Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence

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 Feng, 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 him, holding him upright like a defiant monument against despair.

Blood streamed from his wounds, pooling beneath his feet in dark, rippling puddles, but his fiery gaze burned with an intensity that could not be extinguished.

Encircling him were the Heaven Worshipping Clan, their divine forms bathed in an otherworldly glow.

Winged and golden-haired, they exuded an aura of oppressive majesty, their flawless armor reflecting the eerie light of the stormy skies.

Each figure radiated a suffocating power, their golden eyes gleaming with cold disdain.

They stood as gods among mortals, their sneering expressions mocking Lin Feng's futile defiance.

"You bastards!" Lin Feng'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 Feng spat blood, his trembling body a testament to his suffering, 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 power.

Pure white wings, radiant and ethereal, unfurled behind him, their brilliance casting 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.

"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 and ensure their servitude for eternity.

Lin Feng's chest heaved as he forced himself upright. His legs trembled, but his spirit remained unyielding.

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

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

Lin Feng 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.

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

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

Yet 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, his soul sought refuge until it found a forgotten altar deep within the Blackwood Forest.

This altar, ancient and mysterious, pulsed faintly as Lin Feng's soul merged with its core.

His power and knowledge were sealed within, waiting for the day when a worthy successor would awaken it.

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

"It is we who must build a better future for ourselves.

It must be us who break these chains and give humanity the chance to rise above our oppressors."

Lin Feng's journey had been extraordinary.

At the tender age of five, 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 Soaring Dragon Continent was no paradise.

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

The Heaven Worshipping Clan siphoned 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 Feng sought to rally all the human factions within the Eastern Territories, 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 branded Lin Feng as a heretic—a rebel against the will of the heavens.

Betrayal followed.

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

Alone and outnumbered, Lin Feng 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 Feng'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 Feng 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 to 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 ignite the flames of revolution.