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Husband is Heaven, Wife his Dao, Together they are Invincible

In a world where cultivation determines one’s destiny, **two children were born unable to cultivate**—a fate considered a curse among clans and sects. Yet destiny had already tied them together. A mysterious thread linked **a boy found in a deadly forest** and **a girl born with a rare, dormant constitution**. Their families arranged their engagement when they were young, hoping that fate itself might reveal its meaning one day. Years passed. They grew up hearing each other’s names, not love—but familiarity, trust, and the quiet bond of those who share the same misfortune. When they finally married as youth, the long-awaited moment arrived. During their joint baptism, **a catastrophic accident** erupted. The girl’s special constitution went berserk, threatening to destroy her from within. To save her, the boy **sacrificed his own cultivation path**, pouring everything he had into stabilizing her life. His future shattered in an instant. But at that moment— a long-buried fragment of memory awakened, revealing a truth that would change his destiny forever, revealing that he was far more than an ordinary boy. Elsewhere, far beyond the knowledge of the world’s powers… A hidden ancient faction stirred. The quiet halls trembled. Old seals broke. Prophecies long forgotten began to glow. “The one we have awaited for countless years has finally awakened. The wheels of fate have begun to turn. Prepare. A calamity approaches—vast enough to swallow the world.” What is the calamity shrouding the world? How is this boy connected to it? And how will he and the girl—now bound as husband and wife—walk a path shaped by love, fate, sacrifice, and destiny intertwine? And a bond that refuses to break? The world may crumble around them, and their destinies may twist into peril… But together, they will confront what others fear to face. For whatever lies ahead, they will be each other’s strength and each other’s hope.
Prin_2004 · 266 Views

The Silent Sky Child

Long before Levie was born under the silent sky, He existed as something older than kings, older than kingdoms, older than the gods themselves. In his past life, He was known as the Fate Weaver, a mortal who had discovered the secret of threads that bound all living things — threads that dictated destiny, birth, death, and the turn of the world. He walked the lands as a shadow unseen, yet every ruler, every priest, every god knew his name. He shaped kings, whispered secrets to empires, and carved prophecies so precise that even the gods trembled when they unfolded. Yet power is never free. Every act He performed left a ripple, and soon the gods grew fearful. They whispered among themselves: “This mortal touches the world too much. He threatens what we control.” It was not hatred that led him to vanish. It was foresight. Levie saw a vision — one where the gods would rise against him, the kingdoms would crumble, and countless lives would be extinguished simply because he existed. He could not stop the future without disappearing himself. So he made the hardest choice a soul could make. He wrote a prophecy — a line so precise, so absolute, that it would predict the coming savior. But he erased his own name from it. He removed every trace of his existence from the world, every memory, every record. He became the unborn, the shadow that waited in the folds of time, unseen by gods and men alike. His last act was one of love for life itself. He hid himself not to escape, but to protect the world from the power he wielded. Every thread he touched in his past life whispered a warning: “Do not follow me. The world is not ready.” And then she died. Not in battle. Not by godly wrath. He died in silence, His soul folded into the unseen spaces between destinies. Yet the threads he wove were not broken — they waited, patient and quiet, for the day she would return. Now, centuries later, the world has shifted. The comet that should have heralded her reincarnation never appeared. But she came anyway — a child born without a star, a mortal outside destiny, a shadow that defies prophecy. He is Levie. He is the one who wrote fate itself. And the world does not yet know what it has unleashed.
Levie_Matome · 339 Views