"Fairy Xin'er, have you heard?" A beautiful Immortal flew through the vast, boundless sky, her silk robes fluttering like clouds. Her voice was light, yet filled with curiosity. "They say that the Dao God was once a talentless mortal."
Fairy Xin'er frowned slightly, her expression cold and disdainful. "What nonsense. Hmph! How could a Dao God be a talentless mortal? Those fools are clearly spreading baseless rumors."
The first Immortal let out a soft laugh, though there was doubt in her eyes. "I thought the same… it's far too impossible. If such a thing were even true, then I might as well become a Dao God myself."
The two beauties laughed together, their voices echoing across the heavens as they continued on their way, speaking casually of the Dao God who governed several realms—including their own—never once realizing how close their words were to the truth.
In a world where talent is worshipped and fate is law, even the greatest legends are reduced to rumors—dismissed simply because they challenge what everyone believes to be impossible.
In a place far, far away, a man with dulled eyes gazed upon the hundreds of realms spread before him.
"I once cursed my parents for the body they gave me—and in that curse, I ended their lives.
I once gazed upon the gifted with envy,
so I tore their brilliance from them and made it my own.
I once chased godly elixirs, believing they would redeem me,
yet every miracle turned to dust in my veins.
I once stood at the edge of doubt,
asking whether the road beneath my feet was truly mine to walk.
But I never turned back.
I wagered the only thing I ever possessed—
my humanity.
And now… look at me.
I have reached the summit I once dreamed of.
Not even an ant dares deny my existence.
The very heavens that mocked me now rest within my grasp.
Do I regret what I became?
No.
Even if time were to grant me another life,
I would still embrace the demonic path without hesitation.
For I, Han Tian Yi, will never kneel—
not to heaven,
not to fate,
not even to death itself."
His voice thundered across the void, making the countless realms resting in his palm shake violently.
Slowly, he closed his eyes… remembering the very first time he tried to cultivate.
Ten-year-old Han Tian Yi:
"WHYYYY?! WHY CAN'T I GATHER SPIRITUAL ENERGY?! WHYYY!!!"
He screamed as he threw the cultivation manual from his hands.
His chest rose and fell violently. Without hesitation, he rushed to his father to complain.
Han Tian Yi was the heir of the Han Clan, a powerful Immortal Clan. He had been born brilliant—so brilliant that the entire clan believed he would become its future.
That was why his inability to cultivate was nothing short of a catastrophe.
"He can't cultivate? That's impossible! Our family has produced Immortals for generations. There is no way my only son cannot cultivate!"
Han Fei Yu, Patriarch of the Immortal Han Clan, immediately summoned a divine physician.
"T-This… this is a Cursed Body Constitution, Patriarch…" The physician's face was pale as he spoke.
"Cursed Body Constitution?" Han Fei Yu's voice thundered. "Explain yourself clearly!"
"Y-Yes… Your son… he cannot form spiritual roots. He is bound to remain a mortal for his entire life."
Han Tian Yi stepped forward, his eyes burning.
"What nonsense are you saying, old man? Are your eyes just for decoration? Examine me again! There's no way that's true. My parents are both high-ranking Immortals!"
Han Fei Yu nodded coldly.
The physician examined him again.
The result did not change.
Han Tian Yi kicked him out of the hall.
"What a useless physician… daring to speak such nonsense!"
Another was summoned.
The result was the same.
Another.
Still the same.
It took ten divine physicians before Han Tian Yi finally understood the truth:
He truly possessed a Cursed Body Constitution.
A body even the heavens had abandoned.
"NOOOOO!!! THIS CAN'T BE!!!
I'M FROM AN IMMORTAL CLAN!!! NO— I WON'T ACCEPT IT!!!"
Han Tian Yi roared as he stormed out of the hall.
From that day on, he buried himself in the Han Clan's library, reading everything related to body constitutions, forbidden arts, and methods to defy fate. He did not step outside. He did not rest.
Ten years passed like dust in the wind.
He researched.
He experimented.
He swallowed every elixir this realm could offer.
Divine elixirs? He drank them—yet his body remained unchanged, as if they were nothing more than ordinary water.
Miracle medicines? He consumed them all—yet not even the faintest reaction appeared.
It was as if heaven itself had carved a curse into his flesh.
No matter what he tried… nothing worked.
What did it mean to be mortal?
It meant he would grow old while his parents remained young. It meant he would die long before them.
Mortals lived barely a hundred years.
Immortals could live for a thousand.
To Han Tian Yi, that truth was more terrifying than death itself.
After ten years with no progress, his parents finally gave up.
They chose to have another child.
And what struck Han Tian Yi like a merciless slap was this—
Five years later, his younger brother was born with a body constitution envied even by the heavens.
It was a cruel joke of fate.
"How ironic~ The elder brother is cursed, while the younger brother is heaven's chosen~"
Even the servants began whispering behind his back.
Once, they would kneel at the mere sight of him.
Now, they mocked him openly.
"Shhh! He might hear you!" one whispered, snickering.
"What can a mortal do to us?~" another laughed as they passed by Han Tian Yi's chamber.
Each word was a blade.
"N-no… this… this isn't possible… No!!! I will never accept this!"
But instead of collapsing into despair, Han Tian Yi chose obsession.
He left his chamber and returned to the library once more.
This time, he searched through the ancient records—texts sealed by dust and taboo. With his extraordinary intelligence, he slowly decoded scripts no one had understood for centuries.
Then he crossed the final line.
He secretly touched the forbidden books,
hidden even from his parents.
From that moment on, his path could no longer return to light.
Just a month later, the news spread through the clan.
Han Tian Yi's title as heir had been stripped away—and bestowed upon his five-year-old brother.
It was not merely a disgrace.
It was absolute humiliation.
"Those bastards…" His fingers trembled as they clenched the ancient pages. "Just you wait… I will make you regret doing this to me."
He did not stop.
Day and night, he buried himself in ancient and forbidden records, walking deeper into knowledge that no righteous path would ever allow.
As if to "comfort" him, his father came personally.
"Tian Yi," Han Fei Yu said, "you may no longer be the heir… but I will appoint you as the strategist of the Han Clan."
The words were meant as mercy.
Yet Han Tian Yi only smiled.
A gentle, obedient smile—so calm that it startled his father.
"Do not worry, Father~ I understand." he said softly. "I will do my best to become a fitting strategist for our clan… and make it the supreme power of this realm."
His voice carried pride.
Not arrogance—certainty.
For the first time, Han Fei Yu did not dare laugh.
Han Tian Yi's intelligence was terrifying.
If this child ever became their enemy, the Han Clan would not survive.
In truth, if Tian Yi had refused this position, Han Fei Yu was already prepared to kill him.
Even if he was his own son.
But hearing Tian Yi speak so loyally, he felt a rare sense of relief.
So he has accepted his fate…
He wishes to leave his name in history, even as a mortal…
With a sigh, Han Fei Yu reached out and gently patted his son's head.
To him, it was the relief of a man who believed he had avoided killing his own blood.
Han Tian Yi smiled brightly beneath that touch.
His father turned and left the library, his expression finally at ease.
Behind him—
the shadows around Han Tian Yi seemed to grow just a little darker.
"Creak—thud!"
The door finally closed.
His father was gone.
The warmth vanished from Han Tian Yi's face, replaced by pure disgust.
"How dare he…" He let out a low, broken laugh. "He dares to offer me the position of strategist? On my face? Hahahahaha… how laughable. I was born to rule."
To him, such an offer was not consolation—it was mockery.
They had stripped him of his title.
They had replaced him with a child.
And now, they dared to cage him with a subordinate role.
"Not only did you take everything from me… They even dare to ridicule me… HAHAHAHAHA!"
He tilted his head back, eyes burning with madness.
"Oh, Father~ just you wait…"
He returned to the forbidden texts, turning page after page with feverish focus.
And then—
His eyes froze.
Hidden deep within the records was a clue.
A method that might cure his cursed constitution.
But the price was cruel.
The key was held by the mortal enemy of the Han Clan—
The Yu Clan.
Slowly, an eerie smile spread across Han Tian Yi's face.
The heavens had closed every door.
So he would tear one open with blood.
Five years passed in silence.
Han Tian Yi was now twenty.
In just half a decade, he had become a pillar of the Han Clan.
Through his ruthless strategies, the clan's resources doubled. Through his deciphering of ancient scriptures, long-lost cultivation techniques were revived. The Han Clan's battle prowess soared, shaking neighboring realms.
Even clans that once looked down on him now spoke his name with fear and admiration.
To the world, he was a peerless genius.
To himself, this was merely preparation.
He had finally raised his value high enough.
High enough that no one would suspect him.
And so… he moved.
In secret, he contacted the Yu Clan.
"I will give you the Han Clan…
In exchange, I want all of your ancient scriptures."
This was the true purpose behind everything he had done.
If the Yu Clan destroyed the Han Clan, they would seize vast resources. As for the ancient texts—what use were they to the Yu Clan? The language was long lost. None among them could decipher it.
They did not doubt him.
They knew his story.
The cursed heir.
The abandoned son.
The mortal among Immortals.
And above all—
He was "just" a mortal.
Why fear someone they could crush at any time?
Their reply arrived swiftly.
They agreed.
Han Tian Yi stared at the message before bursting into wild laughter.
"PUHAHAHAHA!!! Stupid fools!"
His eyes gleamed with cold madness.
"Oh, Father… Mother… little brother~ Don't resent me too much…"
He smiled.
"It's your fault for giving me a body cursed by Heaven."