By DARK_KINGXU
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Xu Ming had never seen a sunrise.Not the way others did.
He'd only ever felt warmth on his face, heard the chatter of birds, and imagined the light. But now… now his world had cracked open like a shattered mirror.
No colors. No light.Only threads.
They danced before him, strands of glowing red, flickering blue, and rare pulses of gold. They wrapped around buildings, flowed through people's bodies, and pulsed in the earth itself.
It wasn't sight.
It was… something deeper. Something raw.
> "What… is this?" Xu Ming whispered, touching his face. His fingers paused at his eyes — no longer dull and clouded, but faintly glowing with lines like fractured jade.
Then came the pain. Deep, sharp — like lightning had carved open every nerve in his body. He stumbled, dropped to his knees, gasping.
> "You're still alive?"
That voice. He knew it.
Yun Fei.
The smug, arrogant son of the clan elder. The same one who had laughed while his friends beat Xu Ming half-dead behind the stables. The same one who called him a blind worm, unfit to walk under the same sky.
Xu Ming turned slowly.
And for the first time… he saw Yun Fei.
Not as others saw him. No — Xu Ming saw everything wrong with him.
His stance was sloppy. His shoulder was injured. His Qi was turbulent — arrogant and weakly controlled. And there — a red thread, pulsing wildly around Yun Fei's chest.
> "You… your eyes…" Yun Fei stepped back. "You were blind!"
Xu Ming didn't reply.
He moved. Not fast. Not graceful. Just certain.
One step forward. A breath in.
Then — a punch.
It wasn't a technique. Not yet. Just instinct and pain forged into motion. But it struck true.
The threads had shown him where to strike.
Crack.
Yun Fei flew back, coughing blood, hitting the stable wall with a thud. His sword clattered to the ground.
Xu Ming blinked, breathless.
The red thread snapped.
He didn't know what that meant. Not yet. But it felt… right.
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That night, he ran Into the forest. Away from the Yun Clan. Away from the slums, the shame, the eyes that never looked at him unless to spit.
The trees whispered in the wind, and his feet led him to an old stone well — overgrown, forgotten.
Some said it was cursed. Others said it was ancient.
Xu Ming sat at its edge, body shaking.
And for the first time, he tried to cultivate.
He didn't expect much. The elders had called his Qi core crippled. Lifeless.
But now, when he focused… something flickered.
A spark tiny and weak.But it was there.
Qi flowed. Threads pulsed. And his body — bruised, bleeding, broken — began to change.
Veins opened. Bones shifted. Muscles twitched and burned.And deep in his core, a presence stirred.
> "The blood… is waking up," he heard inside his mind."The Eye sees. The Flesh remembers. The Path begins."
Xu Ming clenched his fists.
He wasn't just going to survive.
He was going to rise.
And the heavens would break under his gaze.
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