Top-Tier Birth

What was this? Had I transmigrated?

In a hazy space, a tiny figure lay curled up within...

System? System bro? Eggplant bro?

Mommy mommy boom!

Why was there no response? Where the hell was I? I remembered pulling three days and two nights of all-nighters at my desk. I closed my eyes and opened them again, and where the hell had I been sent?

Where was the system every transmigrator was supposed to have? How was I supposed to survive without a system?!

What was this soft thing beside me? Suck, suck—streams of vital essence were drawn into my body.

Heavenly Profound Realm

Heavenly Profound Continent

Central Province Spirit Realm

Jiang Imperial Clan

As the only imperial clan in the Central Province, it had dominated the Heavenly Profound Continent since the dawn of creation, gathering countless heavenly treasures from across the Central Province. Its Great Emperors were too numerous to count.

The Central Province Spirit Realm was a separate realm carved out of the Heavenly Profound Realm by the Jiang Imperial Clan's first emperor, serving as the Jiang Clan's ancestral land.

At this moment, countless figures had gathered outside a grand hall known as Nurturing Heaven Hall within the Central Province Spirit Realm. These individuals, all possessing formidable backgrounds and heaven-reaching cultivation, stared fixedly at its doors like ants on a hot pan, anxious beyond measure.

There was no other reason: inside Nurturing Heaven Hall was the Jiang Imperial Clan patriarch's wife. The hall had been built specifically to nurture her pregnancy, and now that she was about to give birth, everyone was both tense and excited.

The birth of a Jiang Imperial Clan imperial daughter was a matter of utmost importance.

Boom! A thunderous crash resounded through the sky.

Purple qi stretched across the heavens from the east, while rosy clouds filled the firmament.

"Purple qi arriving from the east for a hundred thousand miles?!"

"The imperial daughter is about to be born!"

The crowd broke into discussion. Gazing at the boundless purple qi overhead, they seemed to see dragons and phoenixes dancing within it, the sun and moon shining together. Rays of rosy light descended, covering the entire Central Province Spirit Realm.

"I've broken through! Hahaha!"

The clan disciples were wild with joy.

"My cultivation has actually loosened as well."

An elder of the clan said in astonishment.

"Madam has given birth! Madam has given birth! It's a young master!" A shout came from within Nurturing Heaven Hall.

?!! A young master? A boy? Wasn't it supposed to be an imperial daughter?

Jiang Lingtian, the Jiang Clan patriarch, hurried into Nurturing Heaven Hall. His wife, Ye Qingmei, lay upon a white jade bed. The midwife beside her held a naked baby in her arms—and it was definitely a boy.

"It was clearly calculated that the Jiang Clan would have an imperial daughter in this generation. How could this be?" Jiang Lingtian muttered as he took the infant boy. "What accident happened?"

"Never mind. A boy is fine too. Perhaps the divination was wrong; after all, the affairs of the world are impossible to predict. Surely no one would dare scheme against my Jiang Clan. Since he is a boy, he cannot be called Jiang Yao. He shall be called Jiang Ming." With that, Jiang Lingtian placed Jiang Ming back into the midwife's arms and went to see his wife.

Jiang Ming stared curiously around with his brilliant golden eyes. At the same time, sensing the fullness and warmth of the embrace holding him, he could not help stretching out both hands.

Jiang Ming... the name sounded alright. But what was this imperial daughter he had mentioned? Could it be that I was originally supposed to be born a girl? No, don't tell me that thing I ate earlier was my egg-born sister? A chill ran down Jiang Ming's spine, and he dared not think any further.

As he looked around Nurturing Heaven Hall, he groped at the fullness before him. Though the midwife sensed the strange movement in her arms, she did not dare move carelessly. This hall looked pretty imposing. My family background should be decent. As the saying went, the watershed of one's life was amniotic fluid. The luck of my transmigration could not be too bad. I just wonder whether this world cultivates immortality or martial arts. With such grandeur, it didn't seem like one of those bizarre worlds.

No system was fine. At the very least, he had been born into a good family.

Only after Jiang Lingtian had comforted Ye Qingmei did he remember Jiang Ming. He took Jiang Ming from the midwife's arms and strode out of Nurturing Heaven Hall.

"From this moment onward, Jiang Ming is the imperial son of my Jiang Clan!" Jiang Lingtian declared.

"Jiang Ming? Imperial son? Shouldn't it be an imperial daughter?"

"Yeah, the news I received said an imperial daughter would be born."

The crowd buzzed with discussion. Even several clan elders looked at one another in dismay, but Jiang Lingtian had no intention of explaining. After all, he had not figured it out himself.

"Patriarch, does the imperial son possess any special physique or exceptional talent? We may then arrange a growth plan for him." An elder stepped forward and asked.

"Golden Eyes. As expected, he possesses a Solar Divine Body," Jiang Lingtian said calmly. Golden Eyes were not something one saw every day.

"A Solar Divine Body—this is an Emperor Physique! The imperial son may possess the bearing of a Great Emperor." An elder sighed, and the other elders all echoed his words.

The corner of Jiang Lingtian's mouth curled upward. Whose son did they think he was?

"Among the clan's solar cultivation arts, the Twenty-Third Ancestor cultivated the Crimson Sun Heaven-Burning Art, an Emperor-grade cultivation art. It is perfectly suited to the imperial son." One of the elders said.

The Twenty-Third Ancestor was a figure from three hundred thousand years ago, the twenty-third ancestor of the Jiang Imperial Clan—a Great Emperor who had mastered the Solar Law.

"The imperial son is still young. We can discuss this later." With that, Jiang Lingtian ignored them and left directly.

Three years later,

Three-year-old Jiang Ming could already walk and speak normally. His pair of Golden Eyes had become even more blazing than before, and a faint golden radiance shone beneath his tender, fair skin.

"Ming'er, it is time for you to begin cultivating. Today, Father will pass the Crimson Sun Heaven-Burning Art on to you." Jiang Lingtian crouched before Jiang Ming and spoke softly, then touched a finger to Jiang Ming's forehead.

Jiang Ming stared in surprise at the cultivation art flooding his mind. He could not help thinking that if such a method had existed in his previous life, he would not have needed to memorize those damned history books. Still, many things over the past three years had already shocked him—such as dragons and phoenixes soaring through the skies, black tortoises as immense as mountains, and his maids with long legs, slim waists, ample breasts, and curvaceous hips.

As the Crimson Sun Heaven-Burning Art entered his mind, Jiang Ming instinctively sat cross-legged on the ground.

"The Crimson Sun Heaven-Burning Art chiefly controls the fire of the sun. It uses the sun's fire against one's enemies, burning all things to ash." Jiang Lingtian's calm voice slowly entered Jiang Ming's ears.

"Follow the method of the cultivation art to draw qi into your body and open your own unique qi sea."

Under Jiang Lingtian's guidance, Jiang Ming used the Crimson Sun Heaven-Burning Art to draw the power of the sun into his body. With a rumble, a crimson qi sea opened within his dantian.

Jiang Ming opened his eyes and immediately saw the expectant look in Jiang Lingtian's eyes. Jiang Lingtian asked, "Have you opened your qi sea? How large is it? Is it eight zhang? Forget it, I'll see for myself."

As he spoke, Jiang Lingtian's brown eyes instantly turned glass-like. Jiang Ming immediately felt as if he had no secrets left from head to toe.

"As expected of my son. Your spiritual power is already this strong at three years old. A crimson qi sea—it matches the properties of the Crimson Sun Heaven-Burning Art. Ten zhang! It is actually ten zhang!" Jiang Lingtian burst into laughter.

Jiang Ming looked at him with a baffled expression, a trace of disdain showing in his eyes.

"My son, Jiang Ming, possesses the bearing of a Great Emperor!" Jiang Lingtian was beside himself with excitement.

Ever since the last Great Emperor ancestor—the Seventy-Eighth Ancestor—had vanished ten thousand years ago, the Jiang Imperial Clan had not produced another Great Emperor. It was not only the Jiang Clan; no Great Emperor-level expert had appeared anywhere in the Heavenly Profound Realm for nearly ten thousand years.

"Ming'er, remember this. Now that you have opened your qi sea, you are in the Qi Sea Realm. Once you absorb enough spiritual qi to fill your qi sea, you can break through to the Qi Condensation Realm."

"Normally, one in the Qi Sea Realm absorbs ordinary spiritual qi. Only by tempering the qi sea in the Qi Condensation Realm can one improve the quality of spiritual power. From lowest to highest, spiritual power is ranked white, blue, purple, gold, and red."