Fallen Heaven: Rise of Faizi Tian
Episode 5: Awakening of the Divine Flame
A deep silence spread across the ruined land where once laughter echoed. Only ashes now remained. The Faizi Syed Ancient Sect, once a peaceful corner of the continent, was now a burnt field of broken dreams. Yet deep beneath this cursed soil… something was still alive.
Faizi Tian lay unconscious under the rubble of his childhood home. His body was crushed, bleeding, motionless. But his soul... it was burning.
In the silent darkness of his mind, a flame flickered.
You are not dead yet... you are chosen.
A voice ancient and divine echoed inside his heart. A golden light surrounded him. The blood that had dried on his chest began to glow, and from within it, an invisible flame surged upward, cleansing the wounds and repairing his broken body.
As his eyes opened slowly, a golden-red light burst from them like fire escaping a sealed furnace.
He was alive.
But something had changed.
He could feel it in his breath, in his heartbeat. The world no longer looked the same. He could hear the whispers of the wind. The heat beneath the earth. The pain of the trees. The silence of the ashes.
He stood up slowly, surrounded by ruins and destruction. The place where his mother smiled, where his father trained him, was gone.
But now, he felt the flame of their souls still present.
He looked toward the destroyed gate of the sect and whispered, "I will rebuild everything. I will burn down every demon who caused this."
As he took one step forward, the ground beneath his feet cracked with energy. A formation hidden beneath the soil activated. Symbols of ancient flame arts lit up in a circular pattern under him.
From the center of the pattern rose a stone platform, and on it, an old scroll.
This scroll carried the first divine flame technique of the Faizi Syed Ancient Sect. It was meant only for the heir of the sect master. But the sect master was dead. Faizi Tian was the last one left.
He reached for the scroll. The moment his fingers touched it, fire surged through his arms and into his veins. His body shook, and memories—no, visions—of ancient flame battles flashed before his eyes.
The technique was called Flame Soul Breathing.
It was a foundation skill. But for Faizi Tian, it became the beginning of something more.
He sat down and began practicing, letting the flame circulate through his broken meridians. Every breath pulled fire from the air. Every exhale spread heat around him.
He continued for hours.
By the time the sun fell behind the mountains, Faizi Tian had stepped into the Ember Root Realm.
His first cultivation breakthrough.
But unlike others, who celebrated with joy, Faizi Tian opened his eyes with silence. His heart was not filled with happiness—it burned with vengeance, sorrow, and purpose.
"I will rise," he said, standing tall in front of the broken gate.
"I will make them pay. I will build this sect again. And I will become the god of flame this world has never seen."
That night, the ruins glowed with fire once again. But this time, it wasn't destruction.
It was the beginning of his rise.