Humankind Cultivation Origin

The rhythmic clanking of machines echoed through the dimly lit factory floor. Duan Feng wiped the sweat off his forehead, his hands calloused from years of repetitive labor. The air smelled of metal and oil, a scent he had long grown accustomed to.

He glanced at the clock—6:58 PM. His shift was over. He quickly changed out of his uniform, grabbed his worn-out jacket, and stepped out into the cold night.

A taxi waited for him outside. The moment he got in, his hands trembled slightly as he pulled out his phone.

"Mingyue, today was tiring, but I'm on my way. Wait for me, okay?"

Of course, she wouldn’t reply. She hadn’t spoken a word in fifteen years.

Shangguan Mingyue, his wife, the woman he had loved since their university days, had been bedridden for over a decade—paralyzed, unable to move or speak, only able to listen. The accident that stole her life away had also stolen his happiness, but he never abandoned her.

Every day, he worked himself to exhaustion to afford her treatments. Every night, he sat beside her, holding her hand, telling her stories of his day, pretending life was normal.

And she listened. She always listened.

Tonight was no different. He arrived at the hospital, rushed to her room, and took her frail hand in his. Cold. Too cold.

"Mingyue?" His voice cracked. The machines beeped steadily, but something felt off.

Her fingers twitched. A tear rolled down the corner of her eye.

Then—silence.

The monitors flatlined.

A sharp pain stabbed through Duan Feng's chest. "No… no, no, no—Mingyue! Wake up!"

He pressed the emergency button. Nurses stormed in. Doctors tried to revive her. But he already knew. She was gone.

The world around him collapsed.

For fifteen years, he had endured everything just to keep her alive. Now, there was nothing left.

A Month Later

Duan Feng sat on the rooftop of a rundown apartment, a bottle of cheap liquor in his hand. His face was unshaven, his eyes hollow.

He had nothing left. No purpose. No home. No future.

His world had ended the moment Shangguan Mingyue took her last breath.

Tonight, he would drink himself into oblivion.

Or so he thought.

After half an hour he comedown from rooftop to to buy liquor. He was walking on road aimlessely.

Suddenly, a blinding light flashed in front of him. He turned, his vision hazy, just in time to see a speeding truck jump the curb—barreling straight toward him.

BANG!

His body flew through the air. Pain. Darkness. Cold.

As the world faded away, a single thought echoed in his mind.

Mingyue… wait for me.

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Somewhere in Azure Veil Continent

Duan Feng gasped as he awoke, his lungs burning for air. He sat up, his body aching, his surroundings unfamiliar. A forest? The scent of fresh earth filled his nose, and the warm sunlight bathed his face.

This… wasn’t his world.

He looked down at his hands—younger, stronger. He felt different. Lighter.

Memories flooded his mind.

His name was still Duan Feng. But now, he was an orphan in a nameless human village—a village at the mercy of creatures that saw his kind as nothing more than cattle.

A chill ran down his spine. He had been reborn.

And so, his journey began.

A journey that would change the fate of humanity forever.