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Battle Through The System

Chapitre 1: Chapter One: The Shattered Prodigy

The wind howled through the Tianwu Mountains, mirroring the tempest raging within Bai Yi. Years ago, this mountain range had been his sanctuary, a place where he'd honed his skills, his laughter echoing through the valleys as he soared through the clouds, a living embodiment of the very essence of cultivation. Now, it was a tomb, a constant reminder of his shattered dreams.

He sat on the precipice of a cliff, the wind whipping at his robes, a stark contrast to the stillness within him. The vibrant green of the surrounding foliage seemed to mock his own withered state. Once, he had commanded the very life force of these mountains, manipulating the qi to his will. Now, he was a ghost, a shadow of the man he once was.

The memory of that fateful night, the night the Demon Lord shattered his cultivation, still haunted him. The searing pain, the agonizing loss of power, the crushing weight of despair – it all came flooding back. He had been invincible, a rising star in the firmament of cultivators. Now, he was nothing.

He closed his eyes, the image of the Demon Lord's cruel smile seared into his mind. The vow he had made in his final moments – to rise again, stronger than ever – felt like a distant echo, a whisper lost in the howling wind. Doubt gnawed at him. Was he truly capable of such a feat? Could he ever hope to reclaim the power he had lost?

A single tear escaped his eye, tracing a path down his weathered cheek. He wiped it away impatiently, a flicker of anger igniting within him. Weakness would not serve him. He had to be stronger, more resilient. He had to find a way.

Suddenly, a strange sensation washed over him. It was like a beacon of light in the encroaching darkness, a whisper of hope in the desolate silence. He felt a tingling sensation in his chest, a dormant power stirring within him. Could it be? Was this… hope?

Bai Yi opened his eyes, a renewed sense of determination burning within him. He would not succumb to despair. He would find a way. He would rise again.