The forest was quiet again.
The chaos of his rebirth had ended, leaving only smoking craters where trees once stood. Blackened bones of beasts littered the ground, their essence already absorbed into his veins.
The boy sat cross-legged upon a jagged rock, his breathing calm but deep, each exhale resonating with the pulse of the world. His body no longer belonged to mortals; his very flesh radiated a faint darkness, like a bottomless abyss hidden beneath fragile skin.
[System Notification: Cultivation functions unlocked.]
[Paths available: Body Cultivation, Qi Cultivation, Soul Cultivation.]
[Recommendation: Merge all three into Tri-Path of Chaos.]
His lips curved into the faintest smile.
"System… you were the last gift she left me, weren't you?"
He remembered the image of his mother's final gaze, the warmth in her eyes before the world dragged her to execution. That memory hardened his heart, pressing into his chest like a blade that would never dull.
"I will never kneel to Heaven."
His voice was steady, ruthless. "I will walk my own path, even if it means drowning the Omniverse in blood."
Thus began his training.
The forest, filled with cursed beasts and demonic entities, became both his prison and his forge. Each day was survival, each night slaughter. His claws tore apart wolves of shadow; his teeth sank into serpent kings, devouring their cores to refine his bloodline.
His body cultivation advanced unnaturally fast. The Abyssal Eternity Body tempered itself by drinking poison, enduring venom, and healing from wounds that should have killed lesser beings. He bled rivers, yet each drop reforged him stronger than steel.
Within five years, his flesh grew harder than black iron. Within ten, his blood had become molten chaos, capable of dissolving poison and essence alike.
The system guided him with cold precision:
[Body Realm: Tempered Bone (Peak).]
[Qi Realm: Foundation Establishment (Late).]
[Soul Realm: Awakening (Mid).]
But cultivation was not his only growth.
Weapons began to call to him. At first, crude blades scavenged from beast bones. Later, broken swords corroded by time, and a shattered scythe dug from beneath a ruined shrine. He wielded them in silence, slaughtering, refining his movements through instinct.
The more he killed, the sharper his intent grew. Until one day, even without a weapon, his hand could slice stone like silk. His aura carried shadows of blades—swords that cut truth, scythes that reaped existence.
The forest itself whispered of his presence: The Calamity trains here. The forest bleeds for him.
By the fifteenth year, he was no longer a boy but a predator cloaked in human form. He moved with the patience of a hunter, eyes cold, never wasting a motion. His cultivation reached the threshold where mortals could no longer touch him.
[System Update: Host has entered Core Formation Realm.]
[Status: Origin Core Perfection.]
[Warning: Host's breakthrough speed defies Heavenly Mandate.]
[Heavenly Tribulation will descend if host attempts further progress without concealment.]
Lightning stirred in the skies above, faint, watching him. The heavens knew.
He smirked, lifting his head toward the storm clouds.
"Not yet," he murmured. "I will not let you see me until I am ready to tear you apart."
His eyes glowed faint crimson, and the storm dispersed as if the sky itself feared his defiance.
Far away, in the unreachable heavens of the Omniverse…
A child was born within the Supreme Universe of Origin Dao, cradled by one of the most powerful sects in existence—The Eternal Heaven Sect. The moment of his birth, golden lotus bloomed across galaxies, and ten thousand stars bowed their light toward the sect's holy grounds.
The elders declared him the Son of Heaven's Mandate, destined to ascend as the Omniverse's savior. His first breath carried the resonance of laws themselves, and the Dao itself wept in joy.
The world celebrated. Destiny sang of a hero who would rise above all.
But destiny never mentioned the shadow being forged in blood and silence, deep in the forest of a High-Grade Universe.
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That night, our MC sat beneath a blackened tree, his weapons beside him, his breath steady.
Twenty years had passed in silence and blood. From abandoned corpse to calamity reborn, he had carved his name in the forest's shadows.
But the forest was no longer enough. His hunger reached further, beyond the mountains, beyond the seas. The omniverse awaited him, and his path of slaughter had only just begun.
"Mother," he whispered into the void, his hand clenching into a fist.
"I will paint the stars in blood for you."
And thus, the calamity stepped out of the forest, his cultivation perfected to the Core Formation Realm, his scythe and sword intent sharp enough to split both soul and stone.
The world beyond had yet to realize:
A storm had been forged in silence, and now it was ready to sweep across creation.
And somewhere, far above, a light-born hero grew stronger day by day, never knowing that his destined rival had already begun walking the path of blood.