**Chapter 1: The Echo of Singularity**
**Scene:** Darkness, the faint glimmer of stars in an empty cosmos. In the background, the deep, mysterious echo of a violin resonates from afar.
Time and distance held no meaning. Beyond countless universes, 'He' existed. A being who was now merely a thought, a consciousness. After billions of years of arduous penance, He had transcended the boundaries of 20 realms, reaching a place from where He could create or annihilate universes at His will. Around Him, cosmic energy danced in its purest form, like the divine choreography of a goddess.
He (whispering to Himself): "Singularity... the womb of the universe where time and space have no dominion."
He focused His ultimate power, every drop of His consciousness, into a single point. This was the climax of trillions of years, a moment that would never be repeated in history. He was about to break the final barrier, to enter the deepest mystery of the universe.
**Sound:** A sudden, violent shift in music: a sharp, terrifying sound, like a colossal pane of glass shattering in the sky. The sound was so piercing it could make the listener's soul tremble.
At that very instant, a golden, lethal aura pierced Him from behind. It was a familiar power, ancient, surging through His very veins.
He (startled, to Himself): "A disciple... one I myself taught\!"
Along with this betrayal, several divine beings, who called themselves 'gods', also attacked. In a single moment, the most powerful consciousness in the universe, once considered invincible, stood at the precipice of death.
He (His final thought, echoing through the cosmos): "Betrayal...\!"
The pressure of the Singularity, the birthplace of the universe, began to rapidly absorb His energy. The atoms of His body, one by one, began to scatter. His existence was fading, like grains of sand in the wind. But with His last ounce of strength, He enveloped His soul in a protective shell.
He (with pain and resolve): "I will not die...\!"
**Background Music:** A calm, melancholic piano melody blending with the sound of raindrops.
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**Chapter 2: The Rebirth of Lian Yu**
**Scene:** Realm 1, on Earth. A war-torn battlefield. It is dark and raining lightly. Hundreds of corpses are scattered around.
Silence enveloped the battlefield, broken only by the sound of raindrops. Among the hundreds of corpses lay the body of a young boy. His name was Lian Yu. The son of the great general of the 'Blade Clan', whose clan was now merely a memory. His eyes were open, but there was no light of life in them. His breathing had ceased.
Then, suddenly, a faint blue glow entered his body. It was a soul, carrying with it trillions of years of pain, betrayal, and boundless knowledge.
Lian Yu's eyes suddenly snapped open. A cold, unfamiliar glint shone within them.
**Music:** A sharp, intense piano chord that suddenly picks up pace.
He slowly pushed himself upwards. His body was weak, every muscle aching as if every bone had been broken. It was an ordinary, broken body, stained with blood and dirt. But his soul was filled with cosmic power. He could feel the pain, intense physical agony, but it couldn't distract him. Something else was now stirring in his mind.
Lian Yu looked at his hands. They were small and weak, nothing compared to the immense powers he had wielded before. He realized where he was—a lower-tier realm, a ruined clan. This was a new battlefield, a new life. A new, deep glint was in his eyes, like the ancient eyes of a hunter.
Lian Yu (his voice devoid of emotion, a cold vow): "I have returned...\!"
There was no sorrow in his voice, no anger, only a quiet, terrifying resolve. He could feel the pain, but the fire of revenge was now slowly burning in his soul. He knew this revenge would be like a slow burn, impossible to extinguish.
He bent down and picked up an old, broken sword, half-buried in the mud, with his fingers. Its gleam was dull, but as it came into his hand, it was filled with a new meaning.
Lian Yu (with determination in his eyes): "Those who betray me will burn in hell."
This was not the beginning of the end, but a new beginning—the dawn of an era fueled by the cold fire of vengeance, an era that now no one could stop.