1 Above the heaven and earth, Prelude and Introduction

In the land of gilded clouds and celestial might, where the art of cultivation reigned supreme, life for young Fang Jiang was an unforgiving existence. Born into a family of exceptional talent, his parents, revered as gods among cultivators, had found themselves burdened with a child devoid of the mystic potential that defined their lineage.

The heavenly realm quaked with disappointment, for how could the offspring of such formidable beings be destined for mediocrity? It was a cruel twist of fate that Feng Jiang, though lacking in cultivation talent, possessed a mind as sharp as an enchanted blade. From the moment of his birth -- a spectacle that shook the very foundations of heaven -- his eyes absorbed every detail, memorizing the intricacies of his parents' cultivation techniques and devouring the knowledge stored in ancient tomes.

But fate, ever capricious, had sown a different path for Feng Jiang's future. Unknown to his parents, upon his birth, a crimson sword and an ethereal book collided with the mortal realm, imprinting themselves upon the child. A surge of power, at once both golden and teal, pulsed within Feng Jiang's soul. Yet, a malevolent force, a purple-gold ball, swiftly sealed away this newfound power, robbing the young boy of his birthright.

As the years passed, the truth of Feng Jiang's abandonment became apparent, etching bitterness into his soul. On his fourth birthday, his parents vanished, leaving him behind without explanation or care. With resolve etched in his eyes, the boy vowed vengeance upon those who had discarded him, promising to surpass the very ancestors who had discarded him.

Time carried Feng Jiang away from the heavenly realms, placing him near Xi'an in Shaanxi, where the Wei River kissed the Huang He, the yellow river of legend in the modern day Earth. This ancient land, the birthplace of Taoism, would become the backdrop for his rise to power, as the forsaken child sharpened his mind and body to forge a path towards revenge.

And so, with the determination of a fallen phoenix and the darkness of an abyss, Feng Jiang began his odyssey, a lone figure with a heart aflame with ancient grudges and a desperate determination to surpass the very ones who had denied him his rightful place. The echoes of his footsteps, a whispered crescendo of vengeance yet to come, reverberated through the silent mountain valleys.

"The heavens shall tremble," Feng Jiang murmured, his eyes gleaming golden purplish and full of anger and serenity.