[Random, they said. So why did you give me the Primordial World?]
On my eighteenth awakening day, I drew the most absurd world in history.
A realm of primordial chaos, where fire, earth, wind, and water raged unchecked.
Rating: Unknown (possibly a malfunction).
In the end, it was hastily classified as an ancient, ruined world that would be difficult to develop.
My classmates laughed at me for having potential but nothing to show for it. My mentor advised me to be more practical.
I nodded in agreement and quietly fished a few odds and ends out of the ruins:
I used the Nine-Turn Profound Art for morning exercises.
I diluted the Three Lights Divine Water and used it to water the flowers.
I treated the little qilin I drew like a dog.
I carefully kept everything secret, doing my best to play the part of an ordinary student who was lucky but useless.
That was until the Global Prodigy Tournament, when the favorite to win, bound to Swallowed Star, unleashed his Internal World and bore down on me.
I scratched my head awkwardly.
“Um… my ruins seem a little crowded.”
“It looks like a few little people in there want to come out and get some fresh air.”
As soon as I said it, primordial chaos reopened behind me.
A seated phantom slowly opened its eyes.
“This place and I are fated to meet.”
That day, the words of a sage rang throughout the heavens.
[Cultivation realms: Meridian Opening, Spirit Gathering, Dao Palace, Divine Ability, Dharma Form, Void Insight, Dao Reflection. Each realm has three minor stages.]
[Fan fiction + urban high martial arts + urban imagination]
