In the Vast Expanse of the universe, where celestial wonders dance amidst shimmering nebulae and sparkling stars, a soul languishes, awaiting its journey through the river of reincarnation.

Its path seems set, destined for the cyclical rebirth that awaits all souls. But as the energies that once fueled the dance of celestial bodies became scarce, their reservoirs depleted.

With the fading glow of stars and the dwindling echoes of cosmic forces, the universe languishes, its demise inevitable in the face of an ever-diminishing font of vitality.

Yet, amidst the cosmic twilight, a twist of fate altered the soul's course. Amidst the chaos of cosmic dissolution, this seemingly ordinary soul undergoes an extraordinary transformation.

Within the depths of its essence, a curious anomaly emerges—a small, obsidian bead, seemingly pulsating with an intent to devour everything, yet paradoxically serene, nestled within the soul's core as if it belonged there all along.

The black bead, a relic of the dying universe, bears the weight of cosmic inheritance, akin to a universe seed. Within its depths lies the essence of creation and destruction, a silent testament to the ebb and flow of cosmic forces.

Though its presence appears ominous, it radiates an aura of quiet power, hinting at the cosmic forces that lie dormant within, ready to consume everything in its wake.

It was an unexpected twist of fate. This blessing, bestowed upon the weak and unassuming soul, works a subtle alchemy, fundamentally transforming its nature. Though inherently feeble, the soul is now imbued with a whisper of creation and destruction, a mere hint of the cosmic forces that govern existence.

As the universe approaches its final moments, the transformed soul, now harbouring the mysterious black bead with a surge of cosmic energy, breaches the barriers of reality.

It emerges into a Vast Cosmos filled with an ethereal fog blanketing the cosmic canvas, its hues a delicate blend of faint purples and soft pinks. Stretching infinitely into the void, this celestial mist veils distant stars and galaxies, casting a dreamlike ambiance across the cosmic tapestry.

Amidst the swirling nebulae and shimmering gas clouds, the interplay of light and shadow creates a mesmerizing spectacle, painting the heavens with hues of lavender, mauve, and rose. Yet under this seemingly mesmerizing Celestial mist contains a terrifying destructive might, threatening to annihilate everything in its path. Its might so great even heavens would be rendered to mere ashes with just a wisp of its existence.

Guided by the universe's fading echoes, the soul, cradling the black bead, navigates through the Vast Cosmos, shielded by the waning cosmic energies. Together, they venture into the depths of this boundless realm, propelled by the remnants of cosmic vitality.

After traversing an unknown span of time, amidst the swirling ethereal mist, the soul encountered a barrier reminiscent of the one it had breached to depart its native universe. However, this barrier pulsed with an inexhaustible might, seemingly

enduring for countless epochs.

Utilizing the last remnants of waning cosmic energy from its universe, the soul surges forward, breaking through the formidable barrier of the newfound universe. Entering unnoticed by any being, it descends upon a human being, casting a shadow of black light that darkens the otherwise radiant day, slipping into the depths of its being.

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Day. The sun bathes the world in golden warmth, casting dancing shadows across the landscape.

However, within the radiant warmth, there were dark looming clouds of black lightning extending in the depths of the sky, piercing the clouds in its wake.

"Heavenly Phenomenon, it's a heavenly phenomenon. Which means a prodigy or a treasure has appeared"

Countless experts from all corners of the land watched as the dark clouds rumbled.

Suddenly, from beyond the clouds a black beam of light, radiating a terrifying might came crashing down the land. The moment it passed the clouds, the world was enveloped in complete darkness, which lasted for a few seconds before the bright day was restored.

The black beam which looked as if bearing an apocalyptic might resulted with nothing as an aftermath. It just vanished upon reaching the land.

The countless experts watching the scene got incredibly excited and began their search throughout the land in search of the treasure or the prodigy who had triggered the heavenly phenomenon.

All these experts swore to find the source of this incomparably huge heavenly phenomenon which encompassed such huge land.

Time passed, nearly 5 years passed in the blink of an eye and although people still remembered the apocalyptic sight that year, nobody uncovered the truth or the source of the phenomenon.

As the dim light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting eerie shadows across the room, the eyes of the boy lying on the bed snapped open. His chest heaved with rapid breaths, his heart pounding furiously against his ribcage. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, glistening in the faint light.

His body felt heavy, as if weighted down by an invisible force. With a gasp, he attempted to sit up, only to be met with a searing pain that shot through every fiber of his being. It felt as though a thousand needles were pricking his skin, sending waves of agony rippling through his limbs, resulting in dizziness.

Clutching his head with his left hand, the boy tried to steady himself to get rid of the dizzying sensation.

<The f*ck is wrong with my body!?>

<Why does it hurts so much?>

In his mind a familiar set of memories unfolded...

He was Ansh, a eighteen year old boy who died in a crusade of avenging his parents and ultimately succumbing to a grim fate.

<What's going on?>

<I clearly remember I died in that fight!!>

< There's no way I could have survived after all those injuries and the blood loss from the knife cuts and the gunshots! >

"Tian'er, you are finally awake"

A woman's gentle and pleasantly surprised voice drifted in his ears.

He looked towards the source of the voice and found a lovely face full of love and concern attentively gazing at him.

She was the most beautiful woman he had seen in his life.

Wearing a classical dress similar to cheongsam, a breathtaking beauty. Yet right now she looks frail as if she has not eaten and had a good sleep in days. Her eyes were brimming with tears.

<What the hell is going on? Where am I?>

<And who is this woman?.. Why is she crying?I don't even know her!>

<And who the hell is this Tian'er??>

Suddenly, foreign memories totally unfamiliar to him flooded his mind...

He felt as if his head was splitting apart. The painful sensation lasted for a couple seconds before his eyes were filled with shock and his mind trembled.

<I'm Xing Tian????>

<The f*cking hell I actually transmigrated???>