The incident with Lan Feng had a profound impact on me.I had discovered a hidden power inside myself . I was thinking I am going to suddenly awaken some dormant ancient bloodline which could be my golden finger.
My spirit core had always been unstable. While others advanced in their cultivation smoothly, I struggled to even form my first meridian cycle. Elders called me a "spiritual cripple." Some pitied me. Most ignored me.
But I knew there was more.
A dream—no, a memory not mine—had led me here. A vision of crimson flames dancing through the heavens, a silver-eyed figure standing atop mountains, wielding a blade that could cleave through fate itself.
Suddenly, heat surged through my body like wildfire. Symbols flared on the surface, ancient sigils older than any sect scripture. The gate groaned, then shattered into dust, revealing a chamber shrouded in red mist.
Inside, at the center, was a pedestal—and atop it, a heart-shaped crystal, pulsing like it was alive.
The moment I stepped in, it happened.
My chest burned—an unbearable, searing pain. I fell to my knees, coughing blood, eyes wide in agony. My veins turned black, then glowed crimson, like molten lava coursing beneath my skin.
Visions slammed into me.
A war between realms. A dragon with wings made of stars. A clan of warriors whose blood could command fire, shadow, and lightning—the Crimson Vein Lineage, lost to time, hunted to extinction by jealous sects.
And I was their last heir.
I screamed as my meridians snapped and reformed, deeper and more intricate than any mortal path. My spirit core shattered—only to rebuild itself into something… older. Wilder.
The crystal dissolved into smoke and flowed into my chest.
Then, silence.
When I opened my eyes, everything was different.
I can feel the qi around me going inside my core without any hindernce which suprised me .
And my cultivation started to rise directly from Qi gathering to Golden core realm and my foundation was solid.