Before the first light of dawn, a cold mist swirled around the broken hut where Xuanyuan Zhen had taken refuge for years. Inside, the black spatial ring on his finger pulsed faintly, casting a faint dark glow across the worn floorboards.
Zhen sat cross-legged, eyes closed, focusing on the storm within his body. For five years, the twin forces that defined his existence had fought endlessly—
The Desolate Saint Body, with its golden sacred blood shining like molten sunlight, carrying the power of ruin and rebirth.
The Firmament Tyrant Body, with its deep purple domineering blood thundering like the crushing sky, born to dominate and obliterate.
These two forces, ancient and mighty, had torn his meridians apart since awakening. Pain and weakness had become his constant companions, and the clan had abandoned him to rot.
But tonight was different.
The "Trinity of Primordial Breath", a forbidden cultivation technique sealed within the black spatial ring, stirred to life.
Xuanyuan Zhen inhaled deeply, drawing in the three primordial breaths of creation:
The wild, untamed Primordial Chaos Qi, raw and boundless as creation itself.
The regal, immutable Grandmist Purple Qi, embodying the pre-creation state.
The dark heavy Mysterious Yellow Qi, the foundation of all creation.
As the three qi flooded into his shattered meridians, something incredible happened. Instead of destroying each other, the two physiques drank deeply from the triune energy, their conflict stilled by the power of the technique.
The golden sacred blood and the purple domineering flared, as they devoured the primordial essence.
The cultivation technique demanded vast amounts of energy—every pulse and breath consumed the primordial qi in torrents. Yet the reward was undeniable: broken meridians mended, veins of power rekindled, and his body growing stronger, surer.
A surge of power blasted through him as his cultivation level skyrocketed, leaping from the Mortal Realm to Body Refining Stage Five in one painful, glorious night.
His blood qi, now a vibrant tide of purple-gold, throbbed fiercely beneath his skin, overflowing with the strength of two ancient physiques finally harmonized.
But the price was clear—without continuous energy replenishment, the fragile balance would shatter, and the conflict would reignite.
Xuanyuan Zhen rose slowly, the fire of renewed life burning bright in his eyes. Outside, the world was cold and merciless—his clan, his father, and his mother had long since turned away.
He stepped out from the shadows of his hut into the biting cold night.
Tonight, he would hunt. Not just to survive… but to feed the saint and tyrant blood coursing through him, to fuel the Trinity of Primordial Breath that had resurrected him from ruin.