On the hillside, where bamboo groves kissed the clouds and a crimson river flowed through the valley, a small group of people lived in that village.
It was relatively close to the Supreme Holy Peak with a distance of a mere 1 mountain and 1 sea afar.
In the village, a humble family welcomed their firstborn son into the world.
"waaaaaaaaaa-" ( baby crying )
As the new moon dipped below the horizon and the first blush of dawn painted the heavens, the infant wailed, heralding his arrival, as the midwife’s hands, trembling yet gentle, pulled the baby to light.
Not just that, but from within the child’s newborn fragile form, a resplendent light burst forth, illuminating the thatched roof of the humble cottage.
The glow intensified, bathing the parents and their village in an ethereal aura.
Dark clouds began to form, and the electric energy crackled.
The sign of divine boon, a blessing and curse, both at the same time.
"Master... This is the sign of divine boon, we should heed there and recruit the blessings as disciple," A handsome disciple donned in a Daoist robe of blue and white silk uttered.
"Sigh... Young One, you didn’t understand the world, the divine boon is both a blessing and curse, and you should know very well, that any child born with a divine boon or any treasure with the breath of heaven and aura, within that region, there has been a pool of blood last this decade," The master with age-old wisdom said.
Talk about the devil, and devils hear it.
Zhao Fan, sitting in profound stillness, his body locked in the lotus posture, surrounded by golden spiritual Qi. Circulates his Qi through spiritual veins.
Qi pulsed through his meridians like an underground river.
The air around him shimmered faintly, not from heat, but from the density of power that refused to remain hidden beneath the surface.
Without warning, his eyes opened, hearing the roar of thunder, with a calm, terrifying certainty, as if they had been waiting for this moment, releasing his aura from his eyes.
No flicker of emotion crossed his face, only the faintest narrowing of the gaze betrayed the subtle disturbance he had just perceived.
Somewhere far beyond the reach of mortal senses, the boon of heaven and earth had awakened.
Behind him, Yi Xin Xue stirred from her cultivation, her breath caught as she opened her eyes, causing the wind to pause and birds to freeze in the sky.
She saw the shift in him, the faint change in flow of aura, the silence that now felt poised like a drawn blade.
She dared not ask his grace.
She simply lowered her gaze, the name "Young Master" resting on her lips, unspoken.
His spiritual sense had already crossed the distance of 1 mountain and 1 sea, reaching the village tucked between cloud-kissed bamboo groves.
And there, in a thatched hut beneath the dawning sky, he found the boon.
A newborn child with Dao Bones, what a boon, not just one but two Supreme Dao bones.
Truly marvelous, yet the brat was not the son of Qi Luck.
Nonetheless, that doesn’t save him.
There was no awe, no reverence, only the cold understanding that such fortune in the hands of a mortal was nothing short of blasphemy.
The heavens had placed jade within the clay, and now the clay would break.
Zhao Fan had seized more than his share across this last decade, Twin Evil Pupils, torn from a sacred heir after a battle that made five provinces question.
Sixteen Supreme Dao Bones, harvested one by one, their owners buried nameless in the soil as fertilization and a bloodline so ancient and impure that even ancestral spirits refused to claim it.
Just what is there that Young Master Zhao can’t fetch?
The path of cultivation is sinister, treacherous, and not for those with good hearts, Young Master Zhao was not born with such boons yet, he carved it out of the marrow of others, refined it, and made it his own.
The weak are guilty of possessing the treasure.
There was no need for judgment, as for, the world of cultivation mandates the only law that mattered is strength.
Power dictated truth, not philosophy and moral view.
A raw Youth, sitting at the Holy Emperor realm powerhouse, clearly not from walking in the path of righteousness but sheer evil hidden beneath the veil of sophisticated aura.
The Space behind Young Master Zhao blurred and the next moment, his figure floated above the land of bamboo groves.
His eyes lowered, watching a few people who were terrified, as just now the village was struck by judgment lightning.
Nonetheless, Zhao Fan simply waved his finger in the space, making heaven wet and earth break through the pleasure threshold, and all women within the area got on their knees, the sheer cultural aura was too much, bringing the itch between their thighs.
Yet, what awaited wasn’t a large one-man army battle against the humble women, but something sinister.
The sky trembled and a dark ominous gate appeared with the logo of the demonic face on the doors.
The doors cracked open, and countless shadow hands descended, rushing towards the people below, snatching their souls away from the body, and bringing them behind the ominous gate.
What lies beyond the gate is a shadow realm, and those hands are of people who have died before, the same way.
"No! I don’t want to die..."
The cries and screams did little, as Zhao Fan doesn’t differentiate between life.
The soul of a human and the soul of an ant, are exactly the same with little to no difference.
The soul is merely the concept of Tao-Yi and Se.
Tao-Yi means the true soul, which one can achieve after reaching the ensoulment realm, the Tao-Yi consists of consciousness, Ohm, Shii, Kîî, Nhmm, and additional seas.
(tilt words are vibrations )
Se refers to a temporary soul, or fake soul, consisting of only one vibration Ohm, and a sea of consciousness.
Animals and humans merely have different Se as origin, once beasts reach a certain threshold, they gain Tao-yi and superior consciousness, attaining intelligence the same as any other intelligent life force.
( Fellow Daoist, I just wanted to remind you that if you see some typos in this scripture or missing words, please leave a paragraph comment and I will fix it )