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understanding cultivation

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Synopsis: A story of deep understanding, cultivation, and the journey to truly comprehend the world. Tag: cultivation Author's Note: I don’t have talent. I’m writing with the help of AI. I’m not good with words—I just want to share a character I created. Maybe it’s just for my own joy, to bring this character to life. I don’t expect much from this. I write with AI, for my own happiness, to see how my life might change—one year from now, two years, three years, and so on. I may not write every day. I just want to put my ideas into this novel, even if they shift and change along the way. English is not my native language. I don’t understand it well—I use translation tools.
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Chapter 1 - Bab 1 beginning of life

In a world called Earth, in a remote village nestled among towering mountains and veiled in the mist of morning dew, a baby was born amidst the stillness of nature—the silent witness to life itself.

His first cry pierced the silence of the night, like the opening note of a long tale yet to be written. Inside a modest home, a pair of parents gazed in awe, their eyes glistening with tears, unable to conceal the overwhelming joy swelling in their hearts.

Nine months of struggle and hope had now been fully repaid.

The mother, her face weary yet glowing with a smile, held her baby’s hand tightly. The father, who had always appeared strong, shed tears of happiness for the first time in his life.

“This child…” the father whispered, his voice trembling, “…will bring change.”

They named him Li Yuan—a simple name, yet one imbued with deep meaning: The root of eternity and the beginning of understanding.

They had no idea that this little baby would walk a path unlike any ever imagined—a path of understanding, power, and the hidden mysteries of the world that lie behind the veil of reality.

The baby grew slowly, day by day, as time flowed like a river that never ceased. The villagers soon noticed one thing—this child was different.

His eyes… were not like those of ordinary children.

Gray eyes, like stormy skies heavy with secrets, gazed upon the world with a calmness far beyond his years. In that gaze, there seemed to dwell something deeper than mere sight—a comprehension, or perhaps… a silent judgment from a soul that had lived many lifetimes.

His hair was jet black, straight and smooth like threads of night silk, framing a face unusually handsome for a child his age. His features were sharp yet soft, as if the world had tried to mold him to perfection from within the womb.

The villagers would often say:

“He will grow into someone extraordinary… or become a being who will shake the world.”

But Li Yuan was still just a child. He did not yet know that his fate was not written with ordinary ink, but with the footprints of understanding and the mystery of the Dao itself.