2025-11-06 17:42:33Morning light slipped through the small window, landing on Elior’s face like warm gold. It should have been a normal morning. Birds chattered. Someone in the village pounded grain. Smoke drifted from early cooking fires.
Nothing unusual. But Elior lay still, staring at the ceiling, feeling like someone had peeled open the world and shown him the bones inside. He blinked slowly. Yesterday had not been a dream. He knew. He did not have the luxury of pretending. He had seen beginnings. Real beginnings. A darkness so deep it felt endless. A spark so bright it felt alive. A book made of light opening like it had been waiting millennia just for him. His heart beat softly. In his mind, a voice continued to echo in cold clarity: > Contrasting bloodline detected Attempt merging… Merge failed Beginning purification Bloodline altering… New lineage granted Law Genesis Bloodline awakened Even now, he could feel something faint flowing through his veins, not like qi, not like the world’s energy, but… ancient. Primordial. Heavy like truth. His fingers curled in his blanket. No one must know yet. Not until he understood it himself. He slowly sat up. A dull warmth curled in his chest, like a coal glowing under ashes. His bones felt… awake. Like his body had remembered something it was never told. Voices murmured outside. He stood, feet silent on the floor, and walked into the main room. His mother was there, stirring porridge over the clay stove. “Morning,” he whispered. Rina turned. Her eyes softened, relief and worry mixed in them. She came forward and touched his forehead, fingers cool. “No fever,” she murmured. “Good.” “I just slept,” Elior said lightly. It was true. He slept. But the universe did not leave him even in dreams. Stars flickered behind his eyelids when he blinked. Runes burned faintly in his memory. Law. Order. Birth. Patterns. He quietly took a breath. Act normal. Mother nudged a bowl toward him. “Eat. Then help your father gather wood.” He nodded, lifting the bowl. The porridge smelled simple but comforting. Real. Grounding. The first mouthful burned his tongue. He hissed. Rina chuckled. “Slow down. Food will not run.” He rubbed his tongue in embarrassment. “I know.” She stared at him a moment longer. Something worried lingered in her gaze. “You were shaking in your sleep,” she said suddenly. Elior froze mid-spoon. “Oh.” Not good. “Nightmare?” she asked. Should he say yes? Too suspicious. Should he say no? Also suspicious. He settled for a shrug. “I… do not remember.” Her hand brushed his hair. “You do not have to be strong every second, Elior. Childhood is not a battlefield.” He almost laughed. If only she knew. Childhood was a battlefield. Just one with softer weapons. He nodded weakly and returned to his bowl. Outside, his father’s voice rose. “Rina! Where is my good rope? The stubborn cow knows I do not need her stubbornness today!” Elior hid a smile. Earth remained earth. He finished eating, wiped his mouth, and stepped outside. His father stood near the shed, rope tangled around his arm like a serpent punishing him for disrespect. Aran saw him. “You are early. Come, help your old man. This rope is committing rebellion.” Elior took the rope and untangled it with steady fingers. Aran blinked. “Your hands moved fast today,” he noted. Elior froze. Too sharp. Too focused. Slow down. He made the knot messy on purpose next time. Aran sighed in relief. “Yes, that looks more like you.” Elior almost snorted. Acting weak was more tiring than anything the universe had shown him. They walked beyond the field to gather firewood. The trees whispered quietly. For the first time, Elior felt something in the world… like threads moving between things. Roots speaking to soil. Dew clinging to leaves by a rule older than life. Law. He could not touch it fully. Not yet. But he sensed it, like a scent carried on wind. He knelt near a fallen branch, fingers grazing bark. In that moment, he saw a seed sprout, a tree rise, leaves fall, earth reclaim. The cycle was faint, only a breath’s glimpse, but real. He flinched, heart quickening. Not now. Slow. Learn. Hide. Aran collected logs. “You are quiet,” he finally said. “Just thinking.” “A dangerous habit,” his father teased, ruffling his hair. Elior gave a small, innocent smile. “Then you must be very dangerous.” Aran blinked, then burst into laughter. “This boy, eh!” Warmth spread in Elior’s chest. Despite everything, this moment was safe. He wanted it to last. But safety was an illusion in worlds like this. He knew that from a past life, and more now after touching creation itself. Once wood was gathered, they returned to the village. Children were running around excitedly near the square. Lana spotted him immediately. “There you are! I thought you melted in your blanket!” “No,” Elior replied calmly. “Blankets do not melt children.” She blinked. “…You talk weird.” A voice scoffed. Taron approached, arms crossed. “He fainted yesterday. Weak people always talk strange to hide it.” Elior tilted his head. “I did not faint. I simply rested… on the ground.” Lana burst into laughter. Taron frowned. Elior felt satisfied. Victory can be small and still sweet. “Anyway,” Lana said, bouncing, “the chief said we will practice sensing again later this week. I felt two laws yesterday! Two!” Taron puffed his chest. “I sensed three.” Lana gasped. “Three? Dangerous. Your head might explode before you grow taller.” Taron deflated like a punctured gourd. Elior bit his lip to hold a laugh. He looked toward the chief’s house unconsciously. The memory of floating, gravity bending, the awe in children’s eyes… and then his vision… His stomach tightened. He was different. Not chosen. Just… placed on a path he did not ask for. A path only he could see. And with that path came eyes. Someone or something would eventually notice. Already, faint pricks crawled at the back of his neck sometimes. Like a distant presence sniffing the air for change. A wolf howled from the forest. Far, but not far enough. Some hunters looked uneasy lately. Something watched the village from the trees. And his awakening would not stay silent forever. He bent to pick a pebble, grounding himself. The world was big. He was small. But smallest seeds birthed forests. Later that evening, the sun dipped orange behind hills. Dinner was warm. Soup and bread. Simple, comforting, safe. Rina sat beside him, brushing his hair. Aran sharpened tools, occasionally humming a tune Elior did not recognize. Home. Afterward, Elior lay on his mat. Shadows stretched softly across the ceiling. He looked like a child preparing to sleep. Inside, the Book of Laws glowed faintly. A page turned in his mind. Law of Beginning 0.1% A shiver ran through him. Vastness pressed against him like a sky too heavy for shoulders too small. Not yet, he thought. I am not ready. The book dimmed slightly, as if agreeing… or simply waiting. Outside, an owl hooted. Wind rustled leaves. Beneath it all, he felt the faint pull of laws around him, calling softly, like distant songs. Elior closed his eyes. He would grow slowly. He would hide in plain sight. He would learn, breathe, observe, endure. He was a child. He was a seed. A beginning wrapped inside another beginning. And somewhere beyond the forest, something stirred, sensing the faint birth of a power older than stars.
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The halls of the Azure Sky Sect were quieter than usual, yet the stillness carried a weight that made every footstep echo unnaturally. Even the faint rustle of robes seemed amplified, as though the very stone walls were listening. The Sect Leader had not summoned anyone to speak of the primordial aura that had appeared the day before, but every disciple and elder felt the aftershocks in their own way. Whispers ran through the corridors like hidden currents, delicate but persistent, and those trained in the perception of laws could detect the subtle shifts in tension that pulsed beneath the surface.In one of the upper observation halls, the Grand Elder paced slowly, his hands behind his back. His robe, dark and immaculately pressed, swished with each measured step. “Our guest has talent, that much is certain,” he said without looking at his advisers. His voice was calm, steady, yet it carried an authority that made the younger disciples bow slightly even at a distance. “But talent alo
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Morning light spilled slowly across the mountain peak, touching stone and pine with a gentleness that felt almost unreal after what had occurred beneath the mountain. The Azure Sky Sect looked the same as it had the day before. Clouds drifted lazily between peaks. Distant bells rang to mark cultivation hours. Disciples moved along suspended bridges and carved stairways, unaware that the heart of their mountain had already chosen a new master.Elior stood at the edge of the platform outside his residence, his robes unmoving despite the breeze. From the outside, he appeared calm, composed, and untouched by disturbance. Only he knew how tightly his awareness was folded inward, how carefully he was restraining the changes rippling through his soul.The Book of Laws had gone silent again.Not dormant. Not asleep.Silent in the way an ocean becomes still after swallowing a storm.Elior breathed slowly, grounding himself. He did not rush to examine what had been engraved. He did not chase un
THE HEART BENEATH THE STONE
The primordial aura faded as abruptly as it had appeared, like a breath drawn in by the world itself.Across the Twin Moon World, the momentary sense of desolation lingered far longer than the power that caused it. Vast skies returned to their calm blues, seas resumed their gentle tides, and spiritual veins continued to pulse beneath the land as they always had. Yet those who had felt it knew that something was wrong. The aura had not been violent, nor had it carried killing intent. Instead, it had been ancient, lonely, and absolute, as though a fragment of a forgotten era had briefly awakened before falling silent once more.In the Western Sky, elders of various sects emerged from seclusion, their expressions dark and uncertain. Many attempted to trace the disturbance using secret techniques, divine senses, or law resonance, but all efforts ended the same way. The trail vanished the moment it began, as if the source had never truly existed within the world’s boundaries. Some dismisse
AURA FROM EON'S AGO
The night above Azure Sky Sect was calm, almost deceptively so.Mist drifted lazily around the mountain peaks, curling around ancient pavilions and suspended bridges like a living thing that had learned patience. The stars shone faintly through thin clouds, their light fractured by layers of spiritual formations that had guarded the sect for generations. To an ordinary disciple, this was just another quiet night. To those who stood higher, it felt like the moment before a storm that had not yet decided whether to exist.Deep within one of the inner halls, the Sect Elder who had earlier spoken to Elior sat alone.The chamber was wide and circular, its floor engraved with complex law patterns dulled by age. Spirit lamps burned softly along the walls, their flames steady, their light warm. The elder had long since dismissed the attendants, choosing silence over comfort. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow, his mind drifting through layers of perception as he reviewed the state of th
THE SILENT PEAK
Elior stood respectfully as the Sect Leader concluded his explanation of the Twin Moon World, the competition, and the path that lay ahead. By the time the last words faded, Elior understood far more than before. Not just about Azure Sky Sect, but about the world itself. The distribution of power. The gap between continents. The meaning of true genius.The Sect Leader did not ask Elior any further questions.Instead, he looked at him for a long moment, eyes deep and steady, as if engraving Elior’s presence into his memory. Then he spoke calmly.“You will stay within the sect for now. Prepare yourself. When the time comes, you will represent Azure Sky.”Elior nodded once. “Understood.”The Sect Leader turned slightly and gestured with his hand. “Aron.”From the side of the hall, a young man stepped forward immediately. He wore the robes of an inner disciple, his posture straight and his movements disciplined. His cultivation was solid, already at the late Law Manifestation Realm, yet h
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