Volume : The Birth of the Heavenless.
Chapter : 1
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In the endless vastness of the cosmic ocean.
Where space and time lose all meaning, life and existence begin to follow a strange rhythm, that doesn't have logic.
It is no longer governed by logic, but by Him alone and only.
From His perspective, an existence that lives and possesses everything is nothing more than a grand cycle; of stars, worlds, universes, and even multiverses.
All rise, shine brightly, and eventually fade into eternal silence, only to be born again.
And it is said that soul are anādi (beginningless) and ananta (endless).
What is born and dies is only the body, not the soul.
This is the cycle of Samsāra: the eternal wheel of birth, death, and rebirth.
It is the root of suffering for sentient beings, binding them to illusion and attachment.
Opposite to this stands a path that leads to liberation; the holy pursuit of Moksha: a state beyond pain, beyond time, even beyond itself.
But such freedom is not easily attained, not even by gods, demons, mortals, or immortals. Even they are ensnared by Samsāra.
So, Creation and destruction of the universe happens in endless cycles (Kalpas), but souls simply enter, exit, and recycle through these.
Somewhere in the corner of boundless expanse of the cosmic ocean, there exists a universe known as the Heavenly Immortal Universe.
It is a divine tapestry, woven from countless universes and galaxies, layered with innumerable realms and pocket dimensions.
Yet, even such a colossal system is not immune to disruption.
Without warning, an unknown force begins to stir within the Heavenly Immortal Universe.
Somewhere within it lies a spirit river galaxy, and within that galaxy, a world known as the Desolate Mystic World.
Desolate Mystic World : Southern Realm
The Desolate Mystic World contains many continents, three of which are inhabited primarily by humans.
Among them resides the Qíng Clan :one of the strongest human clans in the entire Desolate Mystic World, having ruled the southern region for millions of years.
And today, an auspicious event is about to unfold for the entire Qíng clan.
What is it?
It is the birth of the patriarch's child. It is known that the wife of the patriarch is pregnant; with twins.
In the room of the patriarch..."Miss, come on, push… harder… you can do it!" The midwife urged, speaking to the patriarch's wife.
An hour later…
"Patriarch, the twins have been born," the midwife said, cradling the two newborns, each wrapped in blue and red silk.
She handed them to Qing Feng, the patriarch of the Qíng Clan.
Qing Feng took them into his arms and laughed heartily, then turned to the midwife and asked:
"How is she? And which one is older?"
"Patriarch, the madam is fine. And the child wrapped in red is elders child and blue is youngest." The mid wife bowed to Qíng Feng and told.
Haha....!
Qíng Feng laughed, then took out a storage ring and handed to the midwife, who came to tell him and gave child in his hand.
Qing Feng looked at the two child in his arm, who were sleeping and couldn't help smiling.
His appearance was now not the like the person, who has destroyed the entire the clan and sect just for his people and ego but a man who has finally formed his family.
At this time, a middle aged person came in front of the Qíng Feng and looked at him.
"Feng'er, indeed there is the twins. Haha...let me give the name two of them."
"The child in the red one, looks a like a dragon, so let's give him the Qíng Long. And the child in blue, looks that, he have the blessings of the heaven, so the name is given Qíng Tian."
"Ahah...thses two child will bear the responsibility of heaven itself and Qing Clan too."
Haha..the father rod the Qing Feng, Qing Wang, gave the name to the little ones and laughed heartedly.
"Haha... Supreme elder Wang, looks like you have already the namesd the the dragons and heaven. It is really good." At thimez few elder of the Qing clan also came.
Qing Feng placed both the child in his arms of his father Qing Wang, and went inside of the room where his wife was lying on the bed, and looking exhausted.
Qing Feng came beside her and sat.
"Wife, are you feeling okay?" Qing Feng helding the hand of the wife, when she had just given birth to his child, he asked.
Ji Yuyue, lying on the bed opened her eyes and looked at her handsome husband smiled lightly, even with the pain on her face.
"Husband, I am fine. It is just the exhausted after giving the birth. Anyways, where the babies?" She frowned for a moment, when she saw, there were no child with him.
"Haha...Yuyue, don't worry, both child is now been examined by the father and clan elders. They are testing the bloodline and physique, searching if anyone has have awakened." Caressing her hair, Qing Feng smiled slightly.
"Okay....!" After hearing what her husband said, she nodded but was also happy, hoping that her child would awaken powerfull physique and have talent that could dominate the world.
"Wife, any ways, father has given the name of child. The elder child got the name of the Qing Long and younger one Qing Tian."
Remembering something, he quickly said.
"Uh...they even got their name..!" Although she was surprised, that they didn't even got her constent, before giving name to her child.
But she also know, this is one strongest family present on the entire Desolate Mystic world. Although she is in the realm of saints, there are many people present in the clan, there are Saint King, even the mighty Quasi Emperor.
Although none of the Quasi God Emperors usually came out, most of them were sleeping to delay their aging so they could protect the clan when needed.
Okay, but after hearing the name of the both child, although it was good but she didn't expected that both of them were boys, she was expecting that one child, especially the younger one should be girl, that would make her family more better.
But since, the heavens wants, she couldn't do either.
She could only hope, that if she want in the future, she might have a daughter.
After talking for some time, Qing Feng finally left the courtyard and went towards the clan's ancestral grounds, where his father had taken his children to examine their talents.
Celestial Heart Pavelion
Soon, he came before six people, nodded to them, and then sat in the patriarch's seat, looking at the six gathered there.
"Haha... Qing Feng, you have done well. From looking at the children, we can obviously tell they have a good bloodline, and they might awaken a high-level bloodline even at this young age."
At this time, an old man in his fifties spoke. Although he was only an elder, all of them were at least one generation, sometimes several, older than Qing Feng himself, so most of them addressed him directly by name.
"Thank you, Elders." When he heard their praises, he smiled slightly and thanked them in return.
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However, there was something no one knew.
In that moment, somewhere beyond the physical, in a patch of nothingness so ancient and long at rest that even light would not stumble upon it, it was so infinitely black that the flicker of a single flame could illuminate creation itself.
And in that infinitude of blackness, things sat.
They were unyielding.
Immense.
Neither dead nor living, only relics of a time gone by.
Creatures and things that had once rattled the pillars of the universe. Now, they rested in this forgotten womb of nothingness, in sleep, until something... called.
They were all looking in the same direction, towards the Desolate Mystic World, towards a newborn, wrapped in a sea of silk and silence.
A breath of absolute cold traveled through the void. It came from a figure covered in shadow, impossibly indistinct and void of shape, as if it were made from collapsing stars.
"...Hmph."
A low whisper floated through, slow and laborious, like a piece of metal boring against the fabric of time.
"Finally... something to watch."As the words faded back into the darkness, a pulse of shadow radiated into the void, like ripples across a black sea. The entire space trembled, then vanished.
The darkness deepened, as if the very fabric of space had recoiled.
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Meanwhile, far away in existence, in a reality beyond the Desolate Mystic World, a solitary man stood at the edge of a starry terrace.
He was middle-aged, but not in a way that could be accurately described : if his eyes were homes to stars, then his breath stirred distant winds, and time and space folded themselves around him.
Though there was no wind, his robes billowed, speaking in an unremembered tongue over a distance only the gods could fathom.
He slowly raised his head and searched the distant sky, toward the same place the castaways were staring.
A faint smile touched his lips, though sadness crossed his eyes.
"The harbinger of a new era has arrived," he said softly.
"Let us see... if you are the one we have been waiting for. I do hope you will not disappoint us."
Though his voice was lost in the vast expanse of the cosmos, somewhere, an unaware child slept under the torn glory of shattered skies, in a silence less than sound, wrapped in red.
Desolate Mystic World
Qíng Clan : Celestial Heart Pavilion
As the final sounds of joy permeated the sacred atmosphere, the elders surrounded Qing Feng, fawning over the newborn cloaked in scarlet silk.
Yet before the warmth of joy could settle in their hearts.
Time shuddered.
A surge cleaved through space like a knife skimming across water.
A man stepped through the fissure, middle-aged and draped in plain deep gray robes, yet his presence carried a weight heavier than a dormant mountain tilting above them.
"Greetings, Elder Yun!" they exclaimed in unison.
He offered a slight nod in greeting, his expression somber, concealing all emotion. His mirthless eyes, clear as a mirror yet fathomless as the void, examined the two children in Qing Feng's embrace.
The warmth that had filled the hall just moments ago evaporated into a chilling stillness.
He stepped forward, and for a brief moment, his presence dimmed the light of the spirit lanterns soaring in the air. A profound silence followed.
Elder Yun spoke, his steady voice carrying an unmistakable heaviness.
"These children… must be treated with great caution. One carries a burden beyond your comprehension."
His words cracked like distant thunder, yet within them was nothing but calm.
This time, Qing Wang, the father of Qing Feng; looked up at Elder Yun in the void, arched his hands in salute, bowed, and asked, "May I ask… which of these two children carries that hope?"
Although Qing Wang was the Supreme Elder of the Qing Clan, his cultivation was still lower than that of the man before him.
Elder Yun had reached the Quasi God Emperor Realm, while Qing Wang was only in the Saint King Realm, more precisely, the Dao Domain stage of the Saint King Realm.
Not to mention, the identity of the man who had personally come to the Qing Clan was not one to be treated lightly.
The Qing Clan might not fear him, but proper etiquette had to be upheld.
Elder Yun looked at the two children. Though he did not wish to speak, he finally did.
He pointed to one of the children, resting on a double swing that floated in the air, and said,
"Him… he will be our hope…!"
"Within thirty years from now… the Desolate Mystic World will endure disaster. Not merely a worldly calamity, nor an immortal war, but calamity itself, one with the power to alter existence. He may be… a beacon of light… or rather, a blade."
A pause.
"Raise him well. Fate does not wait anymore, and Heaven does not forgive anymore."
And just like that, he vanished, like mist beneath the first light of dawn.
"Raise him well. Fate does not wait anymore, and Heaven does not forgive anymore."
Hearing the words of the elder Yun, who has already disappeared, all the people present there looked at the child in the arm of Qing Feng and try to comprehend the meaning of this.
"This...what does that mean....?" All the people looked at each other and nodded at each other with heavy expression, understanding something deeply.
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End of the chapter!!!
A/N : Who is the main protagonist, Qing Long or Qing Tian?