Chapter 1 : Introduction of Mortal World.

The mortal world, a vast and vibrant tapestry of kingdoms and clans, is where all journeys begin. It is a world of breathtaking mountain ranges that scrape the heavens, dense forests teeming with both spiritual beasts and forgotten secrets, and sprawling empires built on the sweat and ambition of humanity.

For the vast majority, life is a delicate balance of toil and tradition. But for a select few, the air itself hums with promise.

This is a world where Qi, the spiritual energy of the cosmos, can be felt and harnessed. To the untrained eye, it is just a gentle breeze. To the aspiring cultivator, it is the key to unlocking unimaginable power, extending a fleeting lifespan, and ascending to a higher state of being.

In this realm of mortals, society is full of cultivation practitioners.

Alchemists are revered for their ability to turn rare herbs into life-saving elixirs.

Weapon Refiners are sought after by nobles and warriors alike to forge blades and armor capable of slicing through spiritual defenses.

City-states rely on the intricate designs of Formation Masters to build protective arrays,

While powerful Martial Warriors enforce order and defend against encroaching dangers.

Every profession, every person, plays a role in the delicate dance of survival and ambition.

Yet, above the mortal coil, lie the whispered legends of Immortals and Gods—beings whose power is said to shape worlds and whose existence is a distant myth. For now, they remain in the shadows, their presence felt only as a faint, cosmic hum on the wind. For those daring enough to walk the path of cultivation, their journey is a perilous one, a path from the first breath of Qi Condensation to a final, desperate reach for the heavens.

The Mortal World where a Mortal Realm is divided into .

The Mortal Realm (The Foundation)

1st level:Qi Condensation - The initial stage where a cultivator learns to sense, absorb, and refine the ambient spiritual energy, or Qi. Their body is still frail, and their abilities are limited to simple martial arts and minor spiritual techniques.,

2nd Level: Foundation Establishment -The cultivator purifies their body, strengthens their meridians, and creates a solid foundation for their spiritual energy. They become stronger, faster, and can live for a few centuries. They can use more complex spells.

3rd Level: Core Formation - The cultivator's vast amount of Qi condenses into a crystalline "Golden Core" in their abdomen. This core is a powerful reservoir of spiritual energy. Their lifespan reaches up to a thousand years, and they can fly and unleash powerful attacks.

4th Level: Nascent Soul -The Golden Core shatters, giving birth to a miniature spirit, or Nascent Soul, that is an exact replica of the cultivator. This soul can leave the body, and even if the physical body is destroyed, the cultivator can survive and eventually find a new one. Their lifespan is now several thousand years.

5th Level: Spirit Severing: - In the final mortal stage. The cultivator must sever all remaining ties to the mortal world, be it to family, love, or possessions, to prepare for their ascension. This is a mental and spiritual trial that few can pass.

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Chapter 2 :Introduction of celestial palaces.

The celestial palaces of the Jade Emperor once shimmered with an ethereal light, a testament to the harmony and power of the Celestial Court. But that era of peace shattered in a cataclysmic battle. Demonic forces, their origins shrouded in the deepest shadows of the cosmos, launched an assault of unimaginable ferocity. Golden halls crumbled like dust, divine rivers ran red with celestial echo, and the air crackled with the dying screams of gods.

In the heart of this chaos, amidst the collapsing grandeur, was the Jade Emperor, his usually serene face etched with grim determination. Beside him lay his newborn son, Jin long Jade, whose very essence radiated the potent aura of his divine lineage. Even in his infancy, the "Golden Dragon" possessed a formidable connection to the celestial energies. But the battle raged too fiercely. Fragments of shattered constellations rained down, and the destructive energies threatened to extinguish even the spark of a nascent god.

Looking at Celestial Court destruction on the brink of annihilation and his precious heir in mortal peril, the Jade Emperor made a desperate decision. Channeling the last vestiges of his immense power, he wove an intricate spell, a desperate plea to the very fabric of existence. The magic shimmered around Jin long Jade, a golden cocoon of protective energy imbued with ancient celestial secrets. This enchantment would not only shield his son's fragile life but also veil his divine bloodline, masking his true identity from any who would seek to exploit or destroy him. No celestial being, no demon, not even the most astute diviner, would be able to trace his origins.

With a final, sorrowful gaze at his son, the Jade Emperor unleashed the spell's final effect. A tear in the fabric of reality opened beneath the infant, a swirling vortex that led to the mortal realm. Clutching the hope of his lineage's survival, he gently pushed Jin long Jade into the swirling portal. The rift closed behind him, leaving the fallen Celestial Court to its tragic fate.

Through the chaotic currents of the dimensional tear, the infant Jinlong Jade, shielded by his father's desperate magic, plummeted towards the mortal world. He landed not in the familiar embrace of celestial clouds, but amidst the vibrant, bustling chaos of a land far removed from the serene heights of heaven. He was found nestled near the forest of a sacred river, a babe wrapped in stardust, his golden aura subtly veiled, his true heritage a secret whispered only by the dying echoes of a shattered Celestial Court. His journey, stripped of divine privilege and shrouded in mystery, had just begun in a world unaware of the celestial blood that flowed within his veins.

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In the celestial realms, a divine decree from the Jade Emperor sent Jin Long spiraling through a chaotic vortex. The young celestial dragon, an infant with an immense destiny, was thrust from the luminous, orderly heavens into the turbulent, unknown expanse. He fell like a shooting star, a speck of brilliant gold against the mortal world's boundless blue sky.

Far below, amidst a secluded mountain range veiled in mist, a reclusive immortal felt a profound tremor in the fabric of reality. He was the patriarch of a family that had long ago escaped a celestial realm much like the Heavenly Palaces. His home was a place of quiet cultivation and deep knowledge, a refuge hidden from both mortal and divine eyes. This immortal, known only as Elder Li to his family, gazed skyward, his ancient eyes piercing the veil of illusion that separated his home from the world outside. A golden streak, a falling star that burned brighter than any he had ever seen, caught his attention. He knew at once that this was no ordinary phenomenon; it was a cosmic disturbance, an event of immense significance.

Using his powerful cultivation, he transported himself to the source of the disturbance. There, in a desolate, rocky expanse, he found a crater still smoldering with celestial energy. At its center lay a small, helpless infant, miraculously unharmed. The baby’s skin shimmered with a faint golden light, and around his neck was a simple, elegant necklace. As Elder Li carefully lifted the child, he saw that the necklace was engraved with the name "Jin Long". A knowing smile touched his lips; the heavens had delivered a child of immense power and a destiny tied to his own.

He brought the child back to his hidden village, where his family, an assembly of talented cultivators and wise scholars, greeted him with reverence. They saw the golden light and felt the powerful aura of the child. When Elder Li revealed the name on the necklace, they took it as a sign. They decided to raise the boy as their own, bestowing upon him the name Jin Long. This was not merely an act of kindness; it was an act of faith. They saw in him a chance to pass on their accumulated knowledge and secret cultivation techniques, a legacy that had been preserved for generations.

As the years passed, Jin Long grew. The family, with their ancient wisdom and gentle guidance, nurtured him with care. The boy was a prodigy, absorbing every lesson with remarkable speed. Their hidden sanctuary was a breathtaking spectacle: towering peaks, their summits perpetually wreathed in clouds, cradled valleys where crystalline rivers cascaded over moss-covered stones, their waters singing ancient melodies as they flowed towards tranquil, emerald pools. The family's residence, though not a true palace, was an architectural marvel, carved into the mountainside with sweeping, elegant roofs that blended seamlessly with the natural contours, its courtyards blooming with rare spirit flowers.

His days were filled with the warmth of a loving family, the rigor of a secluded education, and the dawning realization that he was no ordinary child. He learned to walk among the flowers of their hidden garden, his small feet leaving no trace on the dewy petals. He listened intently as Elder Li spoke of the constellations and the flow of qi. By the time he reached the age of five, Jin Long had already begun to show signs of his innate power, an echo of the celestial being he once was.

One crisp morning, while practicing his movement techniques near a particularly ancient waterfall, Jin Long noticed a faint, shimmering distortion in the rock face behind the roaring water. Driven by a child's innate curiosity and a burgeoning sense of his own power, he cautiously pushed through the veil of mist and illusion. He found himself in a vast, echoing cavern, its walls glittering with veins of luminous jade and strange, phosphorescent fungi. The air was thick with the scent of earth and something else—a potent, invigorating aroma.

Lanterns, seemingly lit by an unseen force, illuminated the cavern's depths, revealing a labyrinth of tunnels leading to hidden grottoes. Here, rare spirit herbs of every conceivable color and shape grew in abundance, their leaves glowing softly, their roots drawing nourishment from veins of pure spiritual energy. Some pulsed with a gentle light, others hummed with a low vibration, each a treasure beyond mortal comprehension. But the cavern was not entirely peaceful. Jin Long could feel a subtle, unsettling presence. Deep within the shadows, he glimpsed hulking, shadowy forms with eyes like embers, the faint glint of scales, and the low growl of unseen beasts. These were the ancient guardians, lesser demons and monstrous creatures drawn to the cavern's potent energy, their forms twisted and empowered by centuries of exposure to the spirit herbs. They were not yet a direct threat to the young dragon, but their presence served as a stark reminder that even in this sanctuary, the world held dangers, and his path would eventually lead him to confront such darkness. Jin Long, though young, felt a thrill of challenge, a resonance with the raw power that pulsed around him, knowing these hidden depths would one day be his training ground.