Thunder split the sky.
Not ordinary thunder this lightning carried judgment.
Mo Tian stood alone on the blackened cliff, his robes torn, his body burned, blood sliding down his arm and dripping onto the stone below. Above him, the clouds churned like a living thing forming a colossal eye made of lightning.
Heaven was watching.
This again Mo Tian muttered calmly.
This was his third tribulation.
And he was only sixteen.
In the Azure Vast Continent, cultivation followed order.
Spiritual roots determined talent.
Bloodlines decided destiny.
Heaven's Will chose its favorites.
Mo Tian had none of it.
Born into the Mo Clan a minor cultivation family he was declared defective at birth.
No elemental root
No spiritual affinity
No destiny thread detectable by elders
Yet his body absorbed everything else.
Pain.
Hatred.
Malice.
Karma.
When others cultivated qi, Mo Tian cultivated resentment.
At age nine, he accidentally killed an elder.
Not out of rage.
Not out of fear.
The man simply tried to search his soul.
The moment the elder's spiritual sense touched Mo Tian's consciousness, his soul reacted violently.
The elder screamed once.
Then collapsed, his fate thread snapped cleanly, like rotten silk.
That was when Heaven noticed him.
At thirteen, a socalled "Heaven's Chosen" visited the Mo Clan.
Golden aura.
Dragon-shaped destiny.
Protected by invisible luck.
The boy mocked Mo Tian.
So Mo Tian tested a theory.
He touched the chosen one's wrist.
The golden aura dimmed.
Three days later, the boy died in a cultivation accident.
Mo Tian smiled for the first time.
Now Heaven roared above him.
Lightning descended not to test him but to erase him.
A punishment tribulation.
Mo Tian raised his head, eyes cold and clear.
So you've decided he said quietly.
The lightning struck.
Pain exploded through his body.
Bones shattered.
Meridians burned.
His soul felt like it was being torn apart.
But instead of resisting…
Mo Tian opened himself.
The lightning didn't destroy him.
It was absorbed.
His flesh drank it.
His soul devoured it.
His dantian twisted, forming something black and bottomless.
A voice echoed in his mind not Heaven's.
[Heaven Devouring Path awakened.]
[Host identified: Calamity-Class Existence.]
[Heaven's hostility detected.]
[Conversion complete: Tribulation to Nourishment.]
Mo Tian laughed.
Softly.
Dangerously.
Information flooded his mind.
Realm: Flesh of Sin
State: Initial
Effect:
Pain increases strength
Heavenly suppression converts into power
Morality erosion resistance: 100%
Mo Tian stood up.
The lightning stopped.
The clouds recoiled.
Heaven hesitated.
Mo Tian looked down at the Mo Clan far below the same clan that reported him to the sect, hoping Heaven would erase him.
They fear calamity," he said.
Then I'll begin here.
He stepped forward.
The cliff collapsed behind him, swallowed by void black energy.
This was not a hero's rise.
This was a villain's beginning.