The sky above Tianyuan Village was gray, as if even the heavens looked down in disdain.
Lin Xuan knelt on the cold stone ground of the village training field.
Around him, dozens of children his age were practicing cultivation techniques, their fists glowing faintly with spiritual energy.
"Again! Focus your qi!"
A loud shout echoed.
But no matter how hard Lin Xuan tried, nothing happened.
His meridians felt empty.
No spiritual power responded to his call.
Laughter erupted.
"Hahaha! The trash is trying again!"
"He's already ten years old and still can't feel qi!"
"Why is someone like him even alive in a cultivation world?"
Lin Xuan clenched his fists.
He had heard those words every day.
Weak.
Useless.
Worthless.
Since birth, he possessed no cultivation talent.
While others reached the Body Tempering Stage, he remained a normal mortal.
The instructor walked over, his eyes full of disgust.
"Lin Xuan, you are wasting everyone's time."
"Leave the training field."
The words cut deeper than a blade.
Lin Xuan slowly stood and bowed.
"Yes… Master."
As he walked away, memories burned in his mind.
His father.
Once a proud cultivator of the Azure Dragon Sect.
The day Lin Xuan was tested and declared talentless.
"You are not my son."
"I don't acknowledge trash."
Then he left.
Never returned.
Only his sick mother remained, struggling to survive in the poorest corner of the village.
That night.
Lin Xuan lay on a broken bed inside their small wooden house.
Rain leaked through the roof.
His mother slept weakly beside him.
He stared at the dark ceiling.
"Why was I born like this…?"
Tears slid down his face.
Suddenly—
His chest burned.
A strange warmth spread through his body.
The world around him faded.
Darkness swallowed everything.
Then…
He stood in an endless void.
Stars floated like shattered mirrors.
In front of him appeared a massive shadow.
Two golden eyes opened.
BOOM—
A pressure beyond heaven descended.
A dragon-shaped figure made of ancient light slowly revealed itself.
Its voice echoed like thunder.
"Child of forgotten blood…"
"You carry the seal of the Ancient God."
Lin Xuan trembled.
"W-Who are you?!"
"I am the remnant will of the Ancient Dragon God."
"You were born weak because your power was sealed."
"To protect the world from your awakening."
Images flooded his mind.
Gods fighting.
Worlds collapsing.
Dragons ruling the heavens.
"Will you accept this power?" the voice asked.
"It will bring glory…"
"And endless danger."
Lin Xuan clenched his fists.
He thought of the mocking faces.
His father's cold eyes.
His mother's suffering.
"I accept."
The void exploded with light.
🔥🔥🔥
A golden dragon mark burned into his chest.
Pain ripped through every bone.
His meridians shattered—
Then rebuilt stronger than steel.
Spiritual energy rushed into his body like a raging storm.
The voice echoed one last time:
"From this moment…"
"You walk the path of gods."
Lin Xuan suddenly woke up.
The rain had stopped.
The air felt different.
He could feel it.
Qi.
Dense spiritual energy swirling around him.
His body pulsed with power.
He clenched his fist.
CRACK!
The wooden bed shattered.
His eyes widened.
"I… can cultivate?!"
But deep within his dantian, something far greater slept.
The sealed Ancient God power.
His destiny had begun.