Chapter 4: The Night of Blood and Awakening
It was unlike anything Wu Tian had ever felt before. A searing, burning agony that twisted through his skull, as if someone was tearing his mind apart piece by piece. He thrashed in his bed, his frail body convulsing, his vision blurring into a storm of red.
Blood. He was crying blood.
His hands clutched at his face as warm droplets trailed down his cheeks, staining his thin blanket. The pain worsened, his entire being screaming in protest.
Then, as if answering his torment, the golden stone under his pillow began to glow.
A flood of information rushed into his mind. Ancient words, symbols beyond mortal comprehension, pages turning in the depths of his subconscious. The book from his dreams had manifested.
Yet, it was sealed.
He could not open it. He could not read it. He could only glimpse its knowledge in his sleep.
Gasping for breath, Wu Tian collapsed onto his bed, the glow fading, leaving behind only silence.
He had no idea what had just happened, but one thing was certain—his journey had finally begun.