Wide shot of a misty mountain valley. A small village rests at the foot of towering peaks. Morning light filters through the clouds.
Caption:In the remote valley of Tianyue, life flows quietly… or at least, it should.
Yue Shen, sixteen, messy black hair, tired eyes, oversized sleeves, struggles to lift a heavy training log above his head. Sweat drips down his face.
Yue Shen (thought):Why does this feel heavier than yesterday?!
A group of villagers laugh at him.
Villager 1 (teasing): "Yue Shen! Even a newborn fox has more strength than you!"Villager 2: "He's hopeless! Maybe he should just carry water instead."
Yue Shen drops the log with a loud thud, hitting his foot. He yelps.
Yue Shen: "Ouch! I… I can still do it!"
An elderly mentor, Master Liang, watches silently from a distance, stroking his beard, slightly frowning.
Master Liang (thought):Still so weak… yet there's something about him…
Yue Shen tries basic cultivation—tiny flames flicker at his fingertips, immediately fizzling out.
Yue Shen (frustrated): "I can't even ignite a single flame! Why am I like this?!"
Suddenly, a strange gust of wind sweeps through the valley, twisting the mist unnaturally. Yue Shen is knocked off balance, tumbles back, and accidentally clutches a mysterious black-and-purple stone embedded in the ground.
Sound:CRACK!Yue Shen (shocked): "What… what is this?!"
The stone glows faintly. A purple aura pulses around Yue Shen's hand. His eyes widen.
Caption:Even the weakest spark can ignite a hidden power…
Villagers gasp from afar, pointing. Some fearful, some curious.
Villager 1: "That… that's impossible!"Villager 2: "Could it be… the last bloodline of the Moon Sect?"
Yue Shen sits on the ground, staring at his glowing hand, trembling but awed.
Yue Shen (whispering): "Me… powerful? No… that's impossible…"
Caption:The journey of the useless boy is about to begin…