Sky Star

Chapter One: The Glimmer of Fate

In the ethereal and boundless Celestial Divine Realm, the sky stretched infinitely, resembling an endless expanse of deep blue silk, concealing the universe’s profound mysteries. Wisps of spiritual energy drifted like delicate morning mist, silently permeating the heavens and earth, shrouding the mysterious continent in a dreamlike veil. From time to time, dazzling streaks of light would tear through the sky—brilliant and fleeting, like divine radiance casually scattered by the gods, or an ancient call echoing across time, luring countless souls to seek and explore.

This vast continent resembled a grand and intricate mosaic, dotted with countless clans and sects, scattered like stars in the night sky. In the Celestial Divine Realm, the pursuit of cultivation was an eternal creed, an instinct deeply embedded in every being’s soul. The iron law of the strong reigning supreme burned as brightly as the sun, guiding all who aspired to rise, urging them to struggle and forge ahead—none dared to defy it.

Xiao Chen was born into an unremarkable clan in a humble, remote town. Since childhood, he had endured hardship, growing up in an environment as barren as a desert, where resources were scarce, making the path of cultivation nearly impossible. In the dim, cramped study hall of his family clan, filled with the musty scent of decay, he often fought with other children over a tattered, yellowed cultivation manual. He suffered their ridicule, their jeers, and even their fists—his frail body bruised, his young heart wounded. Yet, in the depths of his dark, bottomless eyes, a defiant flame burned ever brightly, like a lone star in the night sky, refusing to be extinguished.

One day, in a desperate gamble, his clan sent its younger generation into an ancient ruin, sealed for centuries, as if a slumbering beast lay within. Legends spoke of a hidden inheritance from an ancient supreme cultivator—an endless treasure awaiting the destined one, exuding a fatal allure. The ruins were eerie and perilous, exuding a bone-chilling cold like the underworld itself, riddled with deadly traps at every turn. Under the shroud of fear and despair, most of his fellow clansmen perished—their agonized screams and desperate cries echoed through the ruins, composing a sorrowful requiem of death.

Yet, Xiao Chen moved like a panther, agile and keen, his innate reflexes and extraordinary courage allowing him to dance on the edge of death, narrowly escaping again and again. In a narrow passageway, sharp stone spikes suddenly jutted from both walls, their chilling gleam spelling certain doom. His companions panicked—some were impaled instantly, their blood splattering the cold stone. But Xiao Chen remained unfazed, twisting his body at the last moment to evade the lethal strike. Using the momentum, he leaped upward, gripping a protruding rock above, scaling the ceiling like a nimble gecko.

Further ahead, a bottomless poisonous swamp awaited, its foul stench thick with deadly miasma. Any plant it touched withered in an instant. Observing the scene, Xiao Chen picked up a large rock and hurled it into the distance. The disturbance lured the lurking creatures within the swamp, causing them to surge toward the sound. Seizing the brief window, he exerted every ounce of skill and strength, using nearby rocks as footholds to leap across the treacherous mire.

At the heart of the ruins lay a cavern bathed in a mysterious blue glow, as if it were the gateway to another world. A chilling presence filled the air. With a mix of apprehension and anticipation, Xiao Chen steadied himself and stepped forward. Instantly, a tidal wave of pure, violent energy—primordial and vast—rushed toward him, threatening to engulf him completely.

Suspended at the cavern’s center was a crystalline orb, shimmering like a miniature star, exuding an ancient intelligence as if whispering to him, calling him forth. Without hesitation, Xiao Chen reached out and grasped it.

In that moment, the orb erupted in dazzling radiance, like a blazing sun igniting the cavern. Unrelenting torrents of energy surged into his body, violently reshaping his meridians. The pain was excruciating, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his very soul, nearly driving him to unconsciousness. Yet, it was also like a divine key, unlocking his extraordinary cultivation potential, tearing apart the darkness that had shrouded his life, allowing a glimmer of hope to shine through.

At the same time, in another corner of the Divine Realm, within the majestic and ethereal Ling Clan estate, a grand palace stood tall, resembling a celestial abode in the clouds.

The Ling Clan was a renowned lineage of cultivators, their name carrying the weight of thunderous authority across the land. Ling Xue, the clan’s eldest daughter, was akin to a lone snow lotus blooming atop an icy peak—otherworldly and pure. Her beauty was unmatched, her skin fair as snow, and her deep, tranquil eyes brimmed with boundless wisdom, as if capable of perceiving the secrets of the universe and peering into the depths of one’s soul.

Beyond her breathtaking appearance, she was a rare prodigy in cultivation. Despite her youth, she had already made a name for herself within the clan, her radiance undeniable. Countless noble heirs pursued her, like moths drawn to a flame, hoping to win her favor.

Yet, Ling Xue remained indifferent. She was kind-hearted, her presence as warm as the spring sun. However, she despised the deceit and power struggles that festered within the clan’s dark corners, viewing them as a poisonous quagmire. She yearned for purity, for freedom—like a celestial bird longing to break through the sky’s constraints.

To escape the suffocating shackles of her lineage, she often disguised herself, venturing alone into the vast world beyond, seeking to unravel the deeper mysteries of cultivation. She wandered the mountains and rivers, accumulating experience like a pearl absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, growing ever more brilliant.

One day, during her travels through a remote forest, she stumbled upon a bandit raid. Ruthless thieves brandished their blades, looting a merchant caravan. The merchants trembled in terror, their belongings scattered across the ground.

Ling Xue silently observed from the shadows. With a mere flick of her delicate fingers, she channeled her celestial energy—instantly, the moisture in the air crystallized into razor-sharp ice shards. The frozen daggers shot forth like arrows, piercing the bandits before they could react. Their screams filled the air as they collapsed, lifeless.

The rescued merchants fell to their knees, overflowing with gratitude. Yet, Ling Xue merely smiled faintly, left behind some healing elixirs, and disappeared into the wilderness—continuing her solitary journey of cultivation.