Divinity

Deep within the vastness of space, there could be seen a meteorite rolling in great balls of deep-blue flames, shooting across the stars at an alarming speed. Around this ball of fire, profound laws that held the deep meaning of worldly truths and the deep mysteries of the Dao could be seen rippling outwards, causing a shocking sight to behold. The meteorite was so large that one could hardly see the end of it. This meteorite roamed around in space for hundreds if not thousands of years before it made a deep impact on a small planet that was at the far edges of the universe. This planet was neither small nor was it large in any way whatsoever, but it housed millions if not billions of people. When the meteorite landed, loud explosions sounded out for miles as large forestry was destroyed along with the crumbling of several mountains. Great waves of blue flames washed over the land for several thousand miles, but the shocking thing still was that, when the meteorite landed, there wasn't a single soul in sight nor were there any animals at all either. The deep blue flames continued to burn for four days and four nights before slowly dying down. But even so, the land was turned into a living mess that would take some time to heal. Months and years slowly flew by and soon hundreds of years have passed and gone. The land was once again filled with beautiful flowers and animal life all around, as well as the occasional tribe which would rise and fall here and there. The next thousand years passed without anyone realizing that there was a massive meteorite silently lying beneath their feet. As the years continued to pass, many powerful clans began to rise within this forest area, babies being born with strong bloodlines and physical strength that was mind-blowing to the elders of these clans and tribes. And what seemed to be the next 6 thousand years after, these clans came to be the rulers of vast lands, lording over hundreds of thousands of lives. These clans were known as the Meng, Fang, and Bia clans respectively, and all three clans had a history of one thousand years under their belt. "Ha, ha, ha" Late in the night, within a forest that was located southeast of the Bia clan, Bia Xiao could be seen using his bare hands and legs, hitting and kicking a large tree until his body was bruised and sour all over, and even then, he did not stop his actions for even a second. After four hours of hellish hitting and kicking the large tree, Bia Xiao lands against the tree with sweat running down his forehead and the rest of his small body. Not far away from him, was a small fire with meat roasting on a stick, two pieces to be exact. The smell of fresh meat blew with the cool night breeze, giving the lonely forest a lively feeling. "Hey mom, hey dad, don't worry. Your son is living well." Bia Xiao smiled as he wiped away the tears that were running down his cheeks. If one looked closely, they would see that behind this big tree, were two shabby-built graves with tree branches for headstones. Bia Xiao stood up from the ground and walked towards the graves, balling his hands into fists, he punched and kicked with everything be had. Half an hour later, he stopped his actions with a sad smile on his face. The smile was very forced and pained, but even so, Bia Xiao still tried to make it look natural. "What do you think dad? The Raging Tiger Art that you taught me is shaping up, isn't it?" Bia Xiao kneeled as he cupped his hands towards his father's grave. More tears began to spill out of his eyes like a waterfall, which he didn't try to hide in the least. "Mom, I miss you so much" Bia Xiao went between the two graves and lay there for the next two hours chatting endlessly. "OK guys, it is time for me to eat now." The roast meat was finally ready after two long hours of slow roasting; Bia Xiao stood up with a hungry belly and rushed to the fireside with a big grin on his face. With outreached hands, he started to dig in. Bia Xiao was an only child who the Bia clan had long since turned their backs on. Three years ago, his mother and father were killed by a clan elder after they refused to send Bia Xiao to be a slave for the main branch. His Bia family was only a small tribal branch that had roughly about 1300 people at best and was considered very weak. Every five years, the main branch would send their elders out to collect slaves from the small family tribes to sever the main family's daily needs. But for those who refused, only death awaits and Bia Xiao learned that the hard way. Due to the refusal of his mother and father, the main Bia clan elder took away more people than usual because he was thrown into a bad mood. Thus, the family had to pay twice for their actions. It was also because of this fact that the Bia family tribe members hated Bia Xiao and left him to fend for himself or die. To them, this was his punishment. "Well guys, it's time for me to head back now. You guys take care; I'll visit you tomorrow night, OK?" Bia Xiao cleaned himself up before departing towards the Bia trib. Roughly after two hours of running, he came upon a big fence with guards moving about on the top fence.The Bia tribe was a small settlement that laid beside a large river that the tribe used to fish for fresh meat. The tribe had several hundreds of large houses lined out all over the place; it even had a large training field for practical use in martial training. In these fields, one can see training posts, weights for lifting, and many more body improvement objects lying around. But there was never a time when Bia Xiao was allowed to use them. "Look, it's Bia Xiao. It seems he hasn't died again yet in that forest. Haha what a weird kid, talking to graves every night haha" It was no secret that Bia Xiao had buried his mother and father in the forest, as well as the fact that he talked to them too. Most of the time, it was the biggest talk of the clan in terms of jokes and the likes. "Hey kid, still talking about the graves I see" One of the guards on the fence shouted in laughter as he held his belly. Bia Xiao looked at this guard yet said nothing. He has been used to this type of thing for the past few years now. Bia Xiao had a deep hatred for this Bia tribe. When the elder killed his mother and father, no one picked him up and they even told that elder to kill him. "One day I will do away with you. I will do away with all of you" Bia Xiao grumbled as he passed through the fence gates. As he was passing through, he was hit in the head with several plums by the guards who were laughing endlessly behind his back. But he never stopped walking, numerous eyes were on him. But no one helped him and they never will. He was 14 years old this year and from the age of 10, he had been taking care of himself. Hunting wild forest animals, eating berries, and other fruits just to survive. Never once had he complained about the missed treatment of the tribe, never once had he asked for food or beg for anything from the tribe for that matter. "Sigh" Bia Xiao pushed the door of a run-down little hut. Inside was a wooden bed, a table made of tree sticks, and nothing else. When his parents passed away, the tribe took away everything from him and left him for dead. It was with his own hands that he built this little hut, wooden bed, and table. Nonetheless, he was content with what he had. From his torn robe, he took out a booklet with the words Raging Tiger Art on the cover and placed it under the bed, and went to sleep. The Raging Tiger Art was something left for him by his late father and no one within the tribe knew he had it on him. If they did, it would have long been taken away. Early the next morning, Bia Xiao woke up when it was midday. The sun was shining very brightly as he got out of bed. He was feeling very hungry after hearing his belly rumbling, thus he knew it was time for him to head to the forest, as usual, to hunt for food.