Chapter 2: Awakening

Wings outspread, a majestic grace,

A heart once pure, now a darker space.

Eyes aflame with anger's fire,

Burning with a vengeful desire.

In a realm of profound darkness, saturated with concentrated Genesis Qi, four enigmatic figures, bathed in a crimson radiance, sat in a lotus position, deeply engrossed in meditation.

Their aura mirrored that of the 3 Prime Sovereigns of the Omega Shrine, unmistakably identifying them as four of the seven Prime Saints of the Saint Race.

These Prime Saints, with closed eyes, channelled formidable Saint Qi into a blood-red altar, refining it within a mysterious artifact.

The harmony in their Qi infusion persisted for hundreds of thousands of years, creating an altar emanating the purest Saint Qi in Heaven Genesis World.

The quality surpassed that achievable by a Triple Lotus Saint refining for millennia. Millions of strands of this unparalleled Saint Qi filled the altar.

However, this ceaseless devotion came at a cost.

The exhaustive process had caused one of the Prime Saints to teeter on the brink of regression to a Double Lotus Saint, a stark reminder of the arduous task.

Yet, their unwavering commitment persisted, all for the awakening of their God.

Abruptly, a colossal portal materialized, signaling the arrival of three more figures exuding the aura of Triple Lotus Saints.

These were the remaining three Prime Saints, bringing grave news.

A disturbance had occurred over the past century, originating from Guyuan Heaven.

The trio, tasked with guarding the 5 Lower Heavens Prime Sovereigns, had detected an ominous presence, initially dismissed due to complacency.

Eventually, the Prime Saints decided to investigate, only to be met with an overwhelming pressure that hinted at the return of the Ancestral Dragon God.

As the three relayed this revelation to the other four Prime Saints, shock and disbelief rippled through the group.

This momentary lapse in composure caused a brief disruption in their control over Saint Qi.

The possibility of the Ancestral Dragon God's return defied logic, challenging their understanding of its supposed death from the world.

Speculations arose, suggesting that it could be a fragment of consciousness left behind.

However, the overwhelming purity of the power indicated otherwise.

The Prime Saints grappled with the unnerving reality that the Ancestral Dragon God might indeed be back.

In urgency, the three injured Prime Saints were advised to recover, leaving the four to contemplate the potential consequences.

While the four Prime Saints pondered their next course of action, an unexpected event transpired.

As they resumed their task of supplying energy for God's awakening, the altar trembled, emitting a dark red light—an unmistakable sign of the Saint God's stirring.

A humanoid figure, cloaked in a crimson-red aura, materialized, and the four Prime Saints bowed in reverence.

The Saint God's voice echoed across the void, declaring a cryptic message

"Death... to... Mortal Zhou Yu—-"

The sentence hung unfinished, leaving the Prime Saints puzzled about the intended target.

But one thing is for certain.

Their resolution echoed with a dark undertone as they vowed to hunt down those who bore the surname of Zhou.

Years passed, and far from the Saint Race-controlled heavens.

A young man named Zhou Yuan, accompanied by a formidable canine-looking companion, embarked on a journey.

Beside him walked a woman skin pure as jade named Yao Yao.

"We're leaving, Zhou Yuan," the woman stated with irritation.

Zhou Yuan, a young man, shot an annoyed glance at the girl but eventually yielded.

"Fine... Let's go, Big Sis Yao Yao," Zhou Yuan conceded.

Every step they took seemed like a preordained fate, etched in stone.

But...

Was it truly predetermined?