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Starfall: The Azure Abyss Chronicle
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In this chaotic world, mortals must shake the heavens with their very flesh.
"Mortals question the Heavenly Mandate, while ants foolishly attempt to swallow the stars."
He was once the most lowly servant disciple of the Lingxiao Pavilion, his bloodline sealed and reduced to an ant, struggling for three years without any progress in cultivation. In a moment of life and death, his ancestral jade pendant shattered, awakening the ancient Heavenly Gang Star Pattern.
Xing Wen emerged—devouring demonic energy, evolving myriad laws, shaking the heavens with a mortal body!
When Moyuan tore apart the sky and the Heavenly Emperor's conspiracy surfaced, Yun Che raised his sword to the heavens: "If there is no righteousness in this world, then I shall be the one who defies fate and slays the stars!"
In the Xuan Ming Realm, Underworld.
At the foot of Lingxiao Pavilion, the bluestone slabs of the servant quarters were slick with morning dew. Yun Che knelt at the steps, his palm pressed firmly against a sharp fragment of Duan Jian. Blood dripped through his fingers, staining the stone dark red.
"Three years have passed, and you still can only use this move, Nine Thunderclaps?" A mocking voice came from above.
The gray-clad youth Zhou Lan stepped on Yun Che's hand, driving the Duan Jian fragment deeper into his flesh. "Third layer of body refinement? You're not even as good as a guard dog!"
Laughter erupted around them. The servant disciples passed by with their food boxes but spared him not a glance—at Lingxiao Pavilion, even pity was a luxury for the weak.
Yun Che looked up.
The morning light pierced through the mist, illuminating inner disciples flying on swords atop the distant main peak, their garments as white as snow, sword energy soaring to the skies.
That was a dream he once thought he could reach.
Three years ago, he was a genius in the outer sect, shaking the training ground with his set of Nine Thunderclaps. But overnight, his dantian felt like it was bound by iron chains; his cultivation stagnated. The sect demoted him to a servant, and even his former close friend Lin Zhao became a distant observer.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Zhou Lan suddenly yanked Yun Che's collar. "Today's leftover food from the Morning Dew Feast is yours!"
With a crash—
The remnants of wine-soaked food splattered across Yun Che's face. Sticky rice grains clung to his eyelashes, and a sour, rotten smell invaded his nostrils.
"Thank you... Brother Zhou," Yun Che said, lowering his gaze and swallowing the metallic sweetness in his throat.
There was a sense of humiliation; it had to be washed away with blood.
As night fell, in the servant quarters' firewood room, Yun Che opened his bloodied palm and retrieved the ancestral jade pendant he wore close to his body. The surface of the jade was covered in cracks, yet tonight it faintly glimmered with a blood-red light.
This was the only relic his father had given him on the night of the Yun Family massacre.
"Che'er, even in death, protect it..." His father's voice had echoed in desperation as he was pierced through the chest by sword energy.
Suddenly, the jade pendant became scorching hot!
A line of blood seeped from the crack, coiling around Yun Che's wrist like a living serpent. Agonizing pain exploded from his spine, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing his marrow.
"Ugh—"
He curled up on the ground, a beast-like growl escaping his throat. Before him appeared an illusion: in the vast starry sky, nine blood-red stars formed a strange pattern, transforming into sharp swords that stabbed into his brow!
Boom!
From deep within his energy sea came the sound of chains breaking.
The spiritual power that had been blocked for three years surged forth like a flood breaking through a dam, violently washing through his meridians. Flesh tore and healed again; as shattered bones were reformed, they emitted a sickening crunching sound.
When the excruciating pain subsided, Yun Che trembled as he raised his hand—his palm's wound had healed completely, and beneath his skin glimmered golden Xing Wen, as if a galaxy flowed within.
"Heavenly Gang Star Pattern... Swallowing Spirit, Devouring Demon, evolving myriad laws?"
Strange information flooded into his mind. Yun Che's pupils constricted sharply.
What his father had fought to protect was such an extraordinary treasure!
Suddenly, the door to the firewood room was kicked open.
Zhou Lan stumbled in with a wine jug in hand, a fierce expression on his face: "Acting like a coward during the day but shouting happily at night? You're keeping me awake!"
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