Long Tian was once a man who rose from the lowest realms to the peak of the Celestial Heavens — feared, revered, and honored across the cosmos. His true name had long been forgotten in the endless River of Time. King Ron was the name he chose for himself after ascending as a Celestial Emperor. Among the heavenly emperors, he stood at the very top.
Yet, despite his unmatched status, he committed a forbidden act — he dared to challenge the divine laws. He sought to shatter the shackles the Heavens had placed upon him. But fate had other plans.
King Ron, though revered across all the celestial realms, had enemies. And when the day came that he challenged the Heavens, he did not know that hidden in the darkness were venomous snakes, waiting silently for the perfect moment.
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From the Enemies' Perspective:
In the starry sky of the vast universe, several figures clad in strange garments had gathered at a mysterious location. One man stood at the front holding a royal scepter. Behind him were two figures cloaked in black, whispering to each other.
One of them, dressed in violet robes, asked the man beside him, "Big brother, do you really believe he can break the divine laws?"
The man with the scepter scoffed, "Are you a fool? Or do you truly believe anyone can be stronger than the Heavens themselves? He's nothing but an arrogant fool, blinded by his pride. Today, before killing him, I will make him kneel before me. We will settle all debts today."
Suddenly, they heard a roar.
Brea...k
They turned to see a man descending from the heavens, his black robes flaring violently without wind. Celestial lightning raged around him, his hand tearing through space like it was trying to open a rift. His power was rising.
The leader with the scepter declared, "Get ready. The moment is near."
At that instant, a terrifying thunderclap echoed across the sky. Millions of miles above, black storm clouds churned, and lightning danced like dragons. With a deafening boom, a lightning bolt as thick as a truck struck King Ron, causing deep cracks across his body. He staggered back.
As he adjusted his stance to face the second bolt, a royal scepter silently approached his head from behind. The assassin smiled wickedly, convinced of his success. His heart swelled with excitement.
But just then, a blood-stained hand caught the scepter mid-air, and the assassin's smile froze.
King Ron's eyes, cold and devoid of emotion, met the assassin's. "Scram," he said.
Even before finishing the word, his other hand moved toward the leader's head with terrifying speed. The leader felt a chill crawl up his spine.
Space itself twisted around that fist. Violet energy surged from his palm. Ten thousand daos rumbled.
All saw as his fingers pierced the scepter like a dragon's claw, causing cracks to spread across it. His other hand slammed into the leader's skull — bursting it like a melon. The soul was destroyed before it could escape.
The war had truly begun.
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Meanwhile, in an ancient sect…
A group of old figures surrounded a strange artifact — a divine marble. With every pulse it emitted, massive waves rippled across the River of Time. Some stood around it in formation, making intricate hand signs, trying to suppress it.
But suddenly, the marble vibrated violently. With a flash, it shattered the formation and vanished into the starry sky. Blood burst from the mouths of those in the formation.
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Back to the battlefield:
Of the thousands of enemies that came to kill King Ron, only two barely clung to life. King Ron looked near death himself — his body covered in wounds, a massive hole in his chest.
As he prepared to finish off the last two enemies, the heavens once again thundered. Another monstrous bolt of lightning descended.
After enduring six such bolts, his body was already riddled with cracks. It looked as if he could collapse at any moment. The seventh bolt hadn't even struck yet, but its pressure alone was causing his body to break apart inch by inch.
King Ron's eyes held an unwilling resolve. Though heavily wounded, he did not wish to surrender. He raised his sword toward the heavens.
But as the seventh bolt struck, his body was shattered into countless pieces. Some parts were instantly turned to ash. His soul, barely clinging on, struggled.
Just as its final flame was about to go out…
The universe paused.
Time itself seemed to freeze.
It was as if a great river had passed through the void.
And then… the soul vanished.
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Somewhere in the lower realms…
A soul wandered in chaos. It felt as though an eternity had passed — yet also just a moment.
That soul, lost in the void, descended upon a newborn — a dying infant named Long Tian.
And in that moment, King Ron was reborn.