Twelve billion years ago, a great war erupted among the ancient beings of immense power. Countless such entities perished amid the chaos, with only a few remaining dominant.
Growing weary of endless conflict, nine supreme Dao Sovereigns gathered their families, peers, and even former enemies. Together, they resolved to flee to a new world, to hide, and never return to the battlefield.
After a long and grueling journey spanning 100,000 years, the fleeing ancients stumbled upon a small island that had formed its own Dao embryo.
Hello there—Dao here. I will briefly explain what a Dao embryo is.
In this universe, as long as a world fulfills certain conditions, it can evolve. A fully evolved world can sustain life, and one that reaches the pinnacle of evolution can even create life capable of cultivation.
The first stage of world evolution is known as the Seedless Phase, or Wasteland Phase:
1. The world is barren, filled with weak spiritual energy, and incapable of supporting true cultivation.
2. No World Dao exists yet.
3. Grade: Fragmented Plane
Once the world evolves, it reaches the
Dao Seed Awakening Phase:
1. After countless epochs, a Dao embryo takes root in the heart of the world.
2. This embryo gradually matures into a Dao Seed, granting the world its first spiritual will.
3. Spiritual energy begins to gather; the land shifts, beasts begin to evolve, and secret realms emerge.
4. Grade: Low-Grade World
This is the stage at which the small island was first discovered. Ok that's it from
Me- back to story->
Once The Nine Sovereigns settled there, they each began choosing major secret realms to reside in. Unbeknownst to them, jealousy and resentment festered among those forced to dwell in the savage seas and harsher lands. Eventually, unrest grew into rebellion.
Though they had hoped to escape the scourge of war, war found them once again. It lasted 500,000 years before it was finally quelled. The original Nine Dao Sovereigns joined forces, slew the leaders of the rebellion, and cast them out into the vast skies.
With the world restored and its foundation reinforced, the Nine forged an eternal oath among all beings of the realms: a great war shall never again erupt.
Recognizing the deep scars left upon the Immortal Realm, the Nine opened their secret realms and established nine great sects, each ruled by the head of one of the nine main families. This decision granted others the opportunity to learn and pursue the Dao. It also allowed the Immortal Realm to thrive, expand, and accumulate achievements that further evolved it.
To ensure the past would not repeat itself, the Nine knew that if they remained as ultimate overlords, chaos would rise anew. Thus, they formed an alliance bound by the Dao and chose one with the greatest merit to lead them all—crowning him the Immortal Emperor.
No one knew where he came from. He claimed to be the last of his clan. But what was evident was that his abilities proved he was more than worthy. And because he was not of the Nine Clans, he became a symbol—one capable of holding the Nine in check.
Now, in the era of the Immortal Emperor Tianjin, peace has truly graced the Immortal Realm.
The descendants of once-warring bloodlines began to mend relationships, and from reconciliation, many new bonds bloomed. In time, many chose to become Dao companions, giving birth to divine children tempered by the endless Dao cultivated within the realm.
One such divine child is Zhen Tianxiu—son of Hu Tianxiu, the early-Immortal War God and crown prince of the Tianxiu Clan; grandson of Tianxiu Yanshen, Grand Elder of the Immortal Council; and great-grandson of Lady Xuanmei, Goddess of Eternal Flame.
Dao here again—our protagonist is currently undergoing final restoration and will be ready soon.
[30 Epochs Later]....
…Okay, he is ready now, and he has received several divine gifts.
————Midnight — 12:00 AM
"It has been raining for the last 300 years," an elder murmured.
The Council grew restless. The Immortal Realm had never witnessed such a catastrophic state. Once vibrant, sunny, and resplendent, it had become a world drowned in endless rain.
"This is because they went against the Dao," said another.
These were the Nine Elders who ruled over the Immortal Council—each a cultivator of the Immortal Lord Realm.
"That's enough out of both of you. Do you not understand what's happening?" protested Elder Xuan, a late-stage Immortal War God.
The Nine had been arguing all day, unsure of how to respond to the celestial disturbances that coincided with Zhen Tianxiu's birth.
"Please, Elder Yanshen…"
The pleas among the elders grew louder. All sought understanding—what had caused the realm to spiral into chaos?
"I… Even if I could… I—"
!!!!BOOM!!!!
The great gates swung wide open.
A small servant, barely alive and bleeding profusely, staggered in wearing dark golden garments. Led by the guards, the servant entered the main hall, mustering all remaining strength.
"Your Highness, please come to the chamber room…"
Elder Yanshen, deep in thought, rose and teleported from within the secret realm, appearing beside the dying servant. Upon reading his memories, he grasped the situation and rushed toward the Tianxiu Main Chamber, bringing several other elders with him.
"Father, you have arrived," said Prince Hu, bowing respectfully.
"How is she?" Elder Yanshen asked calmly.
On the outside, Yanshen remained poised and invincible. But within, his heart was breaking. He had long awaited the birth of his grandson—his dreams were filled with hopes of guiding him, protecting him, and gifting him the Dao.
Now that dream seemed distant. It had been 300 years since the Tianxiu royals first received news of the pregnancy. And yet, 300 years later, the child had still not been born.
"In stillness, the form finds breath; in motion, the breath returns to stillness—this is the circle that holds all things."
These words echoed across the skies, echoed by the Heavenly Tribulation, instilling fear and reverence among the cultivators of the Immortal Realm.
A blinding light pierced the heavens, converging on the Tianxiu Chamber, ready to strike it down. But just as it descended, a majestic rainbow light emerged—forming a 900-meter spectral barrier that repelled the celestial force.
Once the threat dissipated, saints, gods, fairies, and immortals gathered around the auspicious light, gazing downward in awe.
A great hand descended from the heavens, lifting the newborn gently into the sky. A small lotus was placed upon the infant's forehead, as the heavens repeated:
"In stillness, the form finds breath; in motion, the breath returns to stillness—this is the circle that holds all things."
When the phenomenon faded, Elder Yanshen and prince Hu rushed into the chamber in a mixture of distress and happiness.
"He's here!" shouted the Immortal Wet Nurse.
She picked up the child and placed him into his mother's arms. Upon meeting her gaze, the child's consciousness awakened.
And so, Zhen Tianxiu was born—fully restored and awake.