The storm above the mountains raged like a wounded beast. Lightning clawed at the clouds, and the sky burned with the light of a thousand heavenly seals.
Xuan Tian stood in the rain, his robes torn, his breathing ragged.
The Blade of Creation hummed faintly in his hand — a sword of pure, living Qi, pulsing with defiance.
He had just slain the envoy of the Heavenly Hall — a being that was neither mortal nor divine. Its blood shimmered like molten starlight, dissolving into mist as it touched the earth.
But above him, the heavens had not gone silent.
They had awakened.
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The Voice of Heaven
A voice boomed across the world, cold and absolute — not spoken, but felt.
Every beast, mortal, and cultivator froze as the decree rippled through existence.
> "The Dao of Creation… has been forged by mortal hands.
The order of Heaven is broken.
From this day forth, Xuan Tian shall be marked… as the First Heretic."
The words echoed for miles. Even the mountains bowed under their weight.
Xuan Tian raised his gaze, rain streaking down his face. His heart thudded — not with fear, but fury.
> "Heaven fears what it cannot control."
He thrust his hand toward the sky. Qi surged from his body like an eruption, tearing through the clouds. For the first time, lightning bent away from a mortal — as if the storm itself hesitated.
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The Birth of the Godseed
Within his dantian, the Blade of Creation pulsed once, twice — then shattered.
Not from weakness, but transformation.
The fragments turned into countless luminous motes, merging into a swirling core of silver flame. Each pulse resonated with the world — creating something new, something forbidden.
> "A Godseed…" Xuan Tian whispered. "Born from my own Dao."
The moment it formed, reality trembled.
All cultivation paths across the continent wavered. Ancient sects saw their spiritual rivers reverse flow.
Heavenly treasures cracked open.
Even Immortals meditating in the higher realms gasped as a pressure unlike anything before pressed upon their souls.
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The World's Response
In the Golden Cloud Sect, elders gathered around a trembling mirror.
"Impossible," one said. "No mortal should have the right to forge a Godseed. That's the foundation of divinity itself!"
Another whispered, "He's not walking a path created by Heaven. He's creating Heaven."
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The Oath
Xuan Tian's voice carried across the silent mountains.
> "If Heaven calls me heretic… then I shall become the sin it fears most."
The winds roared. His Qi ignited in silver flame, rising like a storm that reached into the stars.
He closed his eyes — and when they opened again, they glowed with the light of creation itself.
> "I am Xuan Tian.
The Dao does not define me —
I define the Dao."
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Lightning shattered the heavens above.
The first mortal Godseed had been born.
And with it — the beginning of an age where Heaven itself would tremble before a man.
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