Sovereign of the Primordial Flame

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The world of Xuanhuang was vast beyond comprehension, a realm where titanic sects ruled over boundless lands, and immortal clans wielded authority over the laws of the heavens. Mountains soared into the clouds, rivers ran with liquid spirit essence, and the sky itself seemed to hum with the power of countless cultivators striving for the peak.

In this world, strength was everything. Those who stood at the pinnacle could sunder the void with a wave of their hand, while the weak were nothing more than dust, destined to be trampled upon.

In the far reaches of the Eastern Continent, nestled within a forgotten valley, a youth lay unconscious amidst the charred remains of a once-thriving village. His name was Jiang Chen. His body, frail and battered, bore the scars of a cruel fate. Yet within his shattered dantian, a faint ember pulsed with unyielding vitality—a primordial flame, sealed within him since birth, waiting for the moment to awaken.

As the cold night wind howled through the valley, a figure cloaked in black emerged from the darkness, his piercing gaze fixed upon the unconscious youth. "The bloodline of the Fallen Sun Clan still lingers… To think a mere boy survived the massacre. Fate truly plays a cruel game."

With a flick of his sleeve, the man vanished, leaving behind only a single jade slip inscribed with cryptic runes.

At that moment, the ember within Jiang Chen’s dantian flared, as if responding to an ancient calling. His fingers twitched, his eyes fluttered open, and in the depths of his soul, a voice echoed—

"The flames of the primordial era… shall rise once more."

Pain. A searing, unbearable agony surged through Jiang Chen’s body, as though molten lava coursed through his veins. His consciousness wavered, yet deep within, he sensed something—something ancient stirring within him.

Memories flooded back. His village, once a haven of peace, reduced to ashes. His parents, their final words lost amidst the roaring flames. And the enemies… those who had brought ruin upon his home. Anguish and hatred intertwined, igniting a fire within his heart.

A surge of power erupted from his dantian, spreading to his limbs. The faint ember that had lain dormant all these years now blazed like a newborn sun.

Jiang Chen gasped, his body convulsing as the transformation began. His skin, once pale and frail, hardened with the radiance of tempered steel. His meridians, previously crippled, now pulsed with newfound energy. His shattered dantian… was no longer broken.

It had transformed.

A mark of fire burned upon his chest—an insignia unseen in this world for thousands of years. The Scorched Spirit Physique, the legendary constitution that had once shaken the heavens.

Jiang Chen clenched his fists, flames flickering between his fingers. "From this day forth… I shall carve my own path. The heavens may burn, the earth may crumble, but I… I will rise!"

In the distance, as if answering his vow, the night sky blazed with crimson light, heralding the dawn of a new legend—the Sovereign of the Primordial Flame!