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I was born in an age when geniuses emerged in droves on the Douluo Continent, when countless stars shone brilliantly.
The Yellow Emperor Tang Family, the source of my bloodline-a name through which an ancient legacy flowed.
When I was six, amid the Soul Testing Ball's dazzling light, the "Yellow Emperor Hammer" took solid form in my palm, its ancient shape as weighty as the earth, its colors those of heaven and earth. Alongside it shone the brilliant light of innate soul power exceeding level eight.
At that moment, I became one of the promising seeds in my family's eyes.
The elders' gazes were laden with weighty expectations, and the family's resources converged like streams, ceaselessly nourishing the young seedling that I was as I broke through the soil.
I did not disappoint them. When I graduated from the academy at twenty-five, my soul power level had risen to that of a level 54 Soul King, making me one of the outstanding talents among my peers.
Yet the twists of fate always left deep scars when least expected.
At twenty-one, I represented Gengxin Academy in the "Gaoying Tournament," a grand gathering of young talents.
In the arena, I encountered an adversary I would never forget-Tang Potian of the Clear Sky Sect.
I gave that battle everything I had. Yet when the Clear Sky Hammer's tyrannical power shattered my Yellow Emperor Hammer's defenses and knocked me heavily onto the cold ground, I could distinctly feel the agonizing pain of bones cracking throughout my body.
Of course, he was badly injured too, his blood gushing in columns. How much better off could he have been than me?
He excelled at attacking; I excelled at defending.
But what truly pierced my heart was the look he cast down