In back of prison realm, a golden star shifted and broke the barrier. A cosmic eye opened instantly and saw the incident happened in Yodu Prison Artifact broken and someone in prison realm went away. In an instant, along with a golden star, there are 32 figures who are strong enough to fight against Prison god unless he donot use a divine artifact.
From prison artifact Yodu's back door, 32 figures and 1 star leaked out and went away toward the Immortal Divine Continent. Yodu is an artifact that was used to prison everything but in the hands of little prison god it is out of control. From sky a voice appered " Damn it, at least I sealed the back of prison artifact. To avoid future incidents like that, I will store Yodu in 7-layer ancient space-prison seal." Cosmic eye disappered instantly. Prison Realm also disappeared from west of Immortal Divine Continent to Divine Realm.
The Immortal Divine Continent resembled a star but held seven planets. This vast expanse of celestial bodies spanned larger than a galaxy. Thirty-two figures parted ways while standing in the center path. None of those entities dared to approach the Immortal Divine Continent. A singular golden star drifted toward the massive, ancient continent. The golden star eventually landed upon the surface of the largest planet. The inhabitants of the realm called this world the Broken Divine Star. That celestial spark descended upon the largest planet with profound, luminous grace. While the others fled, the radiant orb navigated the complex cosmic currents. Its majestic essence established a powerful presence upon the ancient, shattered soil.
The golden star landed right in the center of the Blacksmith Village. Though it was only a small village, the fall of such a massive star created a large crater in the center and drew the entire population around it.
Approximately 300 people lived in the village, and every one of them was present. Their eyes were fixed on the crater, filled with astonishment.
"That is a human. That is a boy. That is an infant."
In all of their eyes, it was a baby. What had fallen was not a star, but merely a delicate infant. After a long discussion, it was decided to give the infant to a childless family in the village. The family took him as their own child and named him Xan Li Fang.
The infant began to grow at an extraordinary pace. His parents enrolled him in the Art Academy in a nearby city, where he learned the crafts of writing and drawing. He dedicated four years to mastering the Art of Writing. When he turned seven, his parents began training him in the art of blacksmithing.
Now, the boy has reached the age of fifteen. During this time, he has learned much, yet there was always something strange about him. Even as a small child, he appeared exceptionally mature, conducting himself like an adult from the moment of his birth. He rarely spent time with children his own age; instead, he spent his free time immersed in books, seeking knowledge, or questioning the village guardIn this world, every child is given the opportunity to join a Sect at the age of fifteen, as this is when the Sects begin recruiting disciples. While he was working with iron in the workshop, his parents approached him.
"My son, you turn fifteen today. We want you to join a sect and become a cultivator; there is no need for you to live an ordinary life like us."
"Fine," he replied with cold indifference.
"We will have our final lunch with you today, and tomorrow morning, we will see you off. Your uncle will escort you to the Heavenly Sword Sect."
"I understand," he said, continuing his work with the iOnce they left, he seemed to feel a sense of relief.
"Since arriving in this world, I have been studying this place. Tomorrow is the time to be free and independent."
He had been reborn after accepting a Deity Inheritance. Although he had not entered the world through a womb like others, his body had fully formed and been "reborn," which is why he had initially taken the form of an infant. However, his soul was older than billions of years. He had simply been playing a "parent-child game" all this timThe next morning, after dinner, all his relatives and the entire village gathered to bid him a heavy farewell. Using his uncle's teleportation mark, they reached the Heavenly Sword Sect instantly.
"From here, you must walk alone. Take care of yourself, Xan," his uncle said before departing.
Xan began to ascend the long stairs toward the majestic sect gate.
As he ascended the stairs, the crowd of peers around him grew thicker. Xan appeared quite ordinary, dressed in simple, tan-colored clothes typical of a blacksmith's apprentice.
"Hey, hello! My name is Xuan. What's yours?" asked a tall boy in black clothes who seemed to come from a woodcutters' village.
On this planet, it was common for people of the same profession to gather and form specialized villages or towns, as this made their labor and trade much more efficient. Xan did not answer the question; instead, he shot a serious, piercing look at the boy.
"Fine, don't answer if you don't want to, but you don't have to look at me like that," Xuan muttered.
"Leave me alone," Xan replied coldly.
Though a part of him might have wanted to make friends, Xan preferred to maintain a low profile. Furthermore, he did not yet have a clear understanding of how cultivation functioned in this specific realm. Although he had read countless books and could manipulate the Energy of Heaven and Earth using his Deity Power, it was not enEven though his body contained Deity Energy, he was determined to stop at nothing to become even stronger. He knew all too well that Deity Energy was fundamentally different from the energy of this world; once spent, it was incredibly difficult to replenish.
Because of this, he decided to become a standard cultivator. His plan was simple: master the local arts of cultivation and keep his Deity Energy reserved strictly as an emergency plan.ough.