The world was silent after the storm.
No wind. No sound. Even the air seemed afraid to move.
Xuan Tian sat motionless among the ruins, his body torn, his spirit flickering like a dying flame.
The Blade of Creation — cracked, faintly glowing — rested on his lap.
His breath was shallow, but his will had not broken.
> "Heaven's will… trembled before me."
He smiled weakly, blood trickling from the corner of his lips.
But deep inside his dantian — where his Qi should have been still — something stirred.
A faint golden light pulsed at the core of his being, expanding with every heartbeat.
It wasn't his Qi.
It was something beyond Qi — beyond mortal understanding.
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The Whisper in the Void
Suddenly, the air froze.
A voice echoed through his consciousness — calm, ancient, and resonant.
> "Child of Defiance… your spark has awakened the seed of origin."
Xuan Tian's eyes snapped open.
> "Who are you?"
> "I am the echo of what once was — the remnant will of the First Dao."
Images flashed through his mind — stars being born, worlds collapsing, divine beings kneeling before a formless figure bathed in light.
> "Before Heaven was law, before Dao was named… there was Creation."
The golden light in his dantian flared, sending waves of power through his body. His wounds began to close; his Qi surged to new heights.
The mountain trembled again, sensing the awakening of something forbidden.
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The Godseed's Revelation
> "This light… what is it?"
> "A Godseed. A fragment of the Primordial Source — the essence that gave birth to all Daos."
> "You, Xuan Tian, have become its vessel."
He stared at his trembling hands. The Blade of Creation began to hum softly, resonating with the seed inside him.
Golden runes appeared across his skin, ancient and unreadable.
For the first time, he could see the structure of the Dao itself — the threads of reality interwoven like silk strands around him.
> "The Dao… it's alive."
> "Indeed. And you have taken your first step toward becoming what the heavens fear most — a Creator beyond the Dao."
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The Mark of Heaven
But the heavens were not silent.
Far above the clouds, the Celestial Edict Palace erupted in light.
The divine scribes screamed as an unholy symbol appeared on the heavenly records — the Mark of Defiance, glowing crimson.
> "He survived the Judgment."
"The Godseed has chosen a mortal vessel…"
From the depths of the void, a colossal eye opened — vast enough to eclipse the stars.
It gazed upon the mortal world, its gaze burning with fury and fear.
> "Erase him… before the cycle is broken again."
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The Awakening
In the mortal realm, Xuan Tian rose to his feet.
The earth around him cracked with every step. His aura, once faint, now radiated across miles — vast, suffocating, divine.
> "Erase me?"
He clenched his fist. The mountains responded. The air vibrated. Even the heavens above flickered.
> "Then come."
"Let Heaven, Earth, and all existence bear witness."
The Blade of Creation ignited, reborn with the golden flame of the Godseed.
It pulsed with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat — as if it were alive.
> "I am no longer bound by Heaven's law."
"From this day forth… I am the Law."
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The End of Silence
Somewhere far beyond mortal sight, countless worlds shuddered.
Old gods whispered his name.
And deep within the void, the slumbering will of the First Creator stirred faintly, as if recognizing a familiar spark.
> "So… another one has awakened."
The story of the Dao Creator had just taken its first true step toward divinity — and damnation.
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