Absolute silence.
Neither sound, nor time, nor light. Just the infinite void.
Within that unfathomable void, a dormant consciousness began to shine, faint as a spark lost in the abyss. Gradually, the glow intensified... and a name echoed within the void.
Jun... Tian..."
The sound reverberated like a spiritual thunder. A flash pierced the void, and slowly, fragments of memories merged — the Earth, its former mortal body, its ordinary life. Everything was disappearing, dissolving like dust before the wind of destiny.
When he opened his eyes — if he still had eyes — Jun Tian saw something unimaginable: the void taking shape.
From a distant point, nine petals slowly emerged, spiraling. Each one emanated a glow that tore thru the abyss.
Seven of them danced in a harmonious rhythm — red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet — the colors of the rainbow, pulsating with vibrant energy.
But two other petals stood out: one black as the abyss, and another white as eternal light. When they touched, the Yin-Yang symbol spun at the center of the flower, balancing the forces that sustained existence.
Jun Tian felt something within him tremble.
An indescribable energy infiltrated his soul. It wasn't Qi. It wasn't spirituality. It was the primary essence of all laws.
"The Dao of Chaos..."
"This... is the origin of everything."
Suddenly, his soul was pulled into the interior of the lotus.
Scenes began to unfold before his eyes — the creation of the world, the separation of light and darkness, the birth of laws, the dance of cosmic energies.
He saw rivers of stars flowing in infinite spirals, worlds being born and dying in a single breath.
And then... a voice echoed.
"He who awakens in the void... he who sees the nine colors... will be the bearer of the Dao that precedes the heavens."
"Jun Tian, your name will echo thru the ages." For you are the Son of Chaos.
A tremendous force took hold of him. His soul trembled, as if it were not worthy of bearing such truth.
The symbol of Yin-Yang spun within his chest, balancing light and darkness in perfect harmony. The remaining seven colors enveloped him, infusing his essence with the primordial elemental laws.
Wind, Fire, Water, Earth, Light, Darkness... and Time.
Each of them carved a rune into their soul.
Her spiritual body began to shine with nine different hues.
"Understanding... absolute..." he murmured, amazed.
It was as if every particle in the universe were speaking to him. As if the void were teaching him the secrets of being and non-being.
"So... this is how the heavens move... this is how the Dao breathes..."
Suddenly, the sound of cosmic bells echoed.
The Lotus turned, and one of its petals touched his forehead.
Instantaneously, his spiritual sea began to form — not with Qi mist, but with chaotic currents that united all essences.
It was a vast sea, without edges, reflecting the void itself.
And in its center, the Lotus of the Nine Colors floated serenely, spinning slowly.
"The Lotus of the Chaotic Dao... it fused with my soul..."
Jun Tian realized that, from that moment on, he would never be like any other cultivator.
His soul contained the origin of balance.
His understandings would flow like rivers without obstacles.
And each step he took on the path of cultivation would bring him closer not only to strength... but to the truth of the cosmos.
A deep feeling of connection enveloped him — he could feel each star pulsing, each fragment of energy breathing with him.
"So this is the Dao..." he whispered. "It's not power." It's understanding.
The Lotus spun once more. And with it, the void around twisted.
Space and time began to form — distant worlds, sealed dimensions, realms blossoming from nothing.
And at the center of this universal birth, Jun Tian floated, the first cultivator of the Chaotic Dao, the one who would transcend all rules.
One last voice echoed, coming from the heart of the flower:
"Jun Tian..." Child of Chaos... one day, your eyes will see beyond the heavens. And when that happens... even the Gods will tremble.
When the words disappeared, the Lotus plunged into her soul, becoming an ethereal symbol upon her spiritual sea.
Her body began to take shape.
First, a shadow. Then, flesh and blood.
Consciousness settled.
The emptiness vanished.
Jun Tian opened his eyes — and the world before him was born.