The cold winds howled across the remote cliffside, carrying with them the scent of dust and decay. At the very edge, a youth sat cross-legged, his thin frame silhouetted against the dying sun. His once-bright eyes were now dull, as if life had been drained from them long ago.
Xuanyuan Zhen, fifteen years of age, had once been the clan's greatest hope—until the heavens cursed him. Born with two legendary physiques, the Desolate Saint Body and the Firmament Tyrant Body, he should have soared above all geniuses. Yet, the moment these two ancient forces awakened within him, they clashed violently, crippling his meridians and shattering his dantian.
Five years had passed since that day. Five years of humiliation, pity, and cold indifference.
The Xuanyuan Clan, once eager to claim him as their prodigy, now looked at him as a stain. All attention had shifted to his cousin, Xuanyuan Hao, who had awakened the mythical Supreme Bone. While Xuanyuan Hao was celebrated as the future sovereign, Zhen was left to rot in a forgotten corner of the clan estate.
The only thing Zhen still possessed from his past was a pitch-black spatial ring—an heirloom given to him on his tenth birthday by his father, Xuanyuan Wudi, and mother, Gu Wanyue, before they vanished on a mysterious journey. For five years, the ring had been silent, as if mocking his helplessness.
Until tonight.
As the twilight deepened, a faint pulse emanated from the ring, like a heartbeat echoing in his palm. A cold yet ancient voice whispered in the depths of his soul.
'Trinity of primordial breath '
The ring's surface blazed with black light, swallowing Zhen's consciousness.
In that instant, he saw visions—chaos before creation, a swirl of Primordial Chaos Qi, the essence of all creation, the noble radiance of Grandmist Purple Qi which existed even before creation began , and the steady glow of Mysterious Yellow Qi that formed the foundation of the universe.
When Zhen awoke, an archaic scroll floated before him, its words blazing with multicolored runes:
"Trinity of Primordial Breath"
Absorb the essence of creation. Refine the breath of the beginning. Create the strongest foundation. Transcend the shackles of heaven.
For the first time in five years, a faint smile tugged at Xuanyuan Zhen's lips.
The world had abandoned him.
Now… he would return the favour.