The night fell quietly, like a heavy black silk curtain. Full of sorrow, Du Bufan curled up like a wounded little beast and drifted into sleep helplessly. In his dream, he floated freely like a light willow catkin through a tranquil, serene void reminiscent of an earthly paradise. The troubles of the mortal world were gently brushed away by a magical, gentle breeze, and he immersed himself completely in this fragile yet beautiful serenity, which felt like a fleeting dream. His body and mind relaxed entirely, just like a pool of spring water gradually melting beneath the warm spring sun.
However, the situation suddenly changed. In an instant, the wind and clouds grew violently turbulent, as if possessed by the malicious intentions of a demon. Darkness surged forth like a giant beast awakening from the primordial abyss, coming forward with a fierce, claw-brandishing momentum. Its overwhelming, torrential power seemed intent on mercilessly crushing the entire world beneath its ferocious talons. The once-peaceful void was rapidly eroded by the darkness, transforming in the blink of an eye into a gloomy, terrifying demon's lair capable of devouring all signs of life. Innumerable pairs of eyes glowing with an eerie red light emerged within the darkness, resembling a flock of ghosts bound by ancient curses, spying on every single movement of the mortal world from dark corners. That glaring red light was as crimson as fresh blood, and every flicker felt like an evil mockery uttered by those ghosts. These eyes were like countless cold blades hidden in the dark, piercing directly into the depths of Du Bufan's soul and sending an involuntary chill through his entire body. A deafening roar echoed beside his ears like thunderous death bells tolling for the end of the world. That sound felt like the angry roaring of a demon, carrying an evil magic capable of corroding the soul, heavily striking at his spirit and making it tremble like a fragile withered leaf caught in a gale. It made him feel as though he were being ruthlessly dragged into the dark, despairing courtroom of hell.
Just at that critical moment when fear almost completely overwhelmed him like a surging tide, a faint golden light appeared in the distance. Like a brave and fearless knight, it stubbornly and single-handedly pierced through the heavy, iron-wall-like blockades of darkness. Though faint, that light seemed to possess an invisible, maternal gentleness that softly called out to him, inspiring courage within his despair. Bracing himself against his inner fear, he made his arduous way toward the golden light. Every step he took felt as dangerous as stepping into the gaping, blood-stained jaws of a demon. Countless black shadows rushed out madly from every dark corner like starving wolves, lunging at him with claws bared and limbs twisted like knotted dry branches. Their sharp talons, resembling the fatal scythes of the Grim Reaper, clearly revealed their cruel intent to tear Du Bufan's flesh apart and drag him down into the endless, dark abyss. Despite Du Bufan's desperate resistance, the power of the shadows was simply too overwhelming. Wave after wave of surging, black-tsunami-like impacts quickly left him covered in injuries. Fresh blood seeped from his wounds, blossoming as tragically and beautifully in the dark as an exquisitely tender rose, only to be swiftly devoured by the greedy monster of darkness without leaving a single trace.
Amidst this cruel struggle on the verge of life and death, right at the moment when he brushed past the God of Death, Du Bufan suddenly sensed a subtle clue. He noticed that whenever the black shadows attacked and drew close to the mysterious light occasionally flickering within his body, they would shrink back slightly, like cowardly thieves caught in the act by a dignified magistrate. As it turned out, this was the mysterious power concealed within what the world had always regarded as his congenital crippled physique. At this critical moment of life and death, this power stood proudly like a legendary hero finally awakening after a thousand-year slumber, radiating an awe-inspiring aura. Enduring the scorching, searing pain like that of blazing flames, Du Bufan concentrated all his mental energy to guide this power. The light flickered like a tiny spark, gradually growing brighter within the darkness until it finally formed an immensely sturdy light shield. Acting like a loyal and reliable guard, it used its own body to temporarily beat back the ferocious, ravenous black shadows surrounding him.
When he finally drew close to that golden light after enduring countless hardships, the radiance suddenly erupted like a supernova from the depths of the universe, instantly releasing an incomparably dazzling and brilliant glow. The light was so intense, akin to direct sunlight, that it nearly blinded him, as if the sun had been reborn right before his eyes. When the light subsided slightly, he was finally able to see clearly that it was an ancient and mysterious golden book. Radiating a rustic and sacred aura from the inside out, like an aged scholar weathered by time and as knowledgeable as the vast universe, this golden book seemed to bear all the mysteries of the primordial cosmos. Every single page resembled a precious fragment of memory left behind in the long river of time. The light emitted by the golden book was like a warm and friendly smile, enthusiastically welcoming this destined person. The very moment Du Bufan touched the golden book, a force as mighty as countless stars violently colliding in the universe instantly rushed through his soul like a surging tide. The excruciating pain felt like thousands of sharp steel needles simultaneously piercing deep into his mind, causing a splitting headache that nearly caused him to faint. Yet, an iron-like obsession dwelt within his heart, making him grit his teeth and stubbornly persevere like a fearless warrior, gripping the golden book tightly with both hands like a pair of sturdy iron tongs, refusing to relax even slightly. As time slowly passed, the surging, tidal wave of impact gradually subsided. Sensing his unyielding determination, the golden book slowly opened. In an instant, a dazzling, brilliant light surged forth from the golden book like a golden waterfall, gently enveloping Du Bufan in its entirety, much like a loving mother tenderly gathering her beloved child into her arms.
At that very critical juncture, a boundless, supremely sacred aura of power—akin to the heaven-splitting creation of the world at the dawn of time—erupted from the depths of Du Bufan's body like a volcanic explosion. This was the astonishing portent of awakening the Chaotic Primordial Sacred Body! The momentum of this power was majestic and awe-inspiring, as if it intended to pierce straight through the boundless firmament as though it were a fragile eggshell, shattering the endless darkness that had bound him like chains. Under the impact of this power, the surrounding black shadows instantly vanished without a trace, scattered like dust swept up by a violent gale.
High above the nine heavens, the wind and clouds churned violently, as if a battle had been ignited. Golden clouds galloped wildly across the vast sky like a herd of charging golden steeds, their thunderous hoofbeats deafening. Purple Qi spanned the horizon like a majestic heavenly river stretching across ten thousand miles, its waters rippling and shimmering with a mysterious and enchanting brilliance. Golden light converged continuously from all directions like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, gradually forming lifelike golden phantoms. The majestic form of the Azure Dragon rolled and danced amidst the swirling clouds and mist like a magnificent mountain range, every flick of its tail stirring up golden storms. It looked like the supreme king of the skies, leisurely patrolling its territory. The Vermilion Falcon spread its brilliantly colored fiery plumage, its crisp and melodious cries echoing through the air as flames fell like shooting stars, instantly illuminating the entire sky; it resembled a graceful and dancing fairy writing a magnificent poem with blazing fire. The mysterious patterns on the enormous tortoise shell of the Black Tortoise shimmered with unfathomable light; it stood as steadfast and immovable as a mountain, yet exuded an awe-inspiring, boundless dignity, much like a wise elder quietly guarding the order between heaven and earth. The robust figure of the White Tiger streaked across the sky like a white lightning bolt, its roar shaking the heavens as if it intended to tear all evil in this world to shreds; it was a brave and fearless god of war, charging into battle without a shred of fear. Wherever the divine beasts passed, the darkness melted away as swiftly as snow beneath the warm spring sun. Brilliant golden light poured down from the sky like a torrential rain, blanketing the earth; the previously withered flowers and plants instantly regained their vitality, as if infused with the very source of life, while mountains and rivers shimmered with sacred brilliance, as though draped in a magnificent golden robe. In the sky, celestial light lingered, fluttering as lightly as the silk ribbons danced by celestial maidens, creating a dreamlike and breathtakingly beautiful scene.
Immediately afterward, the phantoms of gods and demons appeared successively in the sky. Some were surrounded by dazzling divine light, resembling deities descended to the mortal realm, radiating compassion and dignity; they looked like benevolent guardians of humanity, their eyes filled with pity and love for all living beings. Others were shrouded in billowing demonic Qi, resembling lords of darkness and exuding a bone-chilling, boundless terror; they looked like wicked demons bent on destroying the world, their hideous laughter laden with evil and greed. These phantoms moved in mighty hosts that blotted out the sun, as if treating the vast sky as a massive canvas upon which to willfully paint their imposing figures. They all bowed repeatedly toward Du Bufan, a spectacle resembling a myriad of stars paying homage to the moon, or subjects paying their utmost respects to the monarch they revered. The phantoms of the dragon and phoenix circled and danced in the sky, their forms dreamlike and ethereal, surrounded by billowing primordial chaos that seemed to recreate the magical scene of the universe's primordial genesis—a sight both intoxicating and awe-inspiring.
Bathing in this brilliant radiance, Du Bufan's body began to undergo a wondrous and peerless transformation as he truly awakened the Chaotic Primordial Sacred Body. A power surpassing all imagination surged from within him like a rushing torrent; unstoppable like a volcanic eruption, it instantly dispelled all the ghostly black shadows entangling him, clean and decisive as a strong autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. This power surged endlessly within his body, flowing like rivers into the sea without a moment's pause. As the awakening completed, that dreamlike dream gradually dissipated amidst this glorious and resplendent moment, leaving behind only that soul-stirring memory, deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul like an ancient oath carved upon an immortal stone tablet, becoming an eternal legend of his life.