The wilderness in the furnace
I was born an alien.
Before I was born from my mother's womb, I already had spiritual intelligence. Both my parents were powerful in the upper realm, but I couldn't practice any martial arts in the world.
Until that day, my mother exhausted her cultivation to open my pulse, but found that my body was a world of its own—
Chaos first emerged, and prehistoric times began to appear.
The furnace and cauldron are mine, heaven and earth are mine, and all things are mine.
"This is... Hongmeng Dao body?" Father's voice trembled, "A Dao that does not belong to this world and cannot be accommodated by this world!"
And I felt the newborn world in my body and chuckled: "No, I just... Prepared my own way to become an immortal."
When the baby moved for the 370,000th time, I finally learned to distinguish my mother's emotions.
The sound of her heartbeat was wrapped in the warm amniotic fluid, like a morning bell striking clouds, and every beat was gentle. But occasionally - when those fluctuations called "Upper Realm Mysterious Sound" come from extremely far away places - the heartbeat will miss half a beat, and then speed up a few minutes, with an indescribable tension.
At this time, I huddled in the chaotic darkness, touched my unformed limbs, and began to count my fetal breaths.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
My fetal breathing was different from other babies. My father once used his spiritual consciousness to explore me, and that was the first time I "heard" his voice. It was as strong as the vibration of mountains: "This child... His breath forms the universe of its own, and is not nourished by the mother's aura."
