yearning for a world beyond the mundane Earth.
One fateful day during his leisurely stroll in the forest, a spatial rift tore open before him. An impossible phenomenon. A never before seen opportunity.
Without hesitation, he stepped through. The rift vanished; as did Haji
Darkness. Chaos. The vast unknown.
Then—light.
Haji awakened, not as himself, but as a newborn. Reborn into a poor clan, in a world where life was cheap and cruelty was law.
His instincts roared. His soul remained unshaken. He devoured the infant’s soul without hesitation, seizing the body for himself.
In this world, he would crawl if he had to, kneel if it meant survival. He would kowtow, beg, flatter, and endure humiliation. But he would remember. He would engrave every insult, every glare, every bystander who stood idle as he suffered. He would return their kindness with indifference, and their malice with vengeance a hundredfold.
Jade beauties? He would defile them. The rest? He would refine them.
For now, he was weak. A mere cub. But one day, he would pierce above the heavens.
On that day, there would be no more restraints. No more caution. No more rules. Only his will, unchallenged and eternal.
