Amidst the distant noise of cars and the pale glow of São Paulo's buildings, a young man found himself completely immersed in another world.
His name was Júnior, and at that moment, nothing existed beyond the words on his screen.
The Ascension of the Supreme Cosmic Divinity — Chapter 347: The Return to the Heart of the Dao.
Júnior's eyes scanned each line as if they were portals.
With each sentence, his mind dove deeper.
He felt the weight of the words — the kingdoms, the gods, the immortals.
But that nite, something was different.
A strange chill ran down his spine.
The letters on the screen began to tremble... and then, they shone.
"The cultivator who understands the Chaos will return to the beginning of all things..."
For a moment, Júnior thot it was just fatigue.
But when he blinked, the world around him seemed to dissolve.
The walls of his room turned into mist, and the sound of the city disappeared.
All that remained was a white void.
And, at its center, a symbol slowly spun — a yin-yang lotus formed by light and shadow.
Júnior tried to scream, but his voice was swallowed by the silence.
The words he had just read echoed again, but now inside his mind —
clear, powerful, and inevitable:
"Anyone who reads the name of the Dao will be marked by it."
The lotus opened, and an invisible force pulled him inside.
His consciousness was torn, divided, multiplied in a thousand directions.
Memories that were not his emerged — cosmic battlefields, kneeling gods, collapsing worlds.
And in the midst of it all, he saw himself…
or rather, countless versions of himself, scattered across different dimensions, cultivating, fighting, dying.
"You are the bearer of the Chaotic Dao."
The voice resonated in his soul like the touch of an ancient thunder.
Then, everything went dark.
When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in São Paulo.
The sky was black, the air dense, and the ground pulsed beneath his feet —
as if the very world were breathing.
The young Júnior, a mere reader, was now in the midst of a universe where the laws of cultivation shaped reality.
And somewhere within himself, Chaos whispered his true name.