Feng Clan's Calendar: Year of the Scarlet Flame, First Cycle of the Burning Sky.
It had been one hundred thousand years since the birth of the first Golden Phoenix. Throughout the long ages, only a hundred had ever been born—each one a woman, radiant with celestial power. Golden Dragons were always men, Golden Phoenixes always women; this was the law of heaven.
But that year, on the same day that omens streaked across the heavens, a child was born in the Feng Clan. His cry pierced the midnight sky, and the mark of a phoenix shimmered faintly across his brow. Yet the infant was not a girl… but a boy.
In the grand Phoenix Hall, the Feng Patriarch, Feng Tianshu, cradled the newborn with trembling arms. Around him, elders whispered in alarm.
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“The heavens must have erred… this is a calamity waiting to strike.”
Feng Tianshu silenced them with a single glance. His eyes, aged yet unyielding, softened only as he looked down at the infant. The boy’s aura shimmered faintly, carrying traces of every element—flame, thunder, wind, earth, water… all hidden beneath his fragile breath. He was indeed a Golden Phoenix, born against the will of fate.
Fear gnawed at the patriarch’s heart. If the world knew of this anomaly, chaos would descend upon his clan. He whispered, as he pressed his palm gently on the boy’s chest, beginning the ancient sealing technique.
His voice trembled, yet carried the weight of poetry:
“The sky tonight is painted with omens, yet here you lie in my arms.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1NNXTYFzhu
If fate has written you as calamity, then let me rewrite it in silence.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcaTfVOS5GM
The world shall see only frost upon your wings… never the flame within.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEYJYsvAU2a
Feng Jīnluó, my grandson… can I shield you, keep you safe,12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAgIB5LUkkt
until the heavens themselves relent?”
With a final chant, streams of golden qi condensed into a seal, dimming the infant’s brilliance. One by one, the elemental flames receded, until only a faint shimmer of cold remained. The boy’s breath chilled the air around him—the Phoenix of Ice was born.
Tianshu kissed his grandson’s forehead, tears glimmering in his weary eyes.
“Golden Phoenix you may be… but until the age of awakening, the world shall know you only as the Ice Phoenix. Bīngyù — Ice Jade, flawless in silence, unmelting in time.”
The elders bowed their heads in silence. From that day forward, the strict and once-unyielding Feng Clan concealed the truth, raising Feng Jīnluó as nothing more than another scion of ice. Yet within the cold, a fire slept, waiting for the moment heaven would call.
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