It is said that high above, in the Ninth Heaven of the Divine Realm, hidden among cloud-wreathed celestial mountains, there stood a vast palace belonging to the Heavenly Emperor.
Within that sacred place lived a nameless servant boy. He had no known origin, no noble bloodline, and no divine inheritance. He was merely an orphan of the Divine Realm, taken in out of compassion by the Heavenly Emperor himself.
Day after day, he lived in that palace. His duties were simple: sweeping fallen leaves, pouring tea, tending incense flames. In short, he kept the place clean and serene.
No one paid him any heed.
No one taught him any Dao.
And yet, after each day's chores, he would quietly sit on the jade steps, gazing up at the drifting clouds. He listened to the distant chants of Daoist scripture echoing from the golden halls, where the Heavenly Emperor taught his disciples.
But then, one night… everything changed.
