In a distant era, fierce battles raged everywhere. There was no safety in numbers or with a supreme expert. This era of time is called the Primordial Era. The annals of history first recorded this era. Among those experts were individuals who fought for glory, fame, and supremacy.
Familiar bonds were luxuries most cultivators didn't have. Their sects, clans, or factions were what they leaned on to survive and to grow stronger in a hectic, cultivating world. When cultivators fought for supremacy, the mortals would pay the price. The winners would always pull the roots of any foundations to cut any chance of comeback.
Either you or the forces behind you possessed the strength to adapt to the situation or face oblivion in the pages of history.
The Primordial Era boasts a long and rich history. Records reveal the existence of numerous clans, factions, and sects, such as the Starry Fragmentary Palace, the Sect of Three Heavens, and the Way of Nine Powers, which have endured over time.
Among many cultivators, there was a very well-known cultivator that made it to the top of the cultivator world— or what may seem like that. The cultivator called it the Realm of the Marker. The gap in power and abilities was too vast to comprehend.
However, there was no such thing as benevolence in this era. Being benevolent meant listening to what I said, which might have allowed you to live a little bit longer. The cultivation world operated this way during the Primordial Era.
At the end of the Primordial Era, something happened in the Palace of the Marker that would change the 3000 worlds.
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Inside the Palace of the Maker, a man, or what appears to be a man, was clad in all white with rusty gold trim lace. His eyes were as bright as the sun, and his skin was as tan as bronze. He stood at a height of 8 feet, and his weight was estimated to be close to 600 pounds. Despite his weight, he had no visible fat on his body.
The room was simple. The room was filled with pillars of gold, black, white, and crimson, arranged almost like a formation array. This person was sitting in an opulent throne adorned with intricate symbols and formation designs.
A slow clap echoes in this massive room. A small child appears to be approaching the throne slowly. A dark lavender robe draped this child. If one didn't look closely, you wouldn't see the cheeky smile the child has on his 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 shone in the Maker's eyes.
"Fate, just because you are stronger and merge with one of the principles 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 warn you that betrayal and the appearance of the fallen ones are imminent."
"That is all." He concluded. Fate smiled even colder than space itself.
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In another area that has never been disclosed to anyone. An azure robe, featuring a simple design on the back, drapes over a child. Slowly walk through a pitch-dark area. You could see small footprints, as if left by a child, leading to where a giant tree gently moves back and forth.
Under this incredible tree,a man dressed in all black stood. His eyes were pitch black like the abyss, with a crimson ring around each pupil, and his hair was wilder than the wildlands. The aura this person gave off was like looking at death.
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Another area features what appears to be the same child wearing the same azure drape. The child is walking slowly through the pitch-white area. You could see small footprints trailing behind the child, who had a haunting smile on his face.
The child was staring at a beautiful woman who wore all white, her hair spotless, her eyes pure white like the purest snow, sitting under the same tree, but instead of being white, the tree was black. However, the lady under the tree looked coldly at the area outside it, waiting for something to happen. Having a keen sense of danger was essential for living a long life.
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"It seems like you are well."
The figure in black responds, "What tricks do you come here today with, Destiny?"
"Nox, cold as always. At least Sol is..."
"Shut your piehole. Don't you dare speak about what you don't know. Just because you are free doesn't mean I can 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."
Destiny slowly rubbed his childish hands together like he was about to enjoy the entertainment.
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"Nox, when the betrayers and fallen happen. Life will restart, and the birth of chaos will reign in 3000 worlds. We welcome the day you or Sol can stand where we stand."
With a heavy breath. Nox's eyes turned crimson, and a serious look appeared on his face. When he saw several figures slowly appear from the shadow.
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. This includes the brief conversation that Nox and Sol had with Destiny. Everything happens in one single instant.
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Boooooooooom!!!
Fate turns its head in another direction.
"I see. Well, it looks like Destiny has delivered the other messages to those other 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, or better yet, Little Nine. Those people had already escaped and moved quickly toward the lower realms. It's best for you to make a move apart from chasing them. I will take my leave now. I wonder if Little Six would be happy if he saw this."
A cold and heartless laugh came out of Fate's little childish mouth. There was a hint of mockery and bloodlust in his voice.
Soon, Fate and Destiny vanished from where they were standing.
From that day, the three major realms in the 3000 worlds. Heaven, Human, and Abyss begin their long war over the 3000 worlds. Outside of what people could see. Several giant ethereal figures look at the 3000 worlds.
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"Heaven should be happy now that things are moving."
A cold, sly smile hung on that ethereal figure's face.
The several giant ethereal figures slowly vanished. Only one pause for a second before vanishing as well.