Chapter 0001 Prologue
A soul drifted endlessly within the Dao Reincarnation Cycle.
Rejected by the Heavenly Dao itself, it wandered without consciousness for countless eons—millions of years by the standards of reincarnation.
But this soul was unlike any other.
Where ordinary souls were cleansed and reborn, it devoured all that it touched.
Discarded memories of ancient experts.
Fragmented legacies lost to forgotten eras.
Broken laws of heaven and fragments of shattered principles.
Nothing escaped its hunger.
What was supposed to dissolve into nothingness was consumed instead, refined into the purest source of reliance.
Time became meaningless.
A single heartbeat could last a thousand years. A thousand years could pass in silence like a breath.
Over time, the wandering soul transformed, growing so strong it nearly condensed into an embryonic embodiment of Heaven itself.
The void trembled.
And then—
KKAAKKKKKIIIIIIIIKAAAAA!
RRRUUUMMMBBBLLEE!
KA-BOOOOOOOOOOMMM!
A roar shook the very foundations of existence.
From the heart of the infinite void, reality trembled.
Time and space collapsed.
The heavenly rules twisted.
The gods themselves shuddered as the Heavenly Dao resisted a terrifying, unknown intrusion.
To most beings across the multiverse, the event lasted less than a fraction of a millisecond, dismissed as illusion.
But to the Paragon Gods, it was no illusion.
It was a ripple.
An omen.
An opportunity.
And thus, a game of schemes and merciless calculations began.
Amidst the chaos, the wandering soul slipped unnoticed through the multiversal planes.
Even the Heavenly Dao failed to sense it.
It merged with the void, its presence soft yet irresistible, and settled at the very edge of one of many planes.
That plane was vast—
Thousands of Supreme-ranked worlds.
Hundreds of thousands of Upper-ranked worlds.
Millions of Middle-ranked worlds.
Trillions of Mortal-ranked worlds.
And within it, the soul descended into a mysterious Middle-ranked world known as the Heavenly Soundless World, divided into four great domains: North, South, East, and West.
Western Domain
Among its twenty-six continents lay the Raising Continent, split into three regions:
The Iron-Blood Region
The Utmost Purity Region
The Mirage Region Mirage Region
Here, countless dynasties, kingdoms, sects, religions, and untrodden paths thrived.
Within the Azure Kingdom, in Lou County, on the outskirts of the ominous Sound Doom Forest, stood an ancient but declining sect: the Ultimate Unity Sect.
Though it claimed roots older than the kingdom itself, it had long since withered.
Of its nine great halls, only one remained active—
The weakest: Luminary Hall, stationed atop Luminary Peak.
Its master, Peak Lord Gou, carried a reputation for mystery.
The other eight halls remained veiled in silence, rarely spoken of.
The sect had once shaken dynasties. Now, it could barely guard its own mountain.
Inside a tattered room on Luminary Peak lay a sickly youth of fifteen or sixteen.
His complexion pale, his body frail.
His name was Wei Shiyan.
Five years earlier, Peak Lord Gou had returned with this boy, then only ten, broken and crippled. None in the sect dared ask about his origins.
But Wei Shiyan was not ordinary.
He had awakened memories of a previous life—
A life from Earth.
Born weak and plagued by illness, he had forgotten his early years.
But when his past-life memories resurfaced, it was as though shackles had shattered.
He finally understood the world around him—
Yet his health did not improve.
He remembered only fragments:
His parents, covered in blood, slain before his eyes.
A battle so overwhelming that he fainted from the shockwaves.
When he awoke, his parents were gone, and he was within the sect.
No noble background.
No innate heavenly veins for cultivation.
A body wrecked by instability.
And worst of all—
No system.
In his past life, he had been a novel enthusiast, obsessed with system novels, dreaming of obtaining a system to guide him through a world of cruelty, treachery, and ambition.
But reality struck harder than fiction.
Yesterday, for the first time, he witnessed the true horrors hidden within this world—an elder from a rival sect annihilated dozens with a flick of his finger.
And the fragile security of the Ultimate Unity Sect made a cold chill crawl down his spine.
Even the strongest of Luminary Hall could barely resist such pressure. What about him?
A cripple with nothing but a dying body and borrowed fragments of Earth memories?
He clenched his fists under the ragged blanket.
His lips trembled, voice too faint to reach even his own ears.
"...No family. No friends. Not even a system..."
Silence filled the room.
But somewhere deep within his sea of consciousness, something stirred, something that he knows nothing about.. his core being.
A ripple.
A spark.
A murmur against the void.
"Then I will create one myself..."