The Ascension Of Ling Tian.

_"Chronicles of Eternity: The Ascension of Ling Tian"_

In the mortal realm, humanity dwelled, governed by the natural order of existence. Mortals lived, grew, and perished, bound by the inexorable cycle of life. Amidst this ephemeral existence, cultivators embarked on a journey to transcend mortality, seeking to defy the limitations of their corporeal forms.

The realm was divided among ten influential families and sects, each vying for supremacy. The Ling family, renowned for their righteousness and formidable cultivators, held the distinction of being the most powerful family. Their exceptional prowess had fostered envy among the other families, who coveted the Ling family's esteemed position as the first supreme family in the land.

Ling Ming, the venerable head of the Ling family, had attained the distinguished level of Nascent Soul, boasting an impressive 1,500 years of cultivation. He was poised to ascend to divinity within the next 5,000 years. As the patriarch of the Ling family, he was also the father of Ling Tian, a young cultivator destined for greatness, as foretold in the ancient chronicles.

Fifteen -year-old Ling Tian, with his striking features and majestic demeanor, was an early Qi refining cultivator and a disciple of the esteemed White Cloud Temple sect. His curly black locks and piercing green eyes seemed to radiate an aura of innate power. Adorned in a distinctive blue attire with a blue dragon mark on his right wrist – a symbol of the Ling ancestors' legacy – Ling Tian exuded an air of quiet confidence.

However, his tenure at the White Cloud Temple sect was not without its challenges. Ling Tian's fledgling soul power made him a target for ridicule and bullying by his peers. One such incident occurred when he attempted to enter the hall, only to be thwarted by Jian Li, an early Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Jian Li's sudden intervention, accompanied by a derisive smile, left Ling Tian momentarily stunned. "Too slow, Ling Tian," Jian Li taunted, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Undaunted, Ling Tian narrowed his gaze and stood his ground, his voice steady as he warned, "I don't want any situation where I get hurt or you do, so leave the way."

Jian Li's response was a dismissive laugh, followed by a forceful push that sent Ling Tian crashing into the wall. As Jian Li whispered menacingly in his ear, "What can you do, tell me Ling Tian?" the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

The timely intervention of Master Mo Fan, a venerable level nine Spirit Formation cultivator, defused the situation. His authoritative voice thundered through the hall, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you have gone for practice? Leave now!" Jian Li and Ling Tian reluctantly parted ways, each retreating to their respective practice sessions.

Ling Tian sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed as he focused on his breathing. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the gentle hum of insects. He felt his Qi stirring within him, like a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of a tree.

As he inhaled, he felt his Qi expand, filling his lungs and spreading throughout his body. It was like a warm, golden light that illuminated his inner world, chasing away the shadows and doubts that had plagued him for so long.

With each breath, Ling Tian felt his Qi grow stronger, more vibrant. It was as if he was tapping into a deep well of energy, one that had been hidden within him all along.

As he exhaled, Ling Tian felt his Qi contract, focusing into a single point within his Dantian. It was like a tiny, glowing ember that pulsed with an inner light, filling him with a sense of calm and clarity.

Ling Tian's mind was quiet, his thoughts stilled as he focused on the sensation of his Qi flowing within him. He felt like he was suspended in a state of weightlessness, free from the burdens and worries of the world.

And then, without warning, Ling Tian felt a sudden surge of energy within him. It was like a dam had burst, releasing a torrent of Qi that flooded through his body.

He felt his meridians expanding, his Qi channels opening wide as the energy coursed through him. It was like a wild, untamed force that threatened to consume him whole.

But Ling Tian was not afraid. Instead, he felt a sense of exhilaration, of wonder. He was tapping into a deep, hidden power within himself, one that had been waiting to be unleashed.

As the energy reached its peak, Ling Tian felt his body begin to glow with a soft, golden light. It was like he was radiating an inner warmth, one that filled him with a sense of peace and tranquility.

And then, in an instant, the energy vanished. Ling Tian felt himself return to his normal state, his Qi flowing smoothly within him once more.

But something was different. Ling Tian felt a sense of changed within himself, a sense of newfound power and potential. He had unlocked a secret technique, one that would allow him to tap into the deepest, most fundamental levels of his Qi.

He suddenly unlocked the Secret Technique of Qi, However, his cultivation realm was abruptly beset by a nightmarish vision – a desolate landscape scarred by the devastating conflict between the demon and human races. The once-verdant land lay in ruins, littered with the lifeless bodies of countless warriors. Ling Tian's vision had become a harrowing testament to the unforgiving nature of the world, a realm where only the strongest survived.

As the darkness receded, Ling Tian's eyes snapped open, his gaze burning with an unyielding determination. The chronicles of eternity had foretold his ascension; the time had come for Ling Tian to embark on his journey, to defy the boundaries of mortality and forge a legend that would echo throughout the ages.As the practice sessions drew to a close, the students dispersed to their respective families, leaving the White Cloud Temple sect in a state of tranquil repose. Ling Tian, however, remained lost in thought, his mind still reeling from the ominous nightmare that had beset his cultivation realm. The haunting visions of a desolate landscape, scarred by the devastating conflict between the demon and human races, lingered in his mind like a malignant specter.

As he walked along the winding road, his footsteps echoed through the stillness of the evening air. Suddenly, a plaintive cry for help pierced the serenity of the surroundings. "Help, help, please don't kill me, I have kids to look after!" The anguished voice of a woman resonated through the air, drawing Ling Tian's attention to a nearby alleyway.

He hastened towards the source of the cry, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of distress. Upon turning a corner, he beheld a woman cowering in fear, her eyes wide with terror, as a burly thief towered over her, brandishing a menacing dagger. "Give me your purse, then you will leave," the thief growled, his voice dripping with malice.

Ling Tian's gaze flashed towards a nearby stone, and with a swift motion, he seized it, pointing his hand towards the thief. "Hey, you!" Ling Tian sneered, his voice firm with conviction. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled the stone towards the thief, accompanied by a subtle yet palpable wind pressure. Although the attack was not overwhelmingly potent, it sufficed to crush the thief's body, sending him tumbling to the ground.

The woman, now freed from her predicament, approached Ling Tian with gratitude etched on her face. "Thank you, my son," she exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion. As a token of her appreciation, she presented Ling Tian with a spirit stone, a precious gemstone imbued with concentrated spiritual energy. This rare stone could be utilized to fuel cultivation, enhance abilities, or repair spiritual damage.

Ling Tian nodded his head in acknowledgment, his eyes gleaming with a sense of purpose. He continued on his journey, his footsteps leading him towards his family's residence. However, upon arriving at the house, he was met with a scene of utter devastation. The once-serene dwelling was now engulfed in a raging inferno, as enemies from various families surrounded the house, unleashing a barrage of attacks.

Ling Tian's eyes welled up with tears as he beheld the destruction of his family's home. With a heavy heart, he sneaked through the rear gate, his senses on high alert as he navigated the treacherous terrain. His search for his parents led him through the burning house, the air thick with smoke and the stench of death.

As he turned a corner, he stumbled upon a gruesome scene: the lifeless bodies of his family's servants and guards lay scattered about, their faces frozen in perpetual terror. Ling Tian's gaze wandered, his heart heavy with grief, until he finally espied his parents. His father, Ling Ming, lay on the floor, his body battered and bruised, as his mother tended to his wounds, her face etched with concern.

Ling Tian's eyes overflowed with tears as he rushed towards his parents, his voice choked with emotion. However, before he could reach them, a massive burning beam came crashing down, sending Ling Tian tumbling to the ground. As his vision began to blur, he caught a glimpse of an elderly man standing beside him, his features indistinct. And with that, Ling Tian's world went dark.