The heavens trembled as Xiao Tian, the once-unrivaled playboy immortal, found himself unceremoniously tossed from the golden gates of Heaven. Stripped of his godly powers and dignity, he plummeted like a falling star—right into the Mortal Realm.
His body, once glowing with an ethereal radiance, now lay in a pile of mud in a small, humble village. He felt nothing but a dull ache in his chest. "What... happened?" he murmured, his eyes flickering open.
The world was silent. His previous life—his endless women, his endless power, his unshakable confidence—seemed like a distant dream. His memories were shrouded in a haze, and the divine aura that once surrounded him was now completely gone.
But Xiao Tian was no ordinary soul. Even when banished, he carried with him the remnants of his divine charm. He reached up and scratched his messy hair, his eyes scanning the dusty ground of the village he had fallen into.
"Is this... the Mortal Realm?" He groaned, struggling to rise. The pain that shot through his body was the last thing he remembered before... nothing. His cultivation base, gone. His reputation, shattered. His beauty—well, that was still intact.
The world around him felt crude and raw, the air thick with a strange energy. He had heard of the Mortal Realm, a place where cultivators begin their journey from scratch, facing countless dangers as they fight for dominance and power. Here, the weak perish, and the strong thrive. But he was no longer strong. He was... weak.
Or so it seemed.
"Well, well," Xiao Tian muttered, standing up and brushing the dirt off his robes. "The world may have taken my power, but it hasn't taken my charm." He grinned, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes. "Let's see what kind of trouble I can get into here."
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Introduction to the Cultivation World:
The Mortal Realm was a vast expanse of kingdoms, sects, and dangers. It was where the journey of every cultivator began. Mortals with latent abilities could learn to cultivate, breaking through the realms to reach unimaginable power. Some did it through intense study, some through martial mastery, and others through the mysterious ways of dual cultivation—uniting the yin and yang to strengthen both body and soul.
Cultivation, however, was not simple. It required the use of Qi, the vital energy that flowed through all things. Cultivators would channel this Qi into their bodies to form a Dantian, a spiritual core that would house their power. From there, they could advance through the Nine Realms, each more difficult to master than the last. The highest was the Heavenly Immortal Realm, a stage that only the most exceptional beings could reach.
But even in this realm of power, Xiao Tian was a special case—he wasn't just any mortal. His heart pulsed with a mysterious energy, the lingering remnants of his past immortal self, waiting to be unlocked.