"Some dreams are not meant for deep sleep... but to remind you that you were never meant to exist."
Lin Mo – Comatose after shattering the Embryonic Bone Meridian
After annihilating the Violet Scale Divine Envoy, Lin Mo was utterly exhausted, his body like ash in the wind. He collapsed, his soul drifting in an endless, hazy white void. No light. No direction.
Only one sensation: he was being called back... by someone.
"Lin Mo...
Your blood... is not just sin.
It is... the origin."
He saw himself standing amidst a desolate land – the sky seemed woven from ash and screams, the ground burned into layers of dead Dao meridians.
At the center of that land, a person... was kneeling.
A person clad in ash, with long white hair, his entire body burned but not disintegrated – each bone segment emitting a grayish silver light.
"Are you... me?" Lin Mo blurted out.
"I am the first... to ever step onto this Dao path."
"When I died, the Dao was not complete."
"When you revive, the ash finally has a chance to fly."
He felt that this was not a memory, but an image that his ancestral bloodline painstakingly preserved... to pass on to future generations.
That person narrated:
"Primordial Chaos is not a Dao for strength.
It is a Dao to save a soul that has been denied by all."
He was once a grand Dao practitioner in the Upper Realm, but was erased by the Heavenly Dao itself for creating a cultivation system independent of spirit roots – heavenly mandate – bloodline.
"You are the last bloodline... born from an unspoken hatred."
"But remember: if you are weak, the Dao will betray you.
Because Primordial Chaos... is born from pain that refuses to die."
When he awoke, Lin Mo was no longer his old self.
His gaze... did not look at the world, but pierced through it – as if seeing something that had been buried beneath the foundations of Dao for tens of thousands of years.
He whispered softly:
"Primordial Chaos... is not a path.
It is a question no one has dared to answer."
The moment he stood up, an image suddenly flashed in his consciousness:
A white-clad woman standing on an ashen lotus platform, looking at him from afar.
But... her eyes, once warm, were now covered in ice.
"You... have truly returned?" she asked.
"Who... is calling me?" Lin Mo murmured, looking up at the ash-filled horizon.