Lin Xuan had been different since the moment he was born.
While other babies cried loudly, he remained silent.
While others waved their hands randomly, his eyes often stared at the sky — as if watching something no one else could see.
The villagers once said he was strange.
Some even whispered that he was unlucky.
But no one knew…
Something ancient was sleeping inside him.
When Lin Xuan was three years old, his world changed forever.
That night, dark clouds covered the small village.
Rain fell heavily, soaking the ground.
Inside a simple wooden house, a tall man stood near the door. His robe was black, and his expression was cold yet conflicted.
Beside him, a woman knelt on the floor, holding a thin little boy tightly.
"Please…" she cried.
"Don't leave him… He's still so young…"
The man clenched his fists.
"There are forces hunting me," he said in a low voice.
"If I stay, both of you will die."
Lin Xuan didn't understand the words.
But he understood one thing.
His father was leaving.
The man slowly turned away.
Before stepping outside, he looked back one last time.
His eyes were filled with pain… and fear.
"Xuan'er," he whispered.
"Live well."
Then he disappeared into the rain.
From that day on, Lin Xuan never saw his father again.
Life became hard.
Without a man in the family, Lin Xuan and his mother were often looked down upon.
Food was little.
Clothes were old.
And the villagers whispered behind their backs.
"That's the fatherless child."
"So skinny and weak."
"He'll never become a cultivator."
At the village cultivation hall, children his age began training.
Spiritual energy glowed around their bodies.
Teachers smiled proudly.
But when it was Lin Xuan's turn…
Nothing happened.
No light.
No energy.
No reaction.
The elder shook his head.
"His meridians are blocked."
"He has no cultivation talent."
"He will remain a mortal forever."
Laughter erupted.
"He's useless!"
"A trash with no future!"
Some children pushed him.
Others mocked him openly.
Lin Xuan only lowered his head.
He never fought back.
He never cried.
But deep inside, something hurt.
Every night…
Lin Xuan dreamed.
Strange dreams.
Powerful dreams.
In one dream, a golden dragon roared across the heavens, its flames burning the sky.
In another, endless stars shattered like glass.
Sometimes, he saw ancient gods falling.
Sometimes, he saw himself standing alone above a broken world.
And every time…
A deep voice echoed in the darkness.
"Awaken…"
"Ancient blood…"
"Destiny of the heavens…"
One morning, after dreaming of a dead tree being struck by lightning…
Thunder suddenly struck the village's old tree.
It burned to ashes.
Another time, he dreamed of wild beasts rampaging in the forest.
Days later, hunters found the forest destroyed.
Lin Xuan was terrified.
"Why… do my dreams come true?" he whispered.
He didn't dare tell anyone.
He kept everything inside.
One evening, while walking near the forest alone, the ground suddenly trembled.
Crack!
The earth split open.
A strange stone altar rose from beneath the ground, covered in ancient glowing symbols.
A mysterious aura surrounded it.
Lin Xuan's heart beat fast.
Drawn by curiosity, he slowly reached out.
The moment his hand touched the altar—
BOOM!
A violent energy surged into his body.
Pain tore through his bones.
His vision went black.
Inside his mind…
An endless dark space appeared.
At the center floated a glowing ancient crystal.
A voice like thunder echoed.
"Ancient God Bloodline detected…"
"Dormant power awakening…"
"Dream Artifact synchronized…"
"Cultivation system initializing…"
Lin Xuan's eyes suddenly opened.
They glowed faintly with golden light.
The weak boy who was mocked by everyone…
Had just stepped onto a path no mortal should walk.
And far away…
Deep within ancient ruins…
A gigantic eye slowly opened.
"The Ancient God has returned…"