A Universe Screaming in the Pains of Birth
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The newborn universe resembled a body being mercilessly tortured. Its red sky bled droplets of molten glass, scorching the earth that looked like the skin of a shivering beast. The trees—if they could be called that—were pillars of intertwined golden bones, creaking as if bones were being broken in a parallel world.
At the center of this chaos stood Jihan, facing the three-eyed child holding the still-beating heart of Lang Xian. The child's third eye, blood-red like cosmic wine, stared into Jihan as if it were draining his soul drop by drop.
"Father... I finally found you."
The child's whisper was a blade in Jihan's ear. It wasn't human—it was the echo of thousands of souls consumed by the beating heart.
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Memories Crawling Out of the Grave
When Jihan touched the heart, a portal opened into a past he had never lived. He found himself in the hidden village of Xinluo, where twins were raised to become time guardians:
Young Liang Yue trained with a sword forged from darkness, her golden eyes burning with resolve.
Lang Xian as a child lurked in the shadows, scheming to steal his sister's power.
The blind priest (before he lost his eyes) performed rituals to merge twins with the spirits of wolves.
But the true shock was seeing Jihan himself among them, like an invisible ghost. His third eye—unknown to him until now—ignited, releasing a red light that revealed the truth:
Jihan was the lost twin—the one whose fusion ritual failed, and who was hidden in a parallel universe until the right time.
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The War That Began Before Birth
Jihan returned to the present, but something had changed. The beating heart in the child's hand had fused with his own, pumping golden blood through his veins. The new memories merged with his mind, triggering a storm of emotions:
Liang Yue's fury when she discovered Lang Xian's betrayal.
The blind priest's anguish, laughing over the corpse of his favorite disciple.
The screams of twins burned alive in the cosmic cauldron.
Jihan (looking at his pale golden hands):
"I... am no longer me..."
The three-eyed child laughed—a sound that tore through the fabric of reality, revealing the Hanging Realm of Shadows, where universes are spun like spider silk.
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The Throne Made of Divine Tears
Inside the realm, Jihan found a towering throne carved from frozen tears, each droplet containing a suffering miniature universe. Upon it sat a phantom version of Lang Xian, with a bleeding third eye leaking black fluid.
Ghost/Lang Xian:
"The true heir... at last, we meet."
Surrounding him stood the slaughtered twins, now guards, their golden eyes dimmed. Jihan felt a force pulling him toward the throne—and another force warning him not to sit.
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The Last Dance Between Father and Son
The battle erupted when the phantom tried to absorb Jihan into the throne.
Jihan used his black wings to sever the threads of fate binding the realm.
Ghost/Lang Xian summoned wolves of pure darkness, each carrying a stolen memory.
The three-eyed child stood in the background, tossing Lang Xian's heart like a spiked ball.
When Jihan stabbed the phantom with a dagger of black light, the beating heart exploded, unleashing a wave of golden blood that engulfed the realm.
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Awakening in a World Without Memory
Jihan awoke in a glass desert, each grain of sand resembling a frozen human eye. The sky was black and starless, but the ground glowed faintly with golden blood.
Liang Yue (now more ghost than human) appeared before him, her golden eyes melting into black tears.
Liang Yue:
"Slavery is like love... you worship it until it kills you."
Before he could answer, the desert split open, revealing an army of dead twins, each bearing the mark of the third eye on their forehead.
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The Final Pulse of the Cosmic Heart
Jihan, now losing control of his power, let out a scream that split the desert in half. From the fissure emerged a cosmic beast with three heads:
The first head: Lang Xian, deformed and twisted.
The second head: Liang Yue, with black eyes.
The third head: The three-eyed child, wearing a devilish smile.
The beast attacked with savagery, but Jihan discovered its weakness: the beating heart embedded by the child in its chest pulsed in sync with Jihan's black ring.
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The Sacrifice No One Expected
With a dagger forged from the last shard of his golden light, Jihan leapt toward the beast's heart. The stab triggered a cosmic explosion:
The beast disintegrated into golden dust, swallowed by the desert.
The three-eyed child melted into black liquid, forming a small pool.
Jihan found himself fused to the bloody throne, his power bleeding into the newborn universe.
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The God Who Never Wanted the Throne
As he tried to rise, he realized the throne had devoured his legs. The golden blood dripping from him nourished the new universe, rebuilding it at the cost of his life.
Jihan (laughing as red tears dripped from his third eye):
"Freedom... was always an illusion."
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Seeds to Be Planted in the Cosmic Grave
In his final moments, Jihan saw the three-eyed child emerging from the black pool, holding a golden seed identical to the one Lang Xian had consumed. The child planted the seed in the desert, and the earth opened, revealing a giant tree bearing fruit shaped like beating hearts.
Three-Eyed Child (his voice echoing through every particle of the cosmos):
"The game... never truly ends."
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An Ending That Gives Birth to Black Hope
Now part of the throne, Jihan watched as the new universe grew from his ruin. On the horizon, where the black sky kissed the golden earth, a new child was born—with four eyes: one golden, one black, one red, and one of an unknown, invisible color.
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And in the depths of the void where the secrets of creation are buried, a childish laugh wove the threads of a new universe...
An unseen war awaits its newborn warrior.