"Please, this way, Divine One," said a man with a worshipful look to Tian Wudi. Wudi placed his hand on the man's shoulder and said, "Thank you, my child." His hand glowed, emanating a power that made the man feel as if Wudi was a divine messenger from the heavens. The man dropped to his knees and bowed, utterly convinced that Wudi was a divine being. Wudi, with a proud but benevolent expression, continued on his way without even glancing at the man who had fallen to his knees.
Wudi soon arrived at a set of stairs where a person was giving an opening to a crowd on a very large stage. It seemed the opening was for Wudi. Another person approached Wudi from behind and, without even looking towards the man Wudi, said, "You did a good job. The venue is more than we could ask for. Many will be saved and know God's love." It appeared that Wudi truly believed what he said, but the man replied curtly, "Of course, the pay is more than enough for me to land a venue like this. London will be the big one." It was clear that the man did not believe and was only there for the money.
"You know we're not a cult, and you've worked for me for a long time. You've felt it too. One day you will believe," Wudi said.
The man looked at Wudi's hand with a somewhat questioning gaze. It was true that he had felt it too and had seen his hand glow with a godly color, but he was not a believer and thought it was some sort of trick. Even so, the sensation he felt from Wudi's hand was real, which made him question whether it was a con or not. Unknowingly, he even nodded at Wudi's words while reflecting on the sensation he had felt before.
With a proud expression and ready to give the largest sermon of his life, Wudi began to ascend the stairs. "I will make the world believe. I am a true son of God. The right hand of God is I!" he thought, his expression turning benevolent right when he entered the crowd's sight, putting his hand behind his back and approaching the center of the stage.
Wudi took a light breath and began to speak, "I-" but someone yelled, "False god!" Some even laughed. It appeared that many people had only shown up to watch Wudi make a fool of himself, but many believers began yelling at the man. Just as it seemed that there would be an argument, Wudi raised his hand. "It's my time," he thought, channeling all the power he could muster into his hand. His hand glowed radiantly, and the expression on his face was that of benevolence itself. Even the people who had been clamoring earlier became quiet and began to question whether he was really a prophet or not.
With a voice that exuded exuberance, calm, and an unquestionable authority, Tian Wudi spoke, "If I am not the hand of God himself, then may He strike me down." The crowd felt the power that they assumed to be divine and stared in disbelief. Wudi was content with the reaction of the crowd and basked in the light, looking up slightly as if to stare at God himself with a smile forming on his face. Even his agent, who did not believe, stared in wonder, absolutely mystified by what he felt. There was an aura radiating from Wudi, and not a single person out of the thousands made a sound. They looked on in awe, even the news crews forgot to speak while reporting, and people at home were statues staring at the spectacle.
It was a clear and sunny day, without a drop of rain, so it was an odd sound to hear thunder, and the quiet crowd had only made the thunder all the more louder. It was then that a bright blue light from the heavens breached Wudi's own golden light creating a contrast that no one could forget. From the perspective of the crowd, a thin bolt of light from right above where Wudi was staring into the heavens struck him directly. The crowd was in stunned silence, and then an uproar. Wudi immediately dropped, and it was clear he was dead.
Wudi was motionless as the light began to fade from his eyes, but the smile that was creeping up his face froze when he died, creating an unbelievable look, as if it was planned. Some would believe it was intentional, that he had saved the world from divine punishment by taking their place, but most believed it was a big hoax. The roars didn't stop for a long time, but Wudi could no longer hear them, though his thoughts still spun even as the world turned black.
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It was then that he heard a sweet voice enter his ears, "My Tian'er." He could feel his hair being ruffled and sadness in the woman's voice. 'God?' he thought. He realized he could feel his body and slowly opened his eyes. A woman with exquisite features and who exuded a semblance of grace entered his view. He realized he was on a bed, a luxurious one at that. Staring into her eyes, memories began to flood him. He seemed to have been transmigrated into this young man with the same name. Wait, no, something wasn't right. He seemed to realize that he felt whole.
Pushing these feelings aside, he said, "Mother." His mother gasped and said, "Tian'er, you spoke." She had a surprised look but was rather calm. He knew why; this Wudi had never spoken a word in his life.
Looking around, he realized that there were herbs and a bucket of ice that seemed rather fresh. "What happened, Mother?" Pausing and pushing her shock aside, she said, "You were hit by tribulation lightning." Her face showed deep thought as she pondered how to continue. Sitting up straight, Wudi said, "Well, I'm fine now, Mother. There's no reason to worry too much about it."
"You don't need to explain," he said, with an odd expression. Swallowing any previous thoughts as to why he was hit by lightning, she said, "Okay Tian'er, I'm unsure as to why you're speaking now, but surviving and speaking is a good thing. Perhaps this was an opportunity." With a wary smile and slight self-loathing, Wudi said, "We can only hope so, Mother. Can you please leave me to rest?"
With a somewhat excited expression that betrayed her usual behavior, she said yes with a light smile and left the room. 'She must be excited to tell Dad that I'm okay and, more importantly, that I'm speaking,' Wudi thought. He needed to sort through his thoughts and figure out the situation, but he knew one thing. He was no prophet, and the Tian Wudi of before was now gone. Or maybe a better choice of words would be 'has fallen.'
The name Tian Wudi was meticulously chosen, as it means 'Emperor of Heaven' or 'Divine Emperor.' I choose names with great care, intending for them to relate to a character's personality or their role in the plot of the story.
I'm not sure how you all like the story thus far. It's not much, of course, but I would really appreciate some feedback on the first chapter. Please leave some comments to help me improve. This is my first book, and I don't want it to be my last. Thank you for your support!
Wudi sat on the exquisite bed and looked around the room. Although fancy and fit for a prince, it was rather bland. The room was adorned with gold and red colors, and had symbols of five-clawed dragons embedded in the doors. It was clearly a room meant for royalty, but the Wudi of this world did not speak and did not even show interest in hobbies and his room reflected that.
As he thought about things in detail, he began to laugh uncontrollably about the absurd situation. He wasn't sure how, but part of his soul had been split at birth and he was born in both worlds. The two Wudi's then hit by lightning became one being again. It seemed he was meant to be born in this world as he had brought a trait with him into Earth, and that was his hand. Now, having the knowledge of this world, he realized that he was born with a natural dao bone. Dao bones were extremely rare, but definitely did not represent godhood. It seemed the feeling people would get in the past when he touched them was just the qi from his body and the dao emanating from his hand. He knew it was outlandish and even absurd, but he couldn't help but feel bitter.
The Wudi of this world was reserved and never spoke. They had clashing personalities that seemed to just mix naturally. He felt the weight of his last life disappearing rather easily just because he was now one being with this, or should he say, himself again. They were different people, but they were also one and the same, and it allowed him to let go of the past easily.
After all, he was genuinely a part of this world, and the feelings from the Wudi born here weren't gone. He would continue as Tian Wudi. Wudi felt rather carefree at this moment. To be honest, he had always felt a great weight on his shoulders on Earth, but he now felt he had no worries. Perhaps life here would be better.
Thinking on things, Wudi was in the beginning stages of the martial realm "Regal Dragon." Wudi whispered, "Father got pretty far with it, and so has brother." Thinking of his family's cultivation, he felt that maybe it wasn't the best path to follow in others' footsteps. Cultivators typically didn't just come up with cultivation methods. It was extremely difficult to do so and took a very deep understanding of the dao. But Wudi had his soul split and experienced two different worlds. On top of it all, he still felt the lingering qi from the tribulation lightning. Technically, it should be killing him, or rather, should have killed a puny martial cultivator instantly. Even his father may not survive a strike from tribulation lightning.
Wudi felt the properties of the lightning and decided what to do. He did the unthinkable in the eyes of others. "Feeling that the lightning isn't harmful, others would immediately refine it. Even father's strength would increase tremendously," Wudi thought to himself. Hesitating no longer, Wudi forced the lightning into his hand and dispersed it. In that moment, he felt himself resonating with the dao. He may not have refined any of it and become stronger, but he gained something much more valuable. His dao heart was strong, and he stuck to his dao. He wouldn't rely on heavenly power. He would only use his own strength! Dispersing the lightning gently without disturbing anyone, he thought, "I may not have created a cultivation technique, but perhaps this is better." Wudi felt more relaxed and carefree than ever before. He could sense that he was stronger despite not having refined or cultivated at all. Clenching his fist and saying, "This is the path," he strode confidently toward the door.
Exiting through the door, Tian Wudi was greeted with an exquisite marble hall that was connected on one side to the fence surrounding his courtyard and on the other side had pillars upholding the ceiling that ran the length of the whole courtyard. Between each pillar, light spilled through as there were no rooms but just the open middle of his courtyard. As he walked down the hall, he looked to one side, staring into the distant sunset.
The open hall soon came to a close as he reached another room of the courtyard - the kitchen. He was greeted with an exuberant smell as he entered, and an old man was manning a pot of soup as he added some spices. Turning to look at Wudi, the old man said, "Good evening young master, I didn't think you'd be out of bed already." Old Li had a surprised look as he knew the young master had been asleep for several days after being hit by tribulation lightning.
"Old Li, you seem surprised. Should I stay sick?" Wudi laughed awkwardly.
"Absolutely not, young master. I was just surprised," Old Li gasped and nearly spilled the soup as he leaned against the counter behind him. Reigning in his shock, Old Li said, "Yo- you spoke? I've never heard you speak, let alone jest." The latter half of the sentence was rather quiet as he began to calm. "Well, this is great, young master. At first, I was surprised that you were moving around already, but now this. Honestly, I'm not surprised you're up, but it's the fact that you're moving around and speaking that surprises me even more." Old Li was a cultivator himself and was rather surprised by the fact that Wudi was moving and speaking after being hit by tribulation lightning. In fact, the moment he heard the young master was hit, he was already mourning the loss, and he wasn't the only one.
Smiling faintly, Wudi was about to respond when he heard a loud bang and swift footsteps.
"Old Li" is a common name in Chinese culture for those who are servants, and I felt it would be a good name here, signifying that Old Li would serve as a small part in the story.
"I know we're not far into the story, but I'd still like feedback before we continue forward. I promise things will get more interesting soon. Before we get there, please give me some feedback so I can improve my writing as I continue with the story."
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