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I was born in an age on Douluo Continent when prodigies emerged in droves and the stars shone brilliantly.
The Mystic Yellow Tang Family was the source of my bloodline, a name through which an ancient inheritance flowed.
When I was six, along with the blinding light of the Soul Testing Ball, the Mystic Yellow Hammer—heavy as the earth, ancient in form, its color steeped in mystic yellow—solidified in my palm. With it came the dazzling radiance of more than Innate Level 8 soul power.
In that moment, I became one of the seeds the family saw as promising for the future.
The elders' gazes were filled with heavy expectations, and the family's resources gathered like streams, continuously nourishing me, this young seedling that had just broken through the soil.
I did not fail those great hopes. When I graduated from the academy at twenty-five, my Soul Power Level had already climbed to level 54, making me a Soul King and one of the best among my peers.
And yet, fate's turning points always left a deep scar when one least expected it.
At twenty-one, I represented Geng Xin Academy in the Gao Ying Competition, that grand gathering of young elites.
On the arena stage, I met the unforgettable rival of my life—Tang Potian of the Clear Sky Sect.
In that battle, I gave it everything I had. Yet when the domineering force of the Clear Sky Hammer shattered the defense of my Mystic Yellow Hammer and slammed me heavily onto the ice-cold ground, I could clearly feel the agonizing pain of bones cracking throughout my body.
Of course, he was badly hurt too, bleeding like a fountain. How much better off could he have been than me?
He excelled at attack, while I excelled at