The Supreme Eternal Prime God 1000X System From Beginning Chapter 3
– forsaken rebirth
Darkness.
A suffocating, endless void wrapped around Xiao Lin’s consciousness, swallowing every fragment of his existence as if he had never belonged to the world in the first place. He could not feel his limbs, nor the warmth of his own breath; it was as though time itself had ceased, leaving him suspended in a weightless abyss where sound and light did not exist. If death had a form, this was it—a silent nothingness, stretching infinitely in all directions, devouring every last remnant of his mortal self.
So, this was how it ended.
A life of insignificance.
Xiao Lin’s mind, though fading, clung to the final fragments of his earthly existence—the memories of a forgotten orphan who had struggled every single day, clawing his way through the misery of a life devoid of fortune or purpose, only to meet his end in a fleeting instant, crushed beneath the wheels of a speeding truck in the heart of a bustling city. No last words. No loved ones mourning his loss. Just a nameless corpse in an indifferent world.
Was this all that awaited him? A meaningless death, followed by an eternity of emptiness?
No.
Something was pulling him back.
A force—ancient, immeasurable, beyond comprehension—wrapped around his soul, gripping him with an unrelenting strength that defied the void itself. It was not warmth, nor was it cold; it was raw, overwhelming power, surging through his being with the intensity of a thousand collapsing stars.
The darkness shattered.
A blinding surge of pain tore through his entire body, far worse than the moment of his death. It was as though every nerve, every cell, every fiber of his existence was being unraveled and reconstructed all at once, the agony twisting through him in waves so intense that he would have screamed—if his lungs had allowed it.
Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the pain ceased.
He could feel again.
His senses roared back to life with startling clarity—the scent of aged wood and faint medicinal herbs lingered in the air, the rough texture of a thin straw mattress pressed against his back, and the distant murmurs of voices, muffled yet distinct, carried through the stillness.
He was alive.
But not as the same person.
His eyes snapped open, revealing a dimly lit wooden ceiling above him, cracked and worn with age, its structure barely holding together. He turned his head, wincing as his muscles throbbed, and took in the small, near-empty room surrounding him—simple, crude furniture, a flickering candle barely providing illumination, and a chill in the air that seeped into his skin.
Then, the memories struck him.
Not his own, but those of another.
Xiao Lin—nominal student of Azure Dragon Academy, a once-promising genius, now a crippled disgrace.
The weight of a life not his own crashed into his consciousness, flooding him with knowledge that he had never possessed. He saw images of an opulent yet cold family estate, the sneering faces of elders and cousins who had once praised him, now looking down on him with disdain. He relived the moment of his crippling defeat at the hands of Zhan Kanzi, the brutal strike that shattered his dantian, destroying his cultivation and reducing him to nothing.
The humiliation. The rejection. The suffocating despair of knowing he would never rise again.
And yet, he had.
For he was not the same Xiao Lin anymore.
A sudden chime rang in his mind, crisp and mechanical, like the strike of a divine bell.
[Universal Prime System Activated.]
The voice was neither human nor emotionless; it carried a weight of authority, an existence beyond mere mortals, as though the heavens themselves had acknowledged his rebirth.
In the next moment, golden text materialized in his vision, shimmering in the dim candlelight.
[Host: Xiao Lin]
[Age: 15]
[Physique: Crippled Mortal Body → Transforming…]
[Bloodline: Mortal Human → Transforming…]
[Dantian: Destroyed → Reconstructing…]
[Cultivation: None]
[Cultivation Techniques: None]
Xiao Lin barely had time to process what was happening before his body convulsed violently.
A surge of unimaginable power erupted from deep within his core, rushing through his veins like molten gold, scorching yet invigorating, tearing apart the remnants of his crippled form and reconstructing it into something new—something beyond human comprehension.
His skin pulsed with radiant energy, muscles expanding, bones compressing and reforging with the hardness of divine jade, his very essence evolving beyond the limits of mortal flesh. His heartbeat thundered, no longer weak and fragile, but resonating with the force of a primordial beast awakening from slumber.
[Primal Codex Physique Awakening – 1%… 10%… 50%… 100%]
An explosion of vitality rippled outward.
The frail, emaciated body that once belonged to Xiao Lin was gone. In its place was something else—something ancient, indestructible, a form crafted by the hands of destiny itself.
Yet, the transformation was not over.
A bestial roar echoed in the depths of his soul, so vast, so ancient, that it sent tremors through his very existence.
His blood ignited.
Not in flames, but in a golden brilliance so pure that it seemed to defy the heavens themselves. His veins surged with Prime Golden Dragon Blood, each drop containing the essence of an unfathomable legacy, coursing through his body with the force of celestial rivers.
[Prime Golden Dragon Bloodline Awakening – 1%… 20%… 60%… 100%]
His breath came sharp and ragged as unlimited strength surged through him, his very soul vibrating with the power of a forgotten lineage long thought lost to the mortal world. His hands trembled—not from weakness, but from the sheer energy coiling beneath his skin, begging to be unleashed.
But the final transformation had yet to complete.
A void yawned open within his core—the remnant of his destroyed dantian, the wound that had doomed his former self to a lifetime of mediocrity. But now, that very void became the foundation of something greater.
A vast golden vortex formed in his lower abdomen, a cosmos unto itself, growing, expanding, refining—becoming something beyond the limits of mortal cultivation.
[Supreme Divine Dantian Forming – 1%… 30%… 90%… 100%]
The moment the transformation completed, the entire room shook violently, a golden radiance bursting forth from his body, illuminating the small space with an ethereal glow.
His dantian was no longer a mere vessel for Qi—it was a divine construct, boundless and unfathomable, a source of energy so vast that it felt as though it could consume entire realms.
His breathing steadied. His mind cleared.
He had ascended beyond what mortals could comprehend.
The system’s voice echoed once more, calm yet absolute.
[You have inherited the Primordial Dragon Refining Scripture.]
[All knowledge of supreme refining, alchemy, and martial arts comprehension is now available.]
Xiao Lin’s consciousness expanded, flooded with knowledge so profound, so boundless, that his very perception of the world changed. He understood the essence of creation, the laws governing alchemy, the secrets of artifact refinement, the foundation of supreme martial arts techniques that had long been lost to history.
This was not just a second chance.
This was the path to ultimate supremacy.
His enemies thought they had buried him, cast him aside as nothing more than a crippled waste.
They would soon realize their mistake.
A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips.
The world would tremble.
Because Xiao Lin had returned.
