1 Prologue
In a distant era, some of the fiercest battles took place. From the lowest worlds with barely any resources. To the larger worlds that have an unlimited amount of resources, a high concentration of breath from heaven and earth, and some of the most advanced martial arts and chi techniques. There was no safety in numbers or with a supreme expert. The first recorded record was in the Primordial Era.
And among those experts, they fought for glory, fame, and supremacy. Familiar bonds were luxuries most cultivators didn't have. Their sects, clans, or factions were what they relied on to survive and grow stronger. When cultivators fought for supremacy, the aftermath would be that millions would die, worlds would collapse, and empires would be erased from that history.
It has always been pulling out the roots. So no clan, no sect, or cultivators with any significant lineage could make a comeback and seek revenge. Either you or the power behind you were strong enough to submit to the circumstances or be erased from the annuals of history.
In the long history of the Primordial Era, records indicate there were several clans, factions, and sects like the Nine Stars Fragmentary Palace, the Sect of Three Heavens, or the Way of Nine Power that could stand against the times.
A very known cultivator of the Primordial Era made it to the top of the cultivator world, or whatever it may seem like. This cultivator called it the Realm of the Maker. The gap in power and abilities was too crazy to wrap one's thoughts around the idea.
However, that same cultivator alone made it there, and there was no such thing as benevolence in his heart. Because being benevolent to him meant listening to what I said, you might have lived a little bit longer. This, in essence, was the cultivation world in the Primordial Era. A doggy-eat-dog world. The fittest weren't always the smartest or strongest.
At the end of the Primordial Era, something incredible happened in the Palace of the Maker that would change the 3000 worlds.
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In the palace of the maker. A man, or what appears to be a man, was clad in all white with rusty gold trim laced around the figure. His eyes were bright as the sun, and his skin was as tan as bronze. The height was 8 feet, and looking at this person, their body weighed close to 600 pounds. However, there was no ounce of fat on this figure.
The room was simple. Pillars of gold, black, white, and crimson were scattered in this room, almost like a formation array. This person was sitting on a very lavish throne with designs that looked complex, with different array symbols and formation arrays.
A slow clap echo In this massive room. What looks like a young child walking slowly up to the throne. This child was draped in a dark lavender robe. This child had a cheeky grin on the child's face.
"What do you want with me at this time, Fate?"
"I am happy you can tell who I am. Should I call you the Maker, or should I call you by your true name, Little Nine? I think little Six would be happy to know what you did."
A cold killing intent shunted in the maker's eyes.
"Fate, just because you are stronger and merge with one of the principals of this universe. That doesn't mean you are not unrivaled."
"Maker, I didn't come here to ask for any favor or to test your will to battle. I came here today to tell you of betrayal, and the fallen ones will appear. That is all." Fate smiled even colder than space itself.
In another area that has never been disclosed to anyone. A child is draped in an azure robe with a simple design on the back. Slowly walk through a pitch-dark area. The ground was pitch black, like ash. You could see small footprints followed by the child to where a giant tree gently swayed back and forth. Under this incredible white tree was a man who wore all black, his hair was pitch black like the abyss, and his hair was wilder than the fiercest wild lands. The aura this person gave off was like looking at death.
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In another area, what looks like the same child who wore the same drape in azure? Walking slowly through the pitch-white area. You could see small footprints followed by the child with a creepy smile on his face. Staring at a beauty who was sitting under the same tree except for being white, it was black. This beauty had all white hair, eyes shun bright like the full moon, and a sense of stainless purity. However, the lady under the tree looked coldly at the area outside of the tree, waiting for something to happen. Having a keen sense of danger was essential to living a long life.
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"It seems like you are well."
Figure in black responds, "What tricks did you come here today with Destiny?"
"Nox, cold as always. At least Sol is…"
"Shut your pie hole! Don't you dare speak about what you don't know. Just because you are free. It doesn't mean I can't hurt your core essence."
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A sly grin appears on Destiny's face.
"Sol, the time is now. Let the play begin."
"You are definitely a sly one, Destiny. I bet you came here with fate. Didn't you?"
Destiny smiled with mirth on his childish face.
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"Oh Nox, when the betrayers and the fall happen. Life will restart, and the birth of chaos will reign in the 3000 worlds. We welcome the day you or Sol can stand where we stand."
With a heavy breath. Nox's eyes turn crimson with a serious look on his face. When he saw several figures slowly appear from the shadows,.
It seems like the conversations between Sol, Nox, and Destiny happen at a separate time. But that is not the case. Everything from Fate talking to the Maker. To the quick chat Nox and Sol had with Destiny. Everything happens in one single instant.
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KaaaaaBoooooooooom!!!
Fate turns its head in another direction.
"I see. Well, it looks like Destiny has delivered the other messages to those people."
"What have you done, Fate!?!" At that moment, the maker senses several presences in certain locations. "That can't be? How did they find it?"
An even greater killing intent washed over the entire palace.
"Sigh. It is too late, maker. Those people had already escaped and moved quickly toward the lower realms. It's best for you to make a move other than chasing them. I will take my leave now." A cold and heartless laugh came out of Fate's little childish mouth. A hint of mockery and bloodlust.
Soon, fate and destiny vanished from where they were standing.
The maker rushes out of his palace and scans the area. Looking in one direction, the maker saw nine figures fighting and falling to the lower planes. The maker looks in another direction, seeing a few figures trying to make an escape.
"Escaping is pointless. You will all die for your transgressions against me."
With a wave of a hand, immense power washed over all the people who were trying to make a run for it. Unfortunately, they didn't even know how they died.
The maker looks in one more direction. Sensing several figures watching from the voids and the shadows. An even stronger killing intent burst out. Shaking everyone to their core.
"If they ever come back to the higher planes, their lives and those of anyone close to them will perish and be erased from this world. I won't allow them to reincarnate in this or any other era. So, you can count me vicious!!!"
A cold smile hung on the maker's face, full of disdain and mirth.
From that day on, the three major Realms of Heaven—the Human and Abyss Legions—began their long war over the 3000 worlds.
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Outside of what people could see. Several giant ethereal figures look at the 3000 worlds with a mixture of expressions.
"Heaven should be happy with that things are moving."
A cold, sly smile hung on that ethereal figure's face.
The several giant ethereal figures slowly vanished. Only one paused for a second before vanishing as well.
