The Supreme Eternal Prime God 1000X System From Beginning Chapter 4

A stillness settled over the small wooden chamber, the lingering golden radiance slowly dimming as Xiao Lin sat motionless on the fragile cot, his mind still processing the transformation he had just undergone. His hands trembled, not from weakness, but from the sheer power coursing through his veins—an energy so vast, so ancient, that he felt as though he could crush mountains with a mere flick of his wrist.

His vision was sharper, his hearing more refined, his senses elevated to a level he had never before experienced. The dampness in the air, the faint pulse of insects outside the wooden hut, the gentle crackle of the candle’s flame—he could perceive them all with perfect clarity, as though the world itself had expanded before him.

He exhaled slowly, steadying himself.

This body is no longer crippled.

Gone was the frail shell of the past, replaced by a physique beyond mortal comprehension. His very existence had been reforged—his muscles coiled with divine strength, his bones tempered to celestial jade, his blood now flowing with the essence of the Prime Golden Dragon Bloodline, an inheritance thought to have vanished from the world.

But the most profound transformation was the one within him—his Supreme Divine Dantian.

He closed his eyes, focusing inward, and instantly, his consciousness was drawn into the vast cosmos within his core.

If a normal cultivator’s dantian was akin to a small pond, then his was a boundless sea, infinite and unfathomable. Waves of golden energy surged within, pure and limitless, undisturbed by impurities that plagued lesser cultivators. In the center of this ocean of power, a luminous golden sphere pulsed rhythmically, exuding a divine brilliance—his very foundation, reborn.

A mortal’s dantian could only absorb Qi in limited quantities, refining it through a slow, arduous process. But his? His dantian did not just absorb Qi—it devoured it, refined it, and purified it instantly.

No bottlenecks. No limitations.

With this, his path to power had no ceiling.

His gaze flickered as his thoughts turned toward the Primordial Dragon Refining Scripture, the inheritance that had fused into his very soul upon awakening the system.

The scripture was beyond anything recorded in mortal history—a cultivation technique that transcended realms, designed not only to strengthen the body and soul but to refine alchemy, weapon crafting, and martial arts comprehension to absolute perfection. It was the supreme foundation of the forgotten gods, an art capable of shaping the very fabric of existence.

[Host has met all prerequisites: Cultivation can now begin.]

The system’s voice resonated within his mind, calm and unwavering.

Xiao Lin did not hesitate.

Drawing a slow, measured breath, he shifted into a cultivation stance, his legs folded beneath him, his palms resting upon his knees. Closing his eyes, he reached out with his newfound senses, stretching beyond the confines of his body, into the world beyond.

A cultivator’s first step was always the same—Qi Gathering, the process of absorbing spiritual energy from the heavens and earth, channeling it into the dantian, and refining it into personal power.

For an ordinary practitioner, this process could take weeks, even months, requiring absolute focus and repeated meditation to refine even the smallest wisp of Qi. But for Xiao Lin…

It took less than a breath.

The moment he reached out, an overwhelming flood of spiritual energy rushed toward him, drawn as though by an irresistible force. The room trembled, the very air thickening with condensed Qi as golden wisps of energy flowed toward him, wrapping around his body in luminous tendrils.

Had any outsider been present to witness this, they would have fallen into stunned disbelief. Such an influx of spiritual energy was unheard of—even peak-tier sect geniuses required extensive arrays and cultivation formations to achieve even a fraction of this absorption rate.

But Xiao Lin’s dantian was no mere vessel.

It did not simply absorb Qi—it devoured it, compressed it, and refined it into the purest form instantly.

[Qi Gathering Realm: First Level Reached.]

A surge of power coursed through his limbs, his muscles tightening, his bones resonating with newfound strength.

But he was far from finished.

He focused deeper, guiding the energy into every fiber of his being, circulating it through his meridians in a steady flow. With each completed cycle, his foundation solidified further, his body growing lighter yet more resilient, as if the constraints of mortality were already beginning to loosen.

[Qi Gathering Realm: Second Level Reached.]

The candlelight flickered wildly, the wooden walls creaking under the invisible pressure radiating from his body.

He exhaled, steadying his breathing, yet the momentum did not slow. The Primordial Dragon Refining Scripture was unlike any ordinary cultivation technique—it did not simply increase Qi, it perfected the very process of cultivation itself. With each second that passed, he could feel the essence of the world bending to his will, feeding his insatiable dantian.

[Qi Gathering Realm: Third Level Reached.]

A sharp crack echoed through the room as a nearby wooden chair splintered apart, unable to withstand the sheer force gathering around him.

At this rate…

He could surpass the Qi Gathering Realm entirely within a single night.

But he did not let arrogance blind him.

Power gained too quickly without full comprehension could lead to instability. Though he could ascend further, his true strength lay in refining the foundation, ensuring that each breakthrough was absolute and unshakable.

With a final controlled breath, he steadied the energy within him, solidifying his progress.

Time Taken: One Hour.

A cultivator who had once been deemed crippled had reached Qi Gathering Realm, Third Level in a single hour—a feat that defied reason itself.

Xiao Lin’s eyes snapped open, golden light flickering deep within his irises.

The sensation of weakness, of helplessness, was gone.

The shame, the humiliation he had suffered at the hands of his enemies—he would return it a hundredfold.

His first step had been taken, but it was only the beginning.

He had been given a second chance, and this time, he would not waste it.

His enemies thought they had buried him.

They would soon realize he was only just beginning to rise.

His path was clear.

Step by step, realm by realm, he would ascend beyond all creation—until nothing in existence could stand in his way.

Xiao Lin closed his eyes once more.

Tomorrow, he would show the world that the crippled young master of the Xiao Family was no longer a man to be looked down upon.

Tomorrow, he would begin his ascent toward supremacy.