The Heir of the Celestial Diagram

Chapter 1: The Awakening

The void was cold, formless, timeless. The consciousness floated in the darkness, lost among scattered fragments of memories. A name echoed in the endless vastness: Li Tianhao. That was his name in his previous life, an ordinary man who lived and died without great deeds. He was neither a hero nor a villain. Just another fleeting existence, consumed by the relentless flow of time.

But death was not its end.

An invisible force pulled him from oblivion, dragging his consciousness into a new awakening. A sudden heat invaded his mind, as if a hidden energy were shaping him. His vision returned, but what he saw was not familiar. The sky above was a deep blue, and the scent of wet earth filled his nostrils. The sensation of the wind on his skin was so real that he could hardly believe it.

When trying to move, he realized that his body was not the same. Small, fragile, different. Then, like a flood, unknown memories began to emerge.

Han Feng. That was the name of his new body. A thirteen-year-old boy, a resident of the Village of Misty River, a small village located in the borderlands of a vast empire. With the new memories came the understanding of the world in which he had been reborn.

Here, the fate of men was governed by strength. There were two main paths: the cultivation of Qi, a method to strengthen body and spirit, and the path of the Gu Masters, where mystical creatures called Gu were used to obtain supernatural abilities.

The original Han Feng did not possess exceptional talent for either. An orphan despised by the village, without family, without status, and, apparently, without a future. His fate seemed doomed to a miserable life.

But something inside him said that this would change.

When he concentrated, he felt a strange presence in his consciousness. Something that did not belong to this world. He closed his eyes and plunged into his spiritual sea, hoping to find only an empty space.

What he saw was a pulsating diagram, floating in the center of his mind. A perfect hexagram, made of swirling lights, filled with mysterious symbols. Each stroke emitted an ancestral energy, different from anything he had ever felt.

Upon touching it with his consciousness, he felt a wave of power traverse his meridians. It was as if his soul were connected to a source of unlimited knowledge and strength.

— What is this...? — murmured Han Feng, his voice weak but full of astonishment.

The answers didn't come immediately, but he knew that this was the key to his survival in this cruel world.

His rebirth was not by chance.

He had inherited something extraordinary.

And it would make that new destiny yours.