On the hillside, where bamboo groves kissed the clouds and a crimson river flowed through the valley, a small group of people lived in that village.
It was relatively close to the Supreme Holy Peak with a distance of a mere 1 mountain and 1 sea afar.
In the village, a humble family welcomed their firstborn son into the world.
"waaaaaaaaaa-" ( baby crying )
As the new moon dipped below the horizon and the first blush of dawn painted the heavens, the infant wailed, heralding his arrival, as the midwife's hands, trembling yet gentle, pulled the baby to light.
Not just that, but from within the child's newborn fragile form, a resplendent light burst forth, illuminating the thatched roof of the humble cottage.
The glow intensified, bathing the parents and their village in an ethereal aura.
Dark clouds began to form, and the electric energy crackled.
The sign of divine boon, a blessing and curse, both at the same time.
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