“Child, do not be reckless,” the elder who had been flung backward by glyphs warned gently. His voice carried the weight of old age, his vigor spent, his former might faded. His lips were stained with blood, dripping red upon his white beard and hair, a stark contrast marking his weary, concerned face.
The villagers held their breath and felt their hearts ache: an elder nearing his eight, almost ninety, had suffered dishonor, and they had been powerless to avert humiliation. Gritting his teeth, **Shi Linhu** wiped blood from his cheek—a wound inflicted by an enemy’s whip that continued to spill. “Rest assured, Grandparents, Uncles, I shall not take reckless risks,” spoke out **Xiaobufang** to calm them with a vow of measured caution; he would not act until absolute certainty was grasped.
With ferocious intruders threatening *Shipan*, endangering its survival itself, it mattered little now if they bore the old scars of bygone horrors — the peril was undeniable. Enraged and shamed, **Shipan** folk bore their rage as a collective fire. A band of children, eyes reddened by fury, clenched tiny fists with the fierce desire to mature quickly so they may one day strike the offenders down entirely — to deliver **Shipan** and end their plight in one stroke.
“We will make it through this trial. From this very day, I will cultivate earnestly and grow in power to shield the elders and the village from ever needing endure harm again!” The youth vowed; their innocent voices only deepened sorrow and shame throughout the adults present — “It is we who are failing to defend our home,” murmured warriors like **Shi Feijiao**, their fists clenched.
“There is nothing to blame yourselves. Our lineage’s secrets were lost. You all embarked on glyph training late, too far past the golden years,” explained the chieftain, head swaying gently.
Still, men whose blood ran as thick with fierce valor stood humbled: to hear of such disgrace stung like poisoned arrows in their honor, leaving raw anger simmering within them.
“Ready yourselves, prepare for the worst to come,” an elder proclaimed after a moment that stretched too long. So saying, **Zongzhang**, the chieftain, issued orders: fetch the **Unicorns**, hidden deep within forest recesses. Retreats may require their swift forms ferrying children and the vulnerable to safer haven should things turn truly calamitous.
Yet some twenty days remained, and the village swayed into urgent activity with purpose. The battle-fit trained to meet peril, others made swift provision for escape and safety, while others yet sat silent amid verdant boughs, seeking wisdom in nature’s hush.
A hidden jewel was that **Unicorn** contingent — if matters spiraled toward ruin, their blistering speed might carry escapees away before the ravishers would give chase — swift though they might be.
“To what benefit does that crimson feather serve?” questioned one, recalling the relic left by little crimson-winged **Mo Giao Peng**’s parting.
**Shi Yun Feng**’s response fell heavy as stone. “Out of wilderness’ bosom, displayed to many factions for strategic purposes — then yes! Here amid the **Great Wilderness**, where a band of predators hunt alone, they could silence all, and no word escapes the blade. The charm is weak here now.”
Then alone, young **Xiaobufang** took trail back deep into forest — to breach thresholds and climb to untapped heights.
Rainfall hummed in forest canopy’s hush as he staid still upon jutting brawns of Earth’s body, calm amid nature-song. Amid tempest howls, silver fire slashed sky — forked streaks tore clouds, deafened ears like booming ancestral drum. Earth trembled: growls shook deep and wing-beasts cried sharp cries; yet the child sat serene — untouched, unmoved; neither joy nor grief touched face serene and calm.
His was the quest to understand divine laws hidden in *Dongtian* truths, nearing breakthrough into a fresh realm of being — days slipped as **Xiaobufang** vanished, forgotten meals and battles yet-to-come eclipsed. Only growth mattered.
Night and dawn — cycles turned unmeasured — until village grew uneasy. Yet he surfaced again when stars dimmed before rising.
He sat still amid root and stream, gazing at sun and star with all emotion left like ash in wakeful void, immersed in transformation’s path.
Ten-odd suns rolled away — he remained unmoved by winds or rain’s pattering song, eyes aglow with glyph-flames as time danced around in stillness. On the fifteenthand twilight…
Clasping **Sacred Bone’s** luminance, the child was sealed in its secrets — decoding *Yuan Shi Zhen Jie*, unlocking *War God Illustration*. Visions rose from bone’s heart: *Chi Dragon* locked in mortal strife with grinning *Suanni*, vivid spectacles — iridescent **Peacock Monarchs** against ravenous maws; and again crimson mists from **Divine Maw’s Blood Battle**, where divine beings perished at hands of **Hong**’ essence.
Sacred osseous bone illuminated **Mandala of Radiant Clouds**, **Qi**, and even Chaos itself as **Shao Tong** immersed in the *True Scripture*’s sanctity. Then—on brink of threshold—he *touched* the deeper meaning of battle-glyph illustrations. Being itself refined in purity and crystal luminance—glyphs enwrapped his soul.
In that moment — transfiguration! Body radiant — as if wrought in sevens’ worth of sacred metallic refinement; glyphs swirled — a chorus’ worth of incandescent glyphs blooming like **Sovereign’s Lotus Furnaces** within body and blood — absorbing cosmos for the final crucible of metamorphosis.
Dongtian—more a concept than rank, was not only mastery—it encompassed channeling cosmos into being, inscribed glyphs in harmony, weaving truths behind order and nature; a cosmos within one flesh and beyond it.
It was *Creation*, a divine conduit — whether within or beyond form—that was **Dongtian’s** sacred mystery.
A cataclysm roared through the *Great Wastes*. Tremble seized land, mountains quaked, as if *The Heavens* crumbled with a thundering crack and *Halls of Immortals collapsed like sand* beneath titan’s step. And from that sound poured **a deluge of runes** — radiant glyphs inscribed in luminous gold, like forged divine gold, scorching air and earth and swallowing **child’s being** in its radiant torrent.
An aura erupted skyward; a crimson tide that shattered the firmament’s veil until above the head a cavern appeared—as if molten rock had coalesced above **Xiaobu Fang’s skull**, three-inches aloft, shaped gray as weathered cliff.
Deep in heart of this “crater’s vent”, surging waves surged red like rivers of vitality—a glow that rivaled fire itself, like lava dancing beneath ancient forge. Breakthrough came.
Cosmic symphony responded—**Dongtian** had birthed within this being. Transmuted soul soared into a higher state; vigor surged like rivers finding their sea; the cosmos vibrated along.
Above his crown: a gray-brown vent alive with raw cosmic fire—a crimson cascade within now channeled to pour into vessel and root him in harmony, tethering the self to the infinite source itself — the great **Mandate of Heaven’s Law** poured forth to bind flesh and essence and soul.
To possess *Dongtian* was the height of mortal power — drawing **Cosmic Divinity**, the divine nectar that filled even gods, now churning through blood and bone: glyphs awakened in golden waves to empower every pulse. Strength renewed, endless like breath of life itself: never would he wane nor falter unless locked in divine conflict.
The conduit burned bright still. Crimson poured from the ancient opening, descending as molten torrents through the astral channel and into his form; it was as though the *wilderness of heaven* fed into him—unrelenting torrent of essence flowing straight to nourish his rebirth.
“Such is… the sensation of **Dongitian!** Such ecstasy,” he murmured breathlessly as he let himself float in rapture’s hush – strength coursing like a god awakening.
The world shimmered at his threshold — a vessel for forging holy arms with sacred runes, the essence of power refined by will. Yet even as he sought repose and understanding in this new state—
A roar shook air as his frame resonated outward like peal of thunder through still waters, casting radiant luminescence into every branch and breeze. At his left emerged another gray-brown opening—a vessel glowing silver, surging energy akin to alien **molten metal**, a twin flame burning amidst astral hush, real in sight and sound. Another **Dong Tian**! Luminated and radiant, golden petals scattered about him in divine dance – crystalline, ethereal — holy bloom of transformation unfurling with him at the heart-center.
“Why, another!?” he exclaimed—marvel lit his eyes in childlike mirth. Was “preparing deeply first, then sudden bursting forth” the meaning *Li Shen* taught? He’d assumed depth was key, but it now unfolded in unexpected ascent. A mere child at breaking through, but **two vents blazed open!**
But the unfolding was not stopt — glyphs danced thickening like storm-wind and cosmic storm around him: glyph-storms that painted an infinite pattern-field alive with power-rivers.
The next **Opening** took form at **Xiaobu Fang’s** rightmost flank—a mouth of pure violet essence that pulsed like lava drawn from the deepest fathom. The **Throne of Heaven** crowned now, three mouths—red, silver, purple—took form and drew essence down his frame like triptych flames.
“Huh… I delayed pushing upward—I chose instead to deepen myself. Refining sacred eggs laid by **Azure Peacock Kings**, this buildup bore its flower,” he exulted gleefully, his eyes crescents as joy overtook.
He had advanced—suddenly—to a mid-stage **Dong Tian** adept! Let this leak from lips of the wild—how many beards will fall in astonished shock; how many ears will hear his tale will question its validity — yet this is how it is.
Breaking in was rare enough; those who breached this plane by effort alone—nearly unheard of — but **Xiao Bufang** shattered boundaries and burst in, creating *THREE* sacred openings — *a thing of myths, sung rarely even in tales.*
So sudden was his leap and brilliance, no one—not even he—imagined this. Yet now, as light settled into stillness within, a young voice echoed through *Shipan’s*, whispering promises upon morning zephyrs: “**A new light rises. And this is only the Beginning!**”
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