Origin

Origin

In a celestial realm perched high above a sprawling, ancient mountain, there existed a magnificent jade palace bathed in the soft embrace of starlight. This was no ordinary palace; it was a sanctuary of dreams and wonder, a place where the ethereal met the earthly.

Before a charming pavilion nestled within this celestial haven, two figures stood, their presence so striking that it etched itself into the very essence of anyone who happened to gaze upon them. This pair, both extraordinary in their own right, was a sight to behold.

The man, with features that transcended mere handsomeness, possessed a masculinity so rare it was like a treasure hidden away in the deepest caverns of the world. Though he stood in silence, his very being exuded an aura akin to an imposing mountain, casting its shadow over all who beheld it. Yet, his eyes held a gentle depth, like a serene pool of water that ran impossibly deep.

Beside him lay a woman of unparalleled beauty, her presence cloaked in layers of resplendent halos. Her attire was casual, but even the most ordinary of clothes couldn't conceal the regal magnificence she exuded. Together, they resembled a celestial couple, a living embodiment of eternal love, radiating an incomparable sense of beauty that transcended time itself.

Suddenly, the sweet cry of an infant echoed through the air. The woman gracefully rose from her place, casting a flawless smile at the man before her silhouette dissolved into thin air. In the blink of an eye, she reappeared by the man's side, cradling an infant in her arms. Her eyes sparkled with the warm glow of motherly love.

"Once, you could have ascended to the heavens, commanding the sun and moon, but you chose to journey with me across this vast world," the man confessed, his gaze capable of holding the entire cosmos, tinged with a hint of regret.

The woman's voice, pure and gentle, held a hint of laughter as she replied, "Why dwell on the past? When you crossed the formidable Heavenly Moat alone, all for a single glimpse of me, our fates were sealed. I was destined to be your companion for eternity."

The man shook his head, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "If I had known that our love would lead to such complications, I might have chosen a different path."

The woman's gaze remained unwavering as she spoke, "This isn't the man I fell in love with. The man I adored could challenge the heavens and the earth, possessed an indomitable spirit, and severed ties with the Ancient Primordial God Tribe in a fit of rage. With the power of a single man, he waged wars that caused even the heavens to tremble, striking fear into the hearts of immortals and demons alike. That man was Qin Yuanfeng."

Her words carried a profound warmth and gentleness, a testament to the enduring love that bound them together.

Qin Yuanfeng gazed out at the vast horizons, his heart heavy as if the sharpness he once possessed had been worn down over time.

The woman nestled comfortably in his embrace, placing their infant son between them as she smiled warmly. "For both me and our son, you've endured so much. If anyone should feel ashamed, it's me. Look at our son; one day, he'll stand tall and shape his own destiny. With determination in his heart and a sword in his hand, he'll become the master of his fate and the ruler of his own world."

"Master of his fate, ruler of his world," Qin Yuanfeng mused and then grinned. "Well, in that case, let's name him Wentian."

A peculiar gleam sparkled in the woman's eyes as she nodded playfully, cradling their infant son. "If you turn out to be ordinary, I hope you lead a peaceful life. But if you inherit your father's strength and courage, may you challenge the heavens, hold the sun and moon in your hands, traverse worlds, and even stand triumphant over the Divine Immortals and Demon Clans."

"Do you truly believe that?" Qin Yuanfeng turned to her, his voice gentle and full of curiosity.

"Mhm," she affirmed with a nod.

"Very well, then I shall bestow everything upon him," Qin Yuanfeng declared calmly. Little did he know that this casual statement would set in motion a wave of unprecedented events.

The woman's body trembled briefly, but she quickly regained her composure. A single tear rolled down her cheek, landing on their baby's face. Oblivious to the gravity of the moment, their infant son reached up with a tiny hand, as if trying to grasp something beyond his understanding, unaware of the profound decision his birth had inspired in his parents.

Radiant light burst forth, illuminating the surroundings. The woman slowly lifted their child toward the heavens, her form bathed in a dazzling rainbow light that outshone even the sun and moon.

Enveloped in this radiance, her ordinary attire transformed into resplendent garments, and a regal crown adorned her head, enhancing her already exquisite beauty to an otherworldly level. Her allure was so bewitching that onlookers dared not meet her gaze directly.

Overwhelmed by the sight, Qin Yuanfeng trembled involuntarily. Just as he was about to speak, the woman smiled and said, "Since you've made your decision, I must also offer something of equal value and accompany you. Even if we are condemned to eternal damnation, I only hope our child will rise through his own merit, not relying on our radiance. Yuanfeng, can you do that?"

The woman's smile held an irresistible charm, and for a moment, she seemed to revert to the woman she once was. Qin Yuanfeng gazed at her with a mixture of trepidation and determination, and in an instant, his body too radiated a brilliant light, as if his very life force was ablaze.

The fire threatened to consume his very life, its flames devouring his essence. The radiant energy he emitted blended with that of the woman beside him, soaring skyward, piercing through the heavenly dome. They stood there, locked in an unwavering gaze, their smiles serene. Despite the intensity of the moment, their hearts were strangely calm, all their hopes and blessings directed towards the precious infant cradled between them.

In the midst of this poignant scene, a figure appeared, dressed in somber black. Overwhelmed by the sight before him, he knelt down, tears streaming down his face. "Master, Madame, why must you both do this?"

"Uncle Black, you heard our conversation earlier," the man replied calmly. "If our son is destined for mediocrity, let him live a peaceful life, far from the burdens of our legacy. He should rely on his own strength to reach the heights. Only a few know of his existence. Take him away, ensure no one learns of his connection to me."

As he spoke, the man and the peerlessly beautiful woman continued to emit radiant light, infusing the infant with their very essence. Their eyes met, both filled with boundless love. The baby they held was the embodiment of their affection, and they were pouring their souls into him.

In this moment, a single tear rolled down the faces of both the man and the woman. The kneeling figure, too, wept silently, fully aware of the sacrifice they were making.

This was the culmination of a memory fragment, the point where Qin Wentian's consciousness was forcibly expelled from the tiny astral being.

A deafening rumble echoed.

Qin Wentian's aura erupted into chaos. Surrounded by a dazzling astral light, his eyes snapped open, tears glistening within.

Within the Monument Realm, all eyes turned to him, baffled by the turbulent astral energy and his unexpected reaction. What had transpired within Qin Wentian? Why was he responding in such a profound manner?

"Father, Mother," Qin Wentian whispered in his heart. The poignant scene he had witnessed was etched deep within his soul, an indelible mark he would carry forever. Finally, he had confirmed that the memories within the tiny astral being belonged to none other than his father. Moreover, he had glimpsed his mother for the first time.

How extraordinary they were! His father, the man who had severed ties with the Ancient Primordial God Clan and struck terror into the hearts of immortals and demons alike, stood before him. His mother, a celestial maiden from the heavens, radiating unmatched charm and beauty.

They had bestowed everything upon him, hoping he would rise through his own strength and triumph over the Divine Immortal and Demon Clans.

Qin Wentian couldn't tear his gaze away, a burning desire to know the end of the story consuming him. What had driven his parents to such extreme measures? He yearned to uncover the extraordinary power that had pushed them to command Uncle Black to take him away.

From a single fragment of memory, Qin Wentian glimpsed the soul-stirring and heart-wrenching tale of his parents. Sadly, his view into their past was limited.

A soft, melodic voice broke his reverie. "Are you all right?" Lou Bingyu's concerned words reached him, and Qin Wentian, still dazed, felt his aura steadying. He looked at her blankly, tear stains on his cheeks.

Lou Bingyu couldn't fathom what could have caused a young man like Qin Wentian, strong and confident, to shed tears. "Is something wrong?" she asked gently.

"Nothing," Qin Wentian replied, composed once more. He closed his eyes and resumed his cultivation, connecting with the runic lights that shimmered on the stone walls. In no time, a formidable astral energy enveloped him once again.

Lou Bingyu, still puzzled, watched him for a moment before finding her own spot to meditate. After some time, radiant light began to swirl around her as well. Others around them couldn't help but be astonished. Could Lou Bingyu also perceive the energy from the stone walls?

Qin Wentian, once more, directed his perception into the tiny astral being, diving deep in search of memory fragments. With his boundless astral energy, he targeted a particularly stubborn fragment, determined to unravel its secrets.

This fragment proved more resistant than the others, stubbornly withstanding his astral assault. Yet, Qin Wentian's thirst for knowledge about his father's experiences drove him forward. This moment was unique, a gift from the ranking monument's power. Under normal circumstances, his current cultivation level wouldn't grant him access to these fragments.

After relentless efforts, the astral memory fragment finally shattered. Qin Wentian's consciousness was overwhelmed by a torrent of memories that shook him to his core. The tiny astral being dimmed again, but this time, new memories had been etched into his mind. These weren't about his origins but depicted a complex diagram with various illustrations.

"Fiendgod Body Refinement Art," Qin Wentian read aloud, his eyes fixed on the four words. The Fiendgod Body Refinement Art was a supremely profound cultivation technique that harnessed the energy of fiendgods to fortify one's body.

It was evident that his father had left this memory for him, to be accessed when his strength reached a certain level. However, Qin Wentian had unlocked it earlier than expected.

"Fiendgod Body Refinement Art. I can cultivate this alongside the Fiendgod Heaven Suppression Art. They complement each other and can become an unparalleled cultivation technique." Qin Wentian understood the immense effort his father had put into planning for his future. The tiny astral being containing his father's memories was a priceless treasure.

In this moment, Qin Wentian's determination burned brighter than ever. The indelible images of those two awe-inspiring figures and their conversation would forever shape his path.