Hirun Savidya had always believed life was simple. A school day, a laugh with friends, a fleeting crush, and the occasional headache from endless homework. He thought he understood the world, the rules of life. Until the moment his heart betrayed him.
It was a mundane Tuesday. The sun poured lazily through the classroom window, dust motes floating like tiny spirits in the golden light. Hirun slouched in his chair, doodling on the margin of his notebook. The teacher's voice droned on, blending into a low hum in his mind.
And then—pain.
A sharp, searing grip around his chest. His vision blurred, the classroom spinning as if the world itself had tilted. His heart raced, then stuttered. Every breath was a scream trapped inside his lungs. He collapsed, and the world went black.
...
When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in the mundane world.
A white expanse stretched infinitely in every direction. Clouds of golden light drifted lazily, carrying the scent of something divine—neither flowers nor earth, but something... pure. Time itself seemed to bend here. It was silent, yet his ears rang with the music of creation.
"Where… am I?" Hirun whispered.
A voice, both ancient and young, echoed in his mind.
"Hirun Savidya… you have lived. You have died. But your path is unfinished."
Before him appeared a figure—not human, not entirely spirit. Radiant light formed the shape of a man, handsome, perfect, and impossibly calm. A presence that made the world around him seem small, insignificant, and mortal.
"You are now... a Heavenly Immortal," the figure continued. "Master of all Daos, wielder of every path known to heaven and earth. Yet… even you are incomplete."
Hirun staggered back. "Heavenly Immortal? What… what do you mean? I'm just… I'm just—"
"Mortal," the figure finished for him. "Yes. Mortal, fragile, temporary. But death is not the end for those fated to walk the Dao."
The world shifted. Suddenly, he felt a presence inside him—a pulse of knowledge, of power, of infinite potential. Every law of the universe whispered to him, secrets of space, time, body, soul, and Dao.
And then he understood. He was no longer Hirun Savidya, the ordinary high school student. He was Hirun Savidya, the master of all Daos. The one who could bend space, command time, and summon universes at will.
And yet…
"Your path ends here," the voice said, almost regretfully. "Beyond the unexplored realm, even your power is insufficient. You will fail to go further."
Hirun's mind raced. He had reached the summit of mortal cultivation in moments—but even here, there was a ceiling he could not surpass.
"…Then what now?" he asked, his voice trembling between fear and excitement.
"Rebirth," the figure said simply. "Go back. Build your foundation. Choose your disciples. Walk the Dao once more, with companions at your side. This time, do not fail."
And before Hirun could respond, the white expanse dissolved.
...
He woke again.
The air smelled like rain and dust. He was lying on the floor of his bedroom, the mundane world around him entirely unchanged—books scattered, posters on the wall, the faint hum of an old ceiling fan. But he knew, without a doubt, that he was no longer the same.
A new pulse coursed through him. Not just life—power, knowledge, potential. He had survived death, learned the secrets of the heavens, and yet he had been given a chance to start anew.
And with that, he smiled.
If I'm going to walk the Dao this time… he thought, sitting up, I'll do it my way.
No sect bureaucracy. No meaningless rules. No loneliness.
He would take disciples—heroes, villains, fated ones. He would teach them what suited their souls. He would master every Dao, every skill, every art, and he would do it without losing the joy of life.
And above all… he would never fail again.
...
Thus began the path of Hirun Savidya, once ordinary, now divine. The Heavenly Immortal who would teach the Dao to ten thousand disciples, shape countless destinies, and become a legend whispered across worlds.
💥 End of Chapter 1