Normally, transmigration stories begin with that familiar glittering template—a gifted prodigy reborn into a world of cultivation, swiftly rising from humble origins to shatter the heavens with his destined talent. The chosen one is often born amidst auspicious omens, nearly crippled only to rise through the discovery of an ancient ring and the guidance of a legendary master. But my story is nothing like that.
My name is Si Ming—once, in another life, I was Simon Caldwell. One fateful day, while riding a bus on my way home for vacation, a bolt of lightning, as sudden as it was brutal, struck me square in the chest. In an overwhelming surge of blinding light and raw force, my past life was obliterated. I awoke not in a sterile hospital bed mended by modern medicine, but in a completely foreign existence—a world known as Blue Star. Here, cultivation is not merely a pastime; it is the very fabric of life, forged by blood, sweat, and countless hidden tribulations.
I was born again into a modest village governed by the steady hand of the Dark Moon Sect--a Fiendish Sect. Unlike the demonic sects that parade cruelty as their banner, the Dark Moon Sect embraces a curious duality: they combine together dark and righteous cultivation techniques. Their methods, though fiendish in name, are not wholly sinister. In our little village, under the watchful—but not oppressive—guidance of our elders, we were nurtured with care. The sect believed that understanding both the light and the shadow was the key to true power.
Yet fate did not smile upon me in the manner of legendary prodigies. Instead, my new parents, bound by their poverty and desperate hope for a better future, sold me to the sect as a labor disciple. In their eyes, this was the only path available for a child in our beleaguered village—a means to learn, to survive, and perhaps, to someday cultivate greatness. Instead, it marked the beginning of a life steeped in hardship and endless drudgery.
My early years under the Dark Moon Sect were a far cry from the glamorous awakenings often recounted in transmigration legends. I was not swept up on grand training grounds nor did I receive any ancient relics imbued with celestial power. Rather, I was consigned to backbreaking labor—scrubbing, cleaning, and tending to tasks no cultivator ever wished to recount. One particular memory still haunts me: the stables of our sect, where majestic the taked Sacred Beasts, of the sect were kept. Their grandeur was matched only by the odor of their dung—a pungent reminder of my fate. Day after day, I knelt on cold stone floors, cleaning the excrement of creatures considered noble by others, while I trudged through my cultivation journey with naught but bitter resignation.
In the world of Blue Star, the path of a true cultivator is not paved by luck alone but by a staggering array of trials. Every cultivator must climb a daunting hierarchy of realms—each subdivided into nine perilous stages—before they may earn true recognition. The journey begins at the Qi Gathering stage, where one learns to sense, collect, and refine the ambient energy permeating the heavens and earth. Next comes Body Refinement, the process of strengthening the mortal vessel by channeling that very Qi. Only then, upon reaching the milestone of Foundation Establishment, is one recognized as a bona fide cultivator—a moment of rebirth in the eyes of the world. Beyond these initial steps lie further trials: Core Formation, where one sharpens the inner spirit; Golden Core, signifying the crystallization of one's latent potential; Nascent Soul, as the soul begins to form its own path; followed by Soul Formation, Void Refinement, Body Integration, and ultimately the gateways to transcendence.
For those with unfathomable ambition and unyielding spirit, the path stretches far beyond into realms such as Transcendence Realm, and Mahayana the peak of mortal power, and the exalted Immortal Realm breaking the shackles of mortality. Then one may in further pursuing the immortal path can reach realms such as True Immortal, a Great Immortal, or reach the heights of an Immortal King then Immortal Emperor. And for the rarest of beings, destiny may lead them to the realm of Immortal Ascension, further is the realm of the Deity, and even the ultimate pinnacle—the exalted God Realm.
While others in transmigration sagas find themselves blessed by fortune, swiftly transcending the early stages with supernatural help or prophetic relics, my journey was mired in obscurity. Despite my unwavering resolve, I languished in the depths of the early Qi Gathering stage. In the eyes of Earth's mortals, I might have been deemed nearly superhuman—my strength, honed by constant labor, far beyond ordinary limits. Yet here, in Blue Star, my abilities were laughably insufficient. I was trapped in a vicious cycle: forced to labor, shunned by fortune, and perpetually struggling to grasp even the rudimentary techniques taught by the Dark Moon Sect.
Every dawn, as I trudged towards the dilapidated training grounds—a clearing bathed in the ethereal mist of early morning—I steeled myself for another day of relentless toil. I practiced the basic forms of meditation, striving to control the swirling Qi of nature, only to find my progress blocked by an invisible, merciless barrier. I would sit under ancient trees with gnarled trunks, eyes fixed on the endless expanse of the starry night, and wonder why fate had forsaken me. Each spark of progress was extinguished before it could burgeon into a true breakthrough, leaving me trapped in the shame of unfulfilled potential.
I listened enviously to the tales of prodigies from other sects—stories of transcendent breakthroughs, legendary masters descending at critical moments, and rare relics that transformed destiny. Instead of such divine interventions, my life had been a succession of disappointments. I scrubbed the dung of Sacred Beasts, my hands calloused and my spirit battered, while the vibrant energies of Blue Star danced tantalizingly out of reach.
Then, one fateful day—when the bitter taste of despair almost overwhelmed me—destiny chose to offer a twisted, unexpected opportunity. While laboring in the stables, knee-deep in the pungent mess left by a particularly majestic Sacred Beast, my frustration erupted. My soul, battered by years of humiliation and grueling servitude, cried out in defiance against an uncaring cosmos. In that moment, as sweat mingled with the grime on my skin, a vibrant red light burst into existence before my tear-filled eyes.
Before me appeared a mysterious system interface, its crimson aura pulsating like the beat of a primordial drum. Bold, yet unyielding words scrolled across its display:
"Host Detected: Requirements met. Initiating the Ultimate Growth System."
I stared in utter disbelief. Never had I heard of such divine intervention—at least not in the hallowed tales of transmigration legends. There was no venerable master or ancient ring recounting forgotten secrets. Instead, here was a system born from my own seething despair, a testament to the raw power of my anger and determination. The system's interface shimmered as it began to analyze every fiber of my being, measuring my cultivation level and my meager progress.
When the data finally resolved, the display revealed my current state—a grim reminder of my stagnant fate. I was lodged firmly in the 8th stage of the Qi Gathering realm. In Earth's eyes, this might have rendered me a superhuman of remarkable durability, yet in the relentless, demanding hierarchy of Blue Star's cultivation world, it was little more than a crushing confirmation of my mediocrity.
And then, amid the myriad of stats and data points, one icon glowed with an intensity that challenged the darkness of my despair: "Travel." Its description was simple, yet carried profound implications. This skill, as the system explained, would allow me to traverse to other worlds—a perilous journey where I must challenge and defeat the mighty protagonists who ruled those realms. Their powers, once overcome, would be assimilated into my own, bolstering my strength and fighting chance at a breakthrough. I learned that activating this skill would trigger a three-month cooldown—a necessary price for such a heavy gamble.
In that heart-stopping moment, the weight of my might-have-beens, the tragedies of my past, and the sour memories of endless labor converged with a spark of audacious hope. Here, at last, was a chance—a path laid bare by fate's cruel irony. There would be no legendary master descending from the heavens to bestow the secret arts upon me, no ancient ring macerating with lost wisdom. Instead, I was offered a system—an interface of brutal clarity that dared me to risk everything for a shot at true power.
A storm of conflicting emotions roiled within me. My heart pounded like a war drum as I hesitated, then steadied my trembling hand. I recalled every moment spent scrubbing the dung, every long, lonely night spent questioning the endless mediocrity that defined my existence. And in that moment, I decided that I had endured enough humiliation, enough stagnation wrought by the dark fate bestowed upon me.
With a resolve tempered by years of bitter hardship and unyielding defiance, I reached out and tapped the glowing "Travel" icon. The act was small—a mere click on a crimson-lit tab—but it resonated like the first resounding note of an epic symphony. In that instant, the system responded: menus and options cascaded before my eyes, each representing a dangerous journey to realms unknown, where heroes and legends waged battles that echoed through the cosmos.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, hope ignited within me—a spark promising that my destiny could yet be rewritten. The oppressive cycles of labor as a Labour Disciple under the Dark Moon Sect, the endless cleaning of sacred dung, and the relentless struggle against my own limits might finally be challenged by a force not of my own making. The system's interface offered me a future beyond the narrow confines of my village—a future where the rules of cultivation might bend to reward my persistent, unyielding spirit.
I felt the silent promise of ancient energies calling to me—a myriad of realms where the traditional order of cultivation was as brutal as it was glorious. In one world, perhaps, I might encounter an ancient artifact, or even a master whose techniques could shatter the invisible barrier that had restrained my progress for so long. In another reality, legendary battles and storied heroes might grant me the opportunity to absorb their powers, to fuse their strength with my own pitiful spark of potential.
As that final crimson interface pulsed mesmerizingly before me, I could almost hear the whispers of destiny—the faint echoes of countless cultivators who had once stood at such crossroads and decided to forge their paths against all odds. No longer would I be defined merely as a laborer of the Dark Moon Sect, condemned to scrub the stables and wallow in insignificance. Today, I chose to gamble with fate, to face the unknown and claim the strength that had always seemed just beyond my grasp.
Thus, with a resounding tap on the "Travel" tab, my journey across the boundless tapestry of worlds began. The crimson glow of the mysterious system signaled the start of an odyssey that promised both untold dangers and the potential for unprecedented power. In that single, electrifying moment, I—Si Ming, the downtrodden labor disciple of the Dark Moon Sect—resolved to challenge the cruel threads of destiny that had long bound me in mediocrity.
For in the vast, perilous realms of Blue Star and beyond, the cultivation path stretches from the rudimentary stages of Qi Gathering and Body Refinement, through the critical threshold of Foundation Establishment, and onward to realms that exalt the spirit and transcend mortal limitations. Each step—be it Core Formation, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, or further ascension into the immortal domains—demands both blood and sacrifice. And although my starting point may seem cruelly meager compared to the epics recited in ancient legends, I have no choice but to embrace this hard-won opportunity.
There are no golden mentors descending from the heavens to guide me; there is no ancient relic pulsing with the wisdom of the ages. There is only me—a man reborn from a fatal lightning strike on a bus, sold into servitude, and tormented by endless labor—now standing on the precipice of a new and uncertain destiny. With the "Travel" skill activated and the promise of inter-world journeys glittering before me, I step forward into the unknown.
The journey ahead may be rife with trials that could break even the most determined soul, but I will face every challenge with the ferocity of a man driven to defy fate. For even the dust of these humble stables cannot obscure the spark of greatness that burns deep within my heart. Today, I begin to shatter the chains of stagnation and rewrite my destiny among the legends of Blue Star.
And so, as the crimson glow of the system fades into the horizon, I—Si Ming—embark on an odyssey that will test every fiber of my being, challenge every limit, and ultimately determine whether a humble laborer can rise to claim a future among the exalted immortals of this captained realm.
Thus begins my story—a journey not blessed by destiny's immediate favor, but forged by defiant will, a mysterious system's guidance, and the relentless pursuit of a dream that refuses to be extinguished.
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