Deep within the sacred Azure Source of Rising Radiance Region, where the thousand mountains rose like sleeping dragons and tigers, there lay the Dao Source Mountains—a cluster of five majestic peaks, shrouded eternally in flowing mists of spiritual essence.

  At the very heart of this range, hidden from mortal sight and known only to a few across the vast Boundless Dao Origin, stood the Nameless Peak. Unlike its majestic brethren, this peak did not pierce the heavens with grandeur, but instead sank low, rooted deep into the bones of the world.

  From above, however, one could witness a breath taking secret—the five peaks, with Nameless Peak at the center, naturally aligned to form a primordial array, a masterpiece wrought by the heavens themselves. Invisible veins of ancestral qi, forged at the dawn of creation, flowed through the mountains like a web of living Dao, converging upon the Nameless Peak like dragons returning to the sea.

  It was here that the Origin Dao Palace, one of the Four Great Sects under heaven, had laid its sacred foundation. And at the very center of the Nameless Peak, atop an ancient terrace untouched by the years, stood the Origin Dao Temple—a place of ultimate reverence, where the flow of heaven and earth gathered endlessly.

  At this moment, deep within the Origin Dao Temple, a figure clad in simple gray robes sat cross-legged atop the altar of Eternal Dao Stone.

  His hair was half-white, half-black—like Yin and Yang weaving through eternity. His eyebrows drooped low like ancient willows, yet between his brows shone a brilliance sharper than ten thousand suns.

  He was none other than the Dao Source Immortal—Sect Master of the Origin Dao Palace, a man whose name could silence a hundred domains.

  Yet now, this ancient existence, whose cultivation had touched the faint edge of Immortality itself, was... in utter disarray.

  His breathing was chaotic. His immortal core trembled. Blood lined the edges of his mouth.

  Just moments before, while meditating upon the Grand Source Dao, an unfathomable vision had torn through the heavens.

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  The skies had darkened, the Candle Dragon had closed its eyes, and all Dao lines had twisted. The mighty Origin Dao Palace—founded upon the ancestral veins of the world—should have remained steady even in the face of cataclysm.

  But instead...

  Rumble—!

  The sect’s Luck Suppression Treasure, the "Severing Fate Copper Seal," which for ten thousand years had stabilized the sect’s karmic tides, had suddenly shattered apart, unable to withstand the maddened surge of fortune!

  A golden torrent of sect fate, ten thousand times richer than before, burst forth like a broken dam, flooding the entire Origin Dao Palace!

  Dao Source Immortal, caught unprepared, had suffered a direct karmic backlash—his organs ruptured, his soul nearly torn from his body!

  Only by hurriedly summoning his most precious companion—A creature slumbering beneath the Dao Temple since ancient times—Had he managed to barely suppress the calamity.

  It was an ancient, peerless existence A Dragon Turtle of the Primal Dao.

  Roar—!

  With a cry that seemed to shake the very fabric of the world, the infant Dragon Turtle—no larger than a water basin—crawled onto the altar.

  Its shell, veined with faint golden runes, exhaled endless waves of stabilizing force. Its eyes, deep as ancient seas, stared quietly at the surging tides of fortune.

  Its mere presence calmed the storm.

  The chaotic torrents of sect fortune, fate lines, and karmic patterns slowly sank into order once more.

  Dao Source Immortal sat slumped atop his meditation stone, his breathing ragged. Blood stained the edges of his sleeves. His pupils shivered as he gazed out across the great mountains.

  He murmured, voice filled with awe and fear:

  "A child... no, a calamity clothed in flesh... has been born."

  "Fate itself is no longer fate. Karma itself is no longer karma."

  "To stir the Boundless Dao of Infinite Samsara… to defy the River of Fate…"

  He raised his trembling hand, stroking the tiny Dragon Turtle who had saved him.

  Above the Origin Dao Temple, clouds twisted into endless lotus patterns. Rays of auspicious light poured down like waterfalls. Ethereal bells rang in the distance, as if welcoming the birth of a supreme sovereign.

  The Dao Source Immortal closed his weary eyes.

  He knew.

  The world was changing. The heavens had shifted. The true era of chaos and opportunity was about to begin.

  And somewhere, not far away...A child cradled gently within the arms of destiny had already opened his innocent eyes.