The years passed in a blur of training, growth, and power. Alexander Magnus was unlike any other child, even in his youth. His purple-gold blood pulsed with the energy of two legendary physiques—the Ancient Saint Body and the Heavenly Overlord Body—and from the moment of his birth, it was clear that he was destined for greatness.
By the age of ten, Alexander had already reached the peak of the mortal realm, a level of power most could only dream of. His strength surpassed that of even the most seasoned cultivators. His speed, agility, and spiritual perception were on an entirely different level. The very world around him seemed to bend to his will. His Ancient Saint Body granted him the ability to refine laws and transcend the limitations of mortality, while his Heavenly Overlord Body made him an unstoppable force in combat.
It was during a quiet evening in the hidden sanctum, where Alexander practiced the teachings his father had imparted upon him, that the first signs of a coming storm appeared. The air grew thick with power. His body felt as if it were being pulled in a thousand directions at once, his purple-gold blood surging with newfound strength, threatening to burst from within.
A strange sensation filled the air—an energy that seemed to come from beyond the heavens, a pressure that could not be ignored. His Sacred Body and Overlord Body both resonated with this power, as if it were calling him to something far greater than his current existence.
At first, Magnus believed it was a mere fluctuation in his cultivation, a side effect of his rapid growth. But he quickly realized that something far more dangerous was unfolding.
A storm of tribulation lightning suddenly appeared above the sanctum, black clouds swirling in the sky as thunder roared across the heavens. It was a Heavenly Tribulation, a sign that Alexander Magnus was about to undergo a trial that would either elevate him to new heights or end his life.
Magnus Tyrannos, his father, stood at the entrance of the sanctum, his face grim as he felt the change in the air. This was no ordinary tribulation. It was one of divine significance, meant to either test Alexander's true potential or destroy him for defying the natural order.
Seraphina Celestia, despite the urgency of the situation, stood beside her husband. "He has reached the mortal peak. This tribulation was inevitable," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of ancient wisdom.
As the tribulation storm intensified, the first bolt of tribulation lightning came crashing down. The lightning was unlike anything Alexander had ever experienced—its destructive power was immense, its intensity beyond mortal comprehension. It cracked through the heavens, and with a thunderous roar, it struck at the sanctum with the force of a thousand storms.
But Alexander Magnus stood firm, his body glowing with an unearthly light. The moment the lightning struck him, his Heavenly Overlord Body flared to life, its overwhelming strength absorbing the attack. He felt a sudden surge of power, as if the lightning had been drawn into him rather than destroying him. His blood burned with energy, the divine force flooding through his veins, pushing him further and further beyond what his mortal body could handle.
The storm was only just beginning.
One after another, bolts of lightning descended upon him—each one more powerful than the last. Alexander could feel the weight of the heavens pressing down on him, trying to break him, to erase him from existence. But his body, honed through years of training and his innate abilities, absorbed each strike without faltering.
But as the final bolt of tribulation lightning struck, something within Alexander's body changed. It wasn't just the Heavenly Overlord Body that responded—it was his Ancient Saint Body, its ancient power awakening in unison with the divine energy surrounding him. The purple-gold blood within his veins surged to its absolute peak, breaking through every limit, every boundary.
At that moment, as the heavens roared in anger, Alexander's eyes snapped open.
The world seemed to freeze.
In the midst of the tribulation, a silence descended upon the chaos. Within the storm, something appeared—an ethereal scroll, glowing with an unearthly light. The Primordial Overlord Saint Sutra had appeared, its divine energy filling the air with a presence that seemed to reach beyond even the heavens themselves.
The Sutra was no mere cultivation technique—it was a forbidden treasure, a divine inheritance from a time before the heavens, when the world was still in its primordial state. It was a lost scripture, one that should never have been found. It had been sealed away by the very forces that governed the cosmos, for it contained knowledge that was forbidden to mortals.
As Alexander reached out with his will, the Sutra seemed to recognize him, drawing him into its divine embrace. He felt the weight of the ancient knowledge flooding his mind, its power overwhelming. The Sutra's teachings merged with his very soul, refining his body, mind, and spirit. Its forbidden secrets, ancient and powerful, intertwined with his very being.
But with this great power came a price.
As Alexander Magnus absorbed the Sutra's divine essence, the heavens themselves trembled in anger. The Primordial Overlord Saint Sutra was not meant to be wielded by mortals, let alone a child born of such immense potential. The laws of the heavens would not tolerate its existence in the mortal realm.
In an instant, the world shook as the Heavens' wrath descended upon him. Heavenly forces began to converge, their intent clear: erase the one who dared to defy the divine order.
But even as the heavens struck down with fury, Alexander's purple-gold blood flared with power. The Primordial Overlord Saint Sutra had unlocked something within him—a power that even the heavens could not easily control. The Heavenly Overlord Body surged with strength, while the Ancient Saint Body began to resonate with the laws of the world itself.
With a cry, Alexander Magnus stood, his body glowing with divine light, the Sutra now firmly embedded in his soul. He had transcended mortality, and the heavens knew it.
He was no longer just a mortal child—he was the chosen inheritor of a forbidden power.