Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence-Chapter 1: Prologue

The battlefield was a vision of carnage, a grim sea of crimson stretching endlessly across the horizon.

Once-vibrant plains, adorned with wildflowers and rolling greenery, were reduced to a desolate wasteland of cracked earth and scattered corpses.

Broken weapons littered the ground, their edges dulled by gore and grime, while the faint cries of the dying lingered in the heavy, blood-scented air.

Above, the heavens churned with ominous clouds, golden lightning arcing across the turbulent skies, as if nature itself mourned the slaughter unfolding below.

At the center of the chaos stood Lin Yu, the Usurper of the Human Race, his figure unyielding amidst the carnage.

His once-pristine robes hung in tatters, soaked in blood and clinging to his battered body.

Countless spears of radiant light impaled his body, holding him upright, a symbol of defiance and rebellion against the slave masters of the human race.

Blood streamed from his wounds, pooling beneath his feet in dark, rippling puddles, but his eyes burned with a fire that could not be extinguished, a fire of murderous rage.

All around him were the members of the Heaven Worshipping Clan, their divine forms glowing with an oppressive golden light.

Most of them had only two wings and golden hair, their bodies emitting a powerful spiritual energy pressure, as their golden eyes glowed with cold disdain.

They stood as gods among mortals, their expressions filled with contempt, mocking the Usurper's condition.

"You bastards!" Lin Yu's hoarse voice boomed across the battlefield, each word laced with raw fury.

"Why do you persecute us so much? Are you that afraid of the Human Race?"

One of the winged beings stepped forward, a sneer curling his lips.

"Afraid? You overestimate yourselves, Human."

Lin Yu spat blood, pain wracking his body.

He knew that this was the end of the line for him.

He had failed, and yet his will remained unbroken as his eyes spat flames of rage.

Above him, a figure of divine majesty descended.

The man's golden hair shimmered like sunlight, his piercing golden eyes glowing with suffocating spiritual energy pressure.

Six pure white wings, radiant and ethereal, unfurled behind him.

Their brilliance cast him in the guise of a holy being.

Yet his expression was devoid of warmth, his gaze cold and unfeeling—A superior being looking down on an insignificant insect, a human.

"Do not think too highly of yourself, mortal," the golden-haired man said, his voice sharp with disdain.

He was one of the Heaven Worshipping Clan's most revered members, one of the 12 celestial kings under the Heavenly Emperor.

It was they who had forged the Heaven's Pact System, a shackle designed to limit humanity's potential for growth, ensuring they would never have the strength to engage in a full-scale rebellion.

Lin Yu's chest heaved as blood poured from his wounds, forcing himself upright.

His legs trembled, his cultivation base slowly disappearing, yet he still forced himself to shout.

"Do you think this will stop me? Even if I fall here, another genius will rise, another prodigy!

The Heaven Worshipping Clan cannot suppress the Human Race forever!"

The golden-haired man sneered.

"It doesn't matter how many of you ants rise up to rebel; we will slaughter you all the same.

The Human Race cannot be allowed to rise to prominence."

With a flick of his hand, the spears of light surrounding Lin Yu surged forward.

They pierced through him one after another, each strike sapping his strength.

Lin Yu coughed up more blood, his vision blurring as his life force ebbed away.

Yet even as his body faltered, a faint smile graced his lips.

"You may kill me today, but my will... my legacy... will live on.

One day, the Human Race will break your chains... and we will kill you all."

The golden-haired man raised his palm, a blinding light gathering within it.

"You are not the first, and you will certainly not be the last.

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But you will die here, and all your dreams and aspirations will die with you."

With a final burst of light, Lin Yu's body collapsed, lifeless.

Yet a piece of his soul, unyielding and defiant, did not dissipate.

It broke free from the battlefield, slipping through the grasp of the Heaven Worshipping Clan.

Drifting across the Eastern Territories, towards an altar he had created before his fight, back to his place of birth in the Blackwood Forest.

This altar pulsed faintly as Lin Yu's discarnate soul merged with its core.

It was a safety measure Lin Yu had created upon his death.

Although he would lose the ability to fight on his own,all of his knowledge about cultivation was stored within, awaiting the day when a worthy successor would come into contact with it.

His voice, now a whisper, echoed within the silent forest.

"I guess in the end, I still failed. It is impossible for a single person to overturn the chains set upon us by the Heaven Worshipping Clan.

It was my arrogance that led to my defeat. Hopefully, my successor can finish what I started and break us free once and for all."

Lin Yu's journey had been extraordinary.

At the tender age of four, he had reached the peak of Qi Condensation.

By seven, he had achieved Foundation Establishment.

At fifteen, he entered the Core Formation Stage, and by twenty-five, he stood at the pinnacle of the Human Race, the Nascent Soul Stage.

Yet it was only then that he uncovered the truth of their world.

The Eastern Territories, where humanity resided, was a prison.

It was separated from the larger Soaring Dragon Continent by the Heaven Worshipping Clan.

They kept humanity like livestock, continuously siphoning the world's spiritual energy, leaving only a fraction for humans.

This ensured that humanity remained weak, unable to challenge their oppressors.

Realizing this, Lin Yu sought to rally all the human factions within the Eastern Territories.

He tried exposing the existence of the Heaven Worshipping Clan and the truth behind their cultivation system.

He dreamed of uniting humanity against their common enemy.

But his efforts were thwarted by the Church of Heaven, a zealous religion that worshipped the Heavenly Dao and revered the Heaven Worshipping Clan as its chosen emissaries.

To please their masters, they used Lin Yu's arrogance as an opportunity and branded him as a heretic—

A rebel against the will of the Heavenly Dao, betrayal followed.

His allies turned against him, his friends became enemies, and even his own family shunned him.

Alone and outnumbered, Lin Yu fought until the end, earning the title of the Usurper—a man who sowed chaos and discord within the Human Race.

Yet death was not the end.

Lin Yu's battle with the Heaven Worshipping Clan made him realize the flaws of the Heaven's Pact System.

Humanity needed a new path—a path of their own making.

In his final moments, Lin Yu crystallized all his understanding of the Heaven's Pact System and his insights into cultivation, forging the "System."

It was the culmination of his legacy, a tool designed to grant its wielder the chance to surpass the limits imposed by the Heaven Worshipping Clan and lead humanity toward freedom.

The altar lay dormant, hidden in the depths of the Blackwood Forest, waiting for the day when a worthy successor would awaken its power and once again light the flames of revolution.