Heaven God of Faizi Tian
Episode 2: The Flame Soul Stone – A Power Forgotten by the Heavens
The sun never rose on the village of Yunfeng that morning.
Smoke curled into the sky like the cries of the dead, as ashes rained softly over the burned ruins. Where once laughter and life filled the valley, now there was only silence and death.
Among the rubble, a boy knelt.
Faizi Tian's knees bled against the shattered stones. His hands were blackened with ash and blood. In his lap lay the last remnants of his mother's robe, her scent already fading in the wind.
He did not cry.
His tears had run dry.
He looked at the sky. No gods answered. No stars gave light.
Then his chest pulsed.
A faint red glow emerged from beneath his torn shirt. The same mark that had saved his life — the Flame Soul Stone — now beat in rhythm with his heart. It was warm, alive, and ancient.
Suddenly, a voice echoed inside his mind. Not spoken, but felt.
"You are chosen… Child of fire… In your hatred, awaken."
Faizi gasped. Pain shot through his body like lightning. His limbs stiffened, his back arched.
Then came the fire.
It exploded from within his chest, spreading through his veins, bones, and even his soul. He screamed, but the sound was swallowed by the wind.
Visions struck his mind:
A volcano erupting beneath the sea.
A man standing alone against ten thousand demons.
A blade forged in the heart of a sun.
A soul burning for vengeance.
The stone was not just an object. It was a remnant of a forgotten age — from a time before the gods ruled, when flame itself could shape fate.
It had found him. It had chosen him. And now… it was awakening him.
Faizi's body rose into the air.
His wounds closed. His muscles tightened. The ashes around him formed a ring of glowing embers. The broken wooden sword at his side caught fire — but it did not burn. Instead, it absorbed the flames, changing. Cracks spread across its surface, glowing with molten light.
When he landed back on the ground, everything had changed.
His eyes glowed with red fire. His body radiated heat. His aura — though untrained — felt like a wild beast struggling to break free.
Faizi looked at his hands. He could feel the power — raw and furious — coursing through his veins.
"I don't know what you are," he whispered to the stone in his chest, "but if you give me strength… I will use it. I will kill them all."
He picked up the sword.
A faint flame licked its edge. Not enough to frighten a true warrior — but more than any boy had ever held.
Suddenly, a crunch of leaves came from the trees. Faizi spun, eyes sharp.
A wounded demon, half-burned, crawled from the forest's edge — the same one that had killed his parents. Its black blood dripped onto the grass.
"You… you shouldn't be alive…" it hissed.
Faizi didn't answer.
He stepped forward, slowly, without fear.
The demon snarled and lunged.
Faizi raised the sword.
There was no technique. No cultivation style. Only rage.
He swung, and the flaming blade cut through the demon's neck.
The head rolled. The body fell.
Silence returned.
Faizi stood over the corpse, his breath heavy.
For the first time, he had taken a life. And yet, he felt no guilt.
He felt clarity.
"I'll hunt them. I'll train. I'll become stronger. Until the day no demon walks free."
"I swear it on their graves."
And so began the path of Faizi Tian — the flame-born orphan, wielder of forgotten power. His journey into cultivation started not with books or teachers, but with blood and vengeance.
The heavens had forgotten him.
But he… would never forget.