In the seventeenth thousand year of the Fengyuan Calendar, heaven and earth continued to crumble.
The Great Wilderness's turbid tides grew stronger year after year. Demonic beasts emerged, contaminating mountains, fields, and villages.
Heng Yan, a boy from Qingwu Village, was born to an ordinary family, with no powerful connections and no legacy of cultivation.
All he wanted was a peaceful life, keeping the village's old and young safe through the seasons.
Then the turbid mist descended, demonic beasts slaughtered the village, and disaster came crashing down on him.
In his darkest hour, the bloodline heart-pattern dormant within Heng Yan for centuries unexpectedly awakened.
When the heart is pure, patterns form on their own.
There were no heaven-sent opportunities, no fate's special favor.
Every bit of strength was forced out of him by the determination to protect those around him.
He had seen the villagers weep in fear and turbid beasts tear apart the living things in the mountains and forests.
He had also witnessed firsthand how the heart-patterns of the older generation's mighty cultivators grew chaotic, and how their excessive obsessions ultimately destroyed them.
Heng Yan knew all too well that a heart-pattern was neither a weapon nor a shortcut to power.
If one's thoughts strayed, the pattern would decay, or even turn against its bearer.
To protect the remnants of Qingwu and the few people he had left by his side,
he could only strengthen his foundation step by step, suppress distractions, and temper his heart.
Amid the chaos, seven wounded youths bound by the fate of their heart-patterns gradually crossed paths.
None were born strong. They were all ordinary people who had endured desperate trials and borne the weight of despair.
The so-called awakening of heavenly patterns was never about defying fate.
It was countless ordinary people refusing to give up, shaping patterns with their hearts and shaping heaven with their humanity.
