In the vast Infinite Primordial Domain, within the Azure Source of Rising Radiance region, stood the Dao Lotus Sacred Kingdom — home to one of the Four Great Sects, the Origin Dao Palace.

  Atop Heavenly Harmony Peak, the sect’s beating heart, the Peak Masters had gathered solemnly before the grand Main Hall. The air thrummed with an otherworldly stillness, weighed down by unspoken thoughts.

  Among them, a young man clad in flowing azure robes paced restlessly, his steps stirring ripples through the world's Qi. He moved with the grace of the rising dawn itself, radiant with early morning light, yet an unmistakable anxiety clung to him, a premonition gnawing at his soul.

  His breath was steady, calculated — yet his mind whirled with unease. He could not say why, but today, he knew, everything would change.

  Suddenly, the heavy golden doors swung open. Midwives, flushed with excitement and reverence, hurried out.

  "You have a son!" one cried joyfully.

  Without hesitation, the young man rushed into the sacred hall. His heart thundered in his chest, but an unshakable sense of destiny carried him forward.

  Upon a bed woven from divine spirit silks, an infant lay, his cries resonating with a force that seemed to stir the very laws of existence. The young man approached, and as his gaze met the child's for the first time, an overwhelming surge of emotion washed over him — a bond so profound, it seemed to transcend time and space.

  The moment he lifted the infant into his arms—

  The heavens trembled.

  Above the Nine Heavens, the ancient Candle Dragon — sovereign of both light and shadow — closed its eyes in solemn reverence. It was said that when the Candle Dragon closed its eyes, the world itself would bow.

  And so it did.

  The sun dimmed. The stars faded. The very lights of the cosmos extinguished, swallowed by a silence so deep that even time seemed to pause.

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  A bolt of heavenly lightning then split the darkened sky with an explosive roar. The shattered void revealed a cascade of boundless visions:

  Immortal Emperors, robed in cosmic majesty, bowing low in humble reverence.

  Golden lotuses blooming in the emptiness, their petals unfolding like ancient scrolls revealing secrets older than time.

  A river of stars reversing its flow, swirling backward through the firmament.

  A colossal crown, woven from the threads of fate itself, forming above the infant’s head — a crown not of gold or jewels, but of pure, radiant Dao energy.

  Yet this was but the beginning.

  Far beyond mortal sight, in the Boundless Dao Core Region — the sacred origin of Boundless Dao of Infinite Samsara— stood the Primordial Dao Tree, the most ancient existence in creation. Its branches stretched across time and space; its roots entwined with the marrow of all realms. Its leaves bore the weight of countless worlds, each a reflection of the Dao’s infinite truths.

  From these leaves, like dew from a celestial dawn, worlds and heavens fell into the Eternal River of Boundless Horizons — one of the Three Great Rivers that carried the lifeblood of creation.

  Every being born was naturally tethered to the River of Fate, their destiny a single thread in its vast swirling tapestry.

  But on this day, when the infant cried out—

  His thread snapped.

  The River of Fate trembled. Waves of violent energy surged through the cosmos as the laws that governed destiny buckled.

  And then—

  The Primordial Dao Tree itself shuddered.

  Not a single branch, not a lone leaf — but the entire tree, the very embodiment of Dao and Samsara, bowed in reverence.

  Worlds quivered. Supreme Beings, True Emperors who could sunder the heavens with a mere thought, and Ancients whose names were etched into the marrow of existence, awoke from their eternal meditations. Their expressions were filled with shock and awe — for the Primordial Dao Tree to bow was an event beyond mortal comprehension.

  Above the Nine Heavens, the Heavenly Dao Eye opened — a colossal, unfathomable gaze stretching across the epochs. It pierced through all barriers, all realms, all destinies.

  From its eye, a single beam of celestial light descended — a light filled with the infinite mysteries of the Dao, potent enough to unravel and weave the very fabric of creation.

  The light fell upon the child.

  It was no mere blessing of fortune, nor a gift of talent.

  No.

  It was a Seed of Boundless Origin — an embryonic Dao, so vast that one day it could rival even the might of the Primordial Dao Tree.

  On this day, as the heavens bowed, the Rivers of Fate and Time quivered, and the Dao itself trembled—

  A legend was born.