Eternal Horizon: chronicles of the Blind God

As the crimson moon hung low in the night sky, bathing the land in an eerie red glow, the village of Lian'yu remained oblivious to the storm that was about to disrupt its fragile peace. In a humble dwelling at the outskirts, a child was born—a child whose fate would challenge everything the world knew about power, magic, and vision.The midwife's hands trembled as she carefully swaddled the newborn, sensing something unnatural in the fragile life. Unlike the other infants born under the same celestial light, this one did not cry with the fierce energy of new life. Instead, a faint, sorrowful whimper escaped his lips—a whisper of a soul burdened from the very beginning.When the father lifted the infant to his eyes, a hush fell over the room. The child's eyes, normally a window to the soul, were shuttered in impenetrable darkness. No flicker of light, no spark of potential gleamed from within. The elders had long taught that a strong mana circuit illuminated the eyes at birth—a beacon of one's magical destiny. But here was a boy whose eyes were void, a blank canvas of broken magic."The mana circuit... it's shattered," one of the elders muttered, his voice heavy with dread and disbelief. "Blindness in this world is death. Without the sight of mana, the path to cultivation is closed."The family's joy turned to cold silence. The mother wept quietly in a corner, while the father's expression hardened into a mask of shame. In a society where power was worshiped and the strong ruled, a crippled child was little more than a burden.Days turned to weeks, and the village's whispers grew louder. The boy's family, once proud and hopeful, now kept their distance. No lullabies were sung. No gentle hands cradled him. He was a shadow slipping through their lives, unseen and forgotten."Don't trouble yourself with him," his mother's voice echoed coldly one evening when the boy reached out with trembling hands, seeking warmth that never came. "You are nothing but a blind waste of breath."Pain rooted itself deep within the child's heart, yet from this abyss of neglect, an ember of defiance sparked. Though his eyes could see nothing, his senses swelled. He learned to listen—to hear the faintest rustle of leaves, the whispered flow of mana in the air, the distant howl of the wind. The world was silent without sight, but not without life.One unclear night, as the boy lay alone in the darkened room, his tiny fingers brushed against something foreign—a peculiar cloth, soft and cool, left forgotten on the wooden floor. Curious, he wrapped it around his head, blindfolding his already sightless eyes.It was in that moment—a moment pregnant with uncertainty—that the impossible happened.Within the depths of the darkness, the boy's mind ignited. A wave of energy surged through his body, piercing the silence like a thunderclap. Suddenly, the boundaries of the physical world blurred. Time twisted and space folded within his senses. He was no longer bound to this earthly plane.Visions flooded his consciousness—expanses of the void where stars danced in silence, echoes of an ancient god weaving the fabric of existence with their will. Memories not his own, yet unmistakably his destiny: to transcend the limits of flesh and magic, to become the first immortal, the Blind God.A breathless tear slipped from his cheek, shimmering like a fractured star.The dawn broke, casting pale light over the desolation of the boy's heart. The family remained indifferent, their eyes glued to their daily worries. But within the child, a storm was rising—a power born from darkness, destined to reshape the boundaries between mortals and gods.This was only the beginning.