Chapter 1 – Grandmist Before the Beginning
Ten million years before the rise of Martial World's canonical era, before legends like Lin Ming etched their names into eternity, the 33 Heavens were already soaked in ambition, blood, and divine light.
In the upper realms, within the boundless firmament of the Empyrean Vast Universe, there existed a transcendent Holy Land—Heavenly Desolation World King Palace.
It was founded by a Great World King whose lifespan eclipsed ten million years, a sovereign who once split apart a collapsing minor world with a single palm. His dao name was Desolate Thunder Sovereign. His cultivation had stepped into the Great World King boundary, and within several surrounding great worlds, none dared provoke him.
On the day his grandson was born, the skies fractured with violet lightning.
Nine layers of thunderclouds spiraled across millions of miles. Space folded inward like a breathing lung. Time rippled.
The Desolate Thunder Sovereign stood with hands clasped behind his back, ancient eyes narrowing.
"He carries lightning… no. Space-time fluctuations… and…"
His spiritual perception pierced the void.
"…Destruction intent."
Even he, a Great World King, felt faint pressure.
The child was named Ye Wuchen.
Only Ye Wuchen knew that this was not his first life.
In his previous existence, he had been a reader—one who had devoured the entirety of Martial World. He knew the vast structure of the 33 Heavens. He knew the wars that would erupt. He knew the rise of the Asura Road. He knew the terrifying existence of the Abyssal demons. He knew which opportunities would shake the cosmos.
And he knew one truth:
Power decided everything.
In this life, he was born at the apex. A World King Holy Land. A grandfather who was a Great World King. Innate talent that surpassed most divine sons.
His cultivation aptitude was evaluated at the Divine Shifting realm—a rarity even among Holy Lands.
Lightning affinity: peak-grade.
Space-time affinity: rare heavenly mutation.
Destruction concept: embryonic form at birth.
The clan elders trembled with joy. No one dared slight him. Servants lowered their heads. Even direct-line descendants treated him with reverence.
But Ye Wuchen remained indifferent.
Esteem was meaningless without strength.
He began body tempering at three.
Energy cultivation at four.
By seven, he had condensed a perfect-grade pulse-opening foundation. His true essence rotated like compressed thunderclouds, while faint distortions of space flickered around his meridians.
He cultivated both body and energy.
He remembered clearly: dual cultivation was the path to supremacy.
His body cultivation technique was a supreme manual left by his grandfather—Desolate Heavenly Thunder Body. It used heavenly lightning to forge flesh into divine metal.
His energy technique was the core scripture of the Holy Land—Void Destruction Sutra.
But fate turned when he was nine.
The Heavenly Desolation Palace contained forbidden zones—secret realms forged by Great World King power.
One afternoon, while traversing a spatial corridor meant only for elders, Ye Wuchen sensed something.
Not with perception.
With resonance.
It was subtle. Ancient. Vast.
Like the beginning of chaos.
His lightning bloodline vibrated. His destruction intent stirred violently.
The corridor fractured.
A crack no wider than a hairline opened in space.
No alarm triggered.
No elder sensed it.
As if destiny itself concealed the fluctuation.
Ye Wuchen stepped inside.
He emerged in a silent, grey world.
There was no sky. No earth.
Only endless mist—thick, primordial mist.
Grandmist.
His breathing slowed.
At the center of this space floated a bead It was simple. Unadorned Grey as unformed chaos. Yet the moment his eyes touched it, time seemed to pause.
His soul trembled He recognized it instantly.
The Grandmist Spirit Bead.
One of the three supreme divine artifacts of the universe An existence that even True Divinities would slaughter worlds to obtain It floated quietly, as if waiting.
In the original timeline, this bead would shape destiny itself But that was ten million years in the future.
Right now—
It was here.
Before anyone else.
Ye Wuchen did not rush forward.
His expression remained cold.
In his previous life, he had read countless stories. Those who acted rashly died first.
He sat cross-legged.
Circulated Void Destruction Sutra.
Activated lightning bloodline.
Unleashed destruction concept.
He allowed his aura to harmonize with the mist.
Hours passed Days passed Time lost meaning The bead began to hum A strand of grey energy extended outward like a curious serpent It touched his forehead No violent rejection No tribulation.
Only silence.
Then—
The bead dissolved into mist.
It flowed into his dantian His consciousness plunged into darkness.
Within that darkness, he saw the birth of stars He saw chaos condense.
He saw laws form from nothingness.
Grandmist energy circulated through his meridians, reconstructing them.
Lightning merged with chaos.
Space-time bent under grey currents.
Destruction intent thickened.
When he opened his eyes—
The grey world was gone.
He stood once more in the corridor.
No time had passed outside.
He felt it immediately.
His true essence density had multiplied tenfold. His body's potential had expanded.
More importantly—
Within his inner world floated a grey bead, rotating silently.
It concealed itself perfectly.
Even a True Divinity would not detect it unless he revealed it.
Ye Wuchen's lips curved slightly No one would know Not his grandfather Not the elders Not even heaven This secret would follow him to the grave.
From that day forward, his cultivation speed became monstrous. At nine, he entered Houtian peak.
At ten, he stepped into Xiantian
Lightning tribulations that descended on a desolate peak within the holy land — were devoured by Grandmist energy.
His body refinement advanced rapidly.
His comprehension of space-time far exceeded his realm.
The clan regarded him as a future World King. Even though they knew that becoming a world king was harsh endeavour in it self, they still held some belief that he would one day become a world king and they'd clan would finally a two world kings
But They were wrong. He would be become something that would surpass a mere world king, because that was his destiny.
Ye Wuchen stood at the balcony of the Holy Land's highest tower, gazing at endless starfields.
Ten million years before canon. 'Apparently Empyrean vast universe recently became an empyrean and he was just under fifteen thousand years old, from there you could calculate the timeline' Wuchen thought
Infinite time.
Infinite opportunities.
He knew where ancient ruins would appear He knew where great inheritances slept.
He knew which supreme existences would rise—and fall.
But he would not rely on knowledge alone He would surpass it.
His expression was calm Cold Untouchable.
"In this life," he murmured softly,
"I will stand at the pinnacle of the 33 Heavens."
Lightning flickered in his pupils.
Space rippled faintly around him.
And deep within his dantian—
The Grandmist Spirit Bead rotated, silent as the beginning of chaos.