Prologue: A New life

In the boundless darkness of a desolate land, a lone cultivator named Steven trudged on. His qi was nearly depleted, his forehead glistening with sweat. He was armed with nothing but a torch and a qiankun bag filled with exploration talismans. His quest for heavenly treasures had brought him to this forsaken place, but so far, his efforts had been fruitless.

"Even the heavens seem to mock me, my fortune is as pitiful as a stray dog's meal.," he muttered, his voice echoing in the void. "Not a single spirit stone in sight. If this continues, I'll perish before I reach the Golden Core stage." Despite his grumbling, he pressed on, his spirit undeterred.

After what felt like an eternity, Steven stumbled upon an ancient array formation, barely visible. A glimmer of hope sparked in his heart. He activated a talisman and stepped into the array, his torch illuminating the vast chamber within. His breath hitched as he beheld a colossal stone stele, its surface gleaming like the finest jade.

"Could this be a heavenly treasure?" he wondered aloud, his voice echoing in the silent chamber. "An ancient relic, hidden in the heart of darkness. Perhaps my luck is finally turning."

As he approached the stele, it began to glow, illuminating the chamber with an ethereal light. The runes etched on its surface came alive, and in an instant, the world around him transformed. Before he could react, his senses were overwhelmed, and his consciousness slipped into oblivion. In the blink of an eye, his world, his cosmos, was reduced to nothingness.

Meanwhile, in the Divine Realm, twelve Immortal Emperors governed the world of Genesis. Among them, the most powerful was the Emperor of Destruction, known for his ruthless and domineering nature. In his Abyssal Plane, he sat on his throne, a child by his side.

"Father, how can I cultivate to become strong?" the boy, Feng Mu Chen, asked, his voice tinged with desperation. His father's gaze softened, a stark contrast to his usual cold demeanor.

"Chen'er, your power is both a blessing and a curse," he explained, his voice filled with regret. "You've inherited my power of destruction and your mother's power of creation. These opposing forces could tear your meridians apart. But fear not, once your divine roots awaken, you can begin your cultivation."

Before he could offer further consolation, Feng Mu Chen cried out in pain. His mind was flooded with new information, his body writhing in agony. The path to power was fraught with pain, but it was a path he was willing to tread, for the sake of his father, and for revenge.