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In the year 3030, Earth is nearly destroyed by natural disasters caused by global warming. Just as humanity is on the brink of extinction, the Earth awakens and chooses 15 people to receive ancient cultivation techniques. These Heroes lead humanity into a new era of cultivation.

500 years later, mutated beasts, evolving plants, and mysterious realms reshape the world. Lin Ho, the grandson of one of the original Heroes, struggles to cultivate after his parents disappear in a secret realm. On his 15th birthday, his necklace breaks, releasing a golden light that awakens a legendary power inside him—the Chaos Bloodline.

A new destiny begins.

Awakening of Chaos

The sunlight filtering through the jade pines of Qingye Sect felt sharper than before — as if even nature sensed the shift. Word of the underwater realm's collapse spread quickly. Whispers of the Herald, of a disciple defying an Ascendant-class creature, and surviving, ran rampant through every courtyard.

Lin Ho walked in silence through the main path, bandaged but upright. His shoulder still ached, yet beneath that pain surged a newfound depth in his Qi — dense, unshakable. Chaos Spiral Qi now flowed like molten metal through his meridians.

He passed disciples who bowed slightly or stepped aside. Fear? Respect? Curiosity?

Elder Qiu awaited him near the Soulfire Pavillion. The old man studied him with hawk-like eyes, pipe clenched between his teeth.

> "You didn't just survive," Elder Qiu said after a long silence. "You sealed something. Something not meant for this world."

> "I don't know what it was," Lin Ho replied, honestly. "But it hated me."

The elder nodded. "That hatred is not new. Some things remember what Chaos once did — and fear its return."

Lin Ho's eyes narrowed. "You know more."

Then Elder Qiu handed him a scroll wrapped in gold thread.

> "This is a recommendation to become an Inner Disciple. Normally you'd wait months or years. You've made that unnecessary."

> "I didn't come here to rise fast."

> "But rise you must," the elder said, more gently now. "There's a storm gathering. Qingye Sect is only the edge of the world's stage. Soon, it will shift."

That Evening — Lin Family Courtyard

Lin Ho sat alone beneath the old plum tree. Moonlight filtered through branches, illuminating the ancestral tablet that bore his parents' names.

He removed a smooth jade stone from his ring — the same his grandfather had once given him. When infused with Qi, the stone glowed faintly. The voice within it had already spoken once… his father's voice.

> "Reach the God Realm… then we'll meet."

In a mist-veiled mountain beyond any mapped range, a figure draped in cosmic silk robes stared into a floating mirror.

Images rippled across it — Lin Ho, standing against the Herald, his blade cloaked in golden-black Qi.

Another voice echoed from the mist.

> "No. Not yet. Let him walk his path. But if he awakens the second spiral…"

The figure raised a hand, and a hundred runes ignited in the air.

> "Then none of us can remain idle."

Chapter 31: Echoes in the Sect