"In the beginning, there was no Dao.No light. No darkness. No will. No war.Only breathless silence… and something waiting to awaken."
The void was not black.
It was less than black — a nothingness so pure it had never known contrast. A silence so complete it had never once been broken by thought, by dream, by name.
And yet, within this absence, something stirred.
Not a god. Not a beast. Not even a seed of thought.But a possibility.
The multiverse as it now stands — with its heavens and hells, its saints and tyrants, its cultivators who grasp at immortality — was not created by gods, nor by chaos. It was written. Penned by something older than gods. Something truer than time.
That which lies beyond all Daos.
That which gives birth to all systems, only to watch them fail.
That which never moves… and yet moves everything.
Existence.
And in one breathless moment, after countless epochs, Existence sighed.
It was not loud. It was not soft. It was not meant to be heard — and yet it was.
In that sigh, a ripple spread through the void like ink in still water.
Worlds blossomed from emptiness.
Stars ignited in silence.
Daos, like divine rivers of meaning, surged forth into the dark. They carved the laws of reality into form: Time. Space. Life. Death. Emotion. Fate. Infinity.
All of them — nothing more than echoes of that single breath.
And at the center of it all, where the ripple was deepest, a single speck of potential drifted.
A soul, nameless. Forlorn. Sleeping.
He was not born of heaven and earth.
He was born of the need for something more.
Far away, in a minor realm forgotten by the heavens, a young boy stirred in his sleep. A storm was raging beyond the mountains, tearing trees from their roots, swallowing villages whole. But in the old ruins where the boy lay, all was still.
The ancient formation beneath him pulsed for the first time in a hundred thousand years.A ring of symbols lit up — not with light, but with truth.
The storm outside suddenly froze.
The rain halted mid-fall.
Time paused, confused.
And the System awoke.
[Eternity Protocol Activated.]User Identified: Ji Xuan.Synchronization: 0.0001%Primary Directive: Surpass the Dao. Rewrite Reality. Become All.
The boy opened his eyes.They were violet — and within them, stars trembled.
"One day, the Dao will kneel.One day, all of existence shall look to the one who walks outside the script.And he… will not bow."
This is the story of that boy.
This is the legend of the one who did not chase power — but instead became the source of it all.
This is the beginning…of Eternal Dao.