The Nexus of Realm, a world revered by all the rulers of the universe. It is the core of all worlds. If one wishes to dominate all, they must first destroy the Nexus of Realm. For all the world's rulers and gods have witnessed the mortals of this world reach unimaginable heights of cultivation.
In the Nexus of Realm, mortals possess extraordinary power. Though still in the mortal realm, they can slay sacred beasts of immense strength. The levels of cultivation in this world are: Qi Sensing, Body Forging, Essence Unification, Law Manifestation, Cosmic Enlightenment. This is the pinnacle of mortal cultivation.
All rulers fear the advancement of mortals, for they could threaten even the gods. Yet, the celestial rulers of destiny and the gods do not despise their creations; instead, they cherish them. But there is one being whom all detest.
In this Nexus of Realm, so adored by the rulers, a child was born. However, upon his birth, the skies turned pitch black solely above his location, while other cities remained bright, as if the heavens and gods themselves loathed him.
The villagers panicked, for the dark clouds lingered only above the home of Qing Feng's parents, the child cursed by destiny and the gods from birth. They banished Qing Feng's parents far from the village, seeking to evade the wrath of the heavens.
In the Distance
Far from the village, a house stood firm atop the highest mountain, weathering the fierce winds. There, a young boy played amidst the beautiful flowers and lush greenery. He was Qing Feng, scorned by fate and the gods. With a smile etched on his face, he mused, "Ah, the flowers bloom so beautifully today. If only I could be as strong as these, perhaps I could become powerful."
Qing Feng heard approaching footsteps. He stood up, his face lighting up with joy. Turning around, his eyes sparkled as he saw his father standing there with a warm smile.
"Father, you're home?" he exclaimed with enthusiasm.
"Yes, my son. I came home early to spend time with you," his father replied, his face tinged with sadness and a wounded heart.
Qing Feng sensed his father's sorrow, and his expression turned worried. His mother watched from the doorway.
"Father, are you sad?" he asked with curiosity.
Qing Feng's father knew that his son had noticed his sadness. He wiped away the tears that threatened to fall. "No, son, I'm not sad. I just got dust in my eyes from the wind. Thank you for your concern, Qing Feng," he said, concealing his sorrow with a warm smile.
The innocent Qing Feng simply nodded and smiled at his father and mother, who had been watching from the doorway.
"Qing Feng, dear, come eat. Your father and I have prepared lunch," his mother called out.
Qing Feng and his father entered the house for lunch, though sorrow still lingered in the father's heart.
In the Dining Room
Qing Feng, his father, and his mother sat in the dining room. Qing Feng's eyes were filled with happiness, grateful to have been born into such a loving family. "Even though I have no talent, I'm lucky to have been born into a family filled with joy and without quarrels," he thought innocently.
His mother served rice for Qing Feng and his father, with a simple side dish of vegetables and bamboo shoots gathered by his father directly from nature. Qing Feng ate the bamboo shoots with gusto, his eyes sparkling with delight, for they were his favorite.
Bamboo shoots were Qing Feng's favorite, even when simply boiled in water from the river. His mother and father nearly wept watching him eat so heartily.
"We are so fortunate to have a child who accepts what he has," his father said, tears welling in his eyes.
His mother embraced Qing Feng's father, her face filled with sorrow, tears staining his shirt. "Yes, you're right, dear. We are blessed to have a child like Qing Feng. But we also feel guilty that he was born without any talent," she said with a weeping tone.
Qing Feng continued to eat the bamboo shoots, oblivious to his parents' tears and embrace. Meanwhile, in another world, an old man fought for his life.
In the Old Man's World
An old man was pursued by nine figures who relentlessly attacked him.
"BUDDHA'S PALM TECHNIQUE!" the old man roared.
Suddenly, his hands glowed brightly, forming a massive palm that hurtled toward the nine figures with incredible speed.
BOOM!
The explosion ripped through the sky, creating a violent storm and a gaping hole in the heavens.
"Damn, that old geezer, even poisoned, can still unleash such a powerful attack?" one of the pursuers exclaimed.
Instantly, the old man descended, stomping on a mountain below. Above, the nine figures still lived, battered but not defeated by the Buddha's Palm.
"You can't escape any longer, Yi Feng. Or should we call you 'teacher'?" the woman taunted.
Yi Feng was cornered by his former disciples and childhood friends, but he did not panic. A smile played on his lips.
"Oh, is that so? Then you're in for a surprise, for I'm about to unleash my ultimate technique!" Yi Feng declared with arrogance.
"Celestial Ice Avatar Technique!"
Behind Yi Feng, a colossal ice golem materialized. The aura it emitted was so intense that it seemed to freeze time itself.
"Crap, why is teacher using that technique?" the first disciple exclaimed with dread.
Yi Feng had always created his Avatars independently, without assistance. Though it took him thousands of years, he never gave up until he succeeded in creating his own through sheer will.
"Hey, you wretched disciples, why do your faces and bodies seem so blurry?" Yi Feng wondered aloud.
Instantly, Yi Feng swung his sword, followed by the Avatar. He slashed to the left.
SWOOSH!
The energy of the slash hurtled toward the nine disciples with incredible speed, faster than their eyes could follow.
BOOM!
The powerful explosion felled one of the pursuers, but the attack had also cracked the sky, turning the once-white firmament into a shattered void.
"So, this is the power of an Immortal Emperor?" one of them said in disbelief.
"Even though teacher has reached the Immortal Emperor realm, he still cannot enter the Nexus of Realm."
However, as Yi Feng prepared to strike again, a rift suddenly opened behind him. Yi Feng whirled around, spotting the small fissure. He saw a figure emerging from it, aiming a punch at him.
In an instant, Yi Feng's chest was pierced, blood gushing out, but not from the wound itself, but from the hand that had appeared within.
"Now, Yi Feng, you can finally rest. We shall be the rulers of this world, hahahaha," the figure sneered.
Yi Feng, resigned to his fate, suddenly remembered something. His eyes widened, filled with determination and arrogance.
"Hahahaha! You fools! Did you not notice the talisman on my chest?" a wicked smile spread across his face.
Everyone immediately noticed the yellow talisman with brown inscriptions on Yi Feng's chest.
BOOM!
The talisman exploded, transforming Yi Feng into a spirit. His disciples were furious.
"Damn you, you wretched old man!"
"Hahahaha, my pathetic disciples! Now I can finally depart in peace, bye-bye my beloved students," he said with a mocking grin.
Suddenly, Yi Feng was pulled toward something with an immense suction force, much to the disbelief of his disciples.
"Old man, we will hunt you down to the ends of the universe!" they vowed.
Yi Feng, now hurtling through space, looked resigned, unsure when he would stop.
Heading Toward the Nexus of Realm
After endless flight, Yi Feng finally saw a planet in the distance.
"Why does it look like I'm being pulled into the Nexus of Realm?" he questioned in disbelief.
Abruptly, his speed increased, sending Yi Feng into shock.
"Why am I suddenly accelerating?"
Yi Feng fell like a meteor toward the Nexus of Realm.
Within the Nexus of Realm
Upon entering the Nexus of Realm, Yi Feng did not enter a dead body, but a sealed sword.
"Damn, it seems I'll be trapped in this sword forever. Oh well, guess I'll just have to accept it," he said with resignation.
SWOOSH!
Yi Feng entered the Destiny-Defying Sword, a mysterious blade. Was this a good omen?
Why Were Yi Feng Betrayed by His Disciples and Childhood Friends? Why Was Qing Feng Cursed by Fate and the Gods?
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Chapter 1 Completed.