The continent of Tianluo was vast and unforgiving. Mountains towered over the land, rivers flowed like silver blades, and ancient ruins concealed forgotten treasures. Strong clans and sects governed regions, training their youth to either conquer or perish.
In this world, strength mattered most. The weak cowered while the strong took everything. Jealousy, rivalry, and violence defined life.
In a small part of Tianluo, Red Stone Village lay in ruins. Smoke rose from shattered homes, and the smell of death filled the air. Among the debris, a boy crawled.
He was small, battered, and hungry. Wang Hao (王浩) held a jade pendant, the last reminder of the fallen Lin Clan. The Thunderblood Clan had slaughtered his family, a proud and merciless sect that could obliterate villages.
The boy had nothing. No home. No family. No hope.
Yet, deep within him, a strange warmth pulsed. Despite his broken body, he possessed the Eternal Chaos Body, a legendary physique that defied natural laws. Even now, when he could barely move, it responded to his thoughts.
A faint glow caught his eye. Amid the rubble lay a small egg, dark blue with lightning streaks. The ground beneath it trembled slightly. Wang Hao felt an unusual energy wash over him.
This is not ordinary; something powerful sleeps inside.
The egg shook, cracks forming along its shell. Light streamed out. Wang Hao instinctively recoiled, heart racing. Then, with a gentle push, a tiny creature emerged. Its scales gleamed blue and silver, and its eyes sparkled with intelligence. It looked small and delicate, but the energy it exuded made Wang Hao's heart race.
He knelt slowly, hands outstretched. "I… I will call you Ling'er (灵儿)," he whispered. The little dragon nudged his hand, as if sensing his vow.
The boy focused on survival again. He crawled through the wreckage, looking for anything useful. Amid broken beams, he uncovered an ancient technique scroll. It was torn and faded but glowed faintly.
As he opened it, strange symbols and movements filled his mind. Time and space seemed to shift around him. He didn't fully understand the scroll yet, but his instincts told him it was powerful and dangerous.
Hours went by. Wang Hao practiced slowly, guided by instinct and the scroll. Ling'er mimicked him, hopping and flaring tiny wings. Each motion revived his Eternal Chaos Body, and every movement sharpened his endurance and precision.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared at the edge of the village. A group of young fighters approached. One, slightly older, stepped forward. Lei Feng (雷锋) from the Stone Peak Sect, known for his talent and cruelty, smirked at him.
"You survived the Thunderblood Clan attack?" Lei Feng asked. "Most kids would have perished."
Wang Hao clenched his fists, blood from minor cuts drying on his arms. "I survived," he replied quietly. "That's enough."
Lei Feng laughed. "Survival is just the first step. The world takes nothing from the weak. Do you want to live, boy? You must get stronger, faster, and smarter."
Wang Hao stared at him. Anger and sorrow simmered within, but he held them back. "I will grow," he said. "I will never be weak again."
Night descended over Red Stone Village. Wang Hao sat with Ling'er on his shoulder, practicing movements by the flickering firelight. The scroll guided his actions. Though he was tired, sore, and hungry, he was alive. For the first time, he felt hope.
This was not the end. The ruins of Red Stone Village marked just the beginning. Every struggle, every drop of blood, and every ounce of pain would forge him. One day, he would rise to challenge Heaven itself.
Wang Hao's journey had begun.