Chapter 1: Conclusion of One Story
Great Heaven. The final destination of all cultivators, the highest of realms. A land of boundless danger and endless fortune. To reach this world is to stand on the edge of eternity, where power defies reason and the laws of the universe bend to the will of the strong.
In the distant outskirts of this realm stood a majestic pavilion, its beauty so awe-striking that even the grandest palaces of any kingdom would pale in comparison. Surrounded by jade-like rivers, tranquil lakes, and towering, snow-kissed mountains, it was the kind of scenery that could paralyze even the most skilled artist. If they attempted to paint it, they wouldn’t even know where to begin.
Suddenly, the sky twisted.
A wormhole split open, and from within, a man with four arms stepped out. With every step he took, the very space beneath him shattered, as if he were walking on mirrors. He hovered there, high above, wind tousling his long black hair, his face etched with madness and glee.
"Underheaven! Today, you die!"
His voice boomed across the land. The heavens themselves trembled. Before the final echo faded, thirteen figures emerged from the pavilion and flew out, each unleashing a pressure so vast the sky burned with thirteen miniature suns.
An old man stood at the front, robes fluttering in the wind, his eyes narrowed like blades.
"Original Sin... You dare show your face here?!"
But the man in question only laughed, four weapons appearing in his hands.
"Why not? I came only to visit an old friend."
His pressure exploded outward, crushing mountains in the distance. Compared to him, the combined might of the thirteen felt like candlelight before a raging sun.