POV: Orinalis ("Origin Rewritten") World
A world that could have been and now must be reckoned with.
Orinalis revealed its brilliance like a Northern Star, standing out, unveiled among countless gems of civilizations, studied and charted across a vast cosmic expanse. Each one a story. Each one a choice, separated by a veil of time and space, spun from the thread of different decisions, different moments.
In this mirror realm, the Dragon God Disaster was still the same major turning point that caused devastation across a multitude of worlds. Among them was a world that was once similarly governed under the divinity of gods, now reduced to ash and ruin. Cities vanished, heavens cracked, and balance unraveled. Yet within that devastation, a light refused to die: civilization and life stood stubborn.
That fall of the divine supreme was more than a cataclysm; it was a collapse. The very boundary between Heaven and Earth was disturbed. Evil seeped through the broken lattice of the world. Populations vanished. Life itself bent toward annihilation. The skies darkened from despair. Yet even then, it was through the self-sacrifice and determination of predecessors who stood up to hold the falling-down sky. Through sacrifice. Through unity. Through will. Their strength is nothing but mortal, filled with defiance to seek eternal prosperity.
When the Dragon God fell, he uttered words eerily familiar to the original time and space: a command that all beings be restricted, their path to godhood broken but less rigid than its counterpart. Here, in Orinalis, it was not a divine law of unjustified self-righteousness; it was a measure of necessity. His own rampage had shattered natural order. His ambition to challenge the will of the universe had twisted worlds. And in his final moments, he understood.
At his final moment of enlightenment, he made an attempt to mend but met only partial success.
He bore the blame and chose to carry the infamy. All for the sliver of hope he still held for his people and for those who once followed him.
From the ruin, mortals rose. They held up the broken sky and walked the path of strength, just as in the original world, cultivating soul rings and following the traditions of the Soul Masters, a path steeped in the shadow of mutual devouring of life. But in Orinalis, the world was tainted. The ground was corrupted; the very Earth spirit poisoned by lingering evil. Power became a paradox: to grow stronger was to invite corruption. The stronger one became, the closer they edged toward rampage. To drink from this source was to quench thirst with poison. Yet even under the weight of deviation, madness, and decline, civilization refused to flicker out.
The fire of life, against all reason, still blazed.
Through this devastating time, a figure emerged—one who carried an ideology that sought to bring change to the world. He rose to quell the evil and forge a new order. In his youth, he suppressed the chaos and eliminated disaster. As he aged, reaching into the realm of the elderly, he earned the favor of the world itself and attained enlightenment and preached a doctrine that transcended race and origin, welcoming any who carried the heart of a pure seeker. He was the one who redefined the entire cultivation system and introduced broader, more versatile paths. His most profound contribution, the one that earned him the names "the Preacher," "Enlightener," and "Teacher," was his success in restructuring the very road to divine ascension.
Such a talent had rarely, if ever, been witnessed in the flow of eternity.
That period of time, about tens of thousand years ago, is recorded in great detail within the archives of world history by scholars and historians. It chronicled how, after fulfilling what he considered his destined duty of enlightening the world and restoring order, he departed without care for fame, fortune, or mortal affairs. He blazed forth on a greater journey, possibly toward the divine domain that had once been devastated. Though unknown to mortals, that realm too now seems to be returning to its former brilliance.
Through the inheritance of his legacy and the enduring spirit he left behind, the world today flourishes with a prosperity surpassing even the peaks once known. It is a time remembered and revered, the current era known across all records as the most radiant in existence: the Golden Age Ever Recorded.
The world now shines with unmatched brilliance, a tapestry woven from multiple ethnicities, countless sects, diverse schools of thought, and layered legacies, each contending with the others. This era has given rise to a civilization of astonishing depth, brimming with powerhouses and formidable figures whose strength would be unimaginable even in the dreams of those from the original Douluo Continent.
Unlike that counterpart, where only a handful could truly perceive the workings of the world, Orinalis stands far more aware. Here, the first tremor of change did not go unnoticed. It stirred the sleeping titans. Powerhouses across the lands awakened, and through their exploration and insight, the true elites of this world came to grasp what was unfolding and began to understand what Heaven and Earth were truly attempting to convey.
The structure of this vast world can be described through its five major continents, with one at the center greater in size than all the rest, known as the Ancient Landmass. It is a domain that houses the oldest legacies of the world, a cradle of ancestral power and forgotten truths. The remaining continents, though smaller, are no less prosperous, each glowing with its own brilliance and nurturing cultures that rival the center in heritage and strength.
The world's factions are arranged in layered tiers. At the apex stand the Seven Divine Lineages, towering above all. Beneath them are the top lineages, followed by first-tier, second-tier, and third-tier lineages, and then countless others beyond numbering, each carrying its own school of thought, tradition, and path.
Now, with the tremors of change shaking the foundation of existence, even the sleeping titans and those in deep seclusion stir. In the ancestral halls of all factions, across every land, eyes are beginning to open. Figures now rise high into the skies, facing directly the trembling fabric of space as it begins to clash against itself. These powerhouses, rarely seen in an era of peace, each carry legends whispered among the people and names etched in myth and awe across the planet.
As their presence casts a long shadow, even among the general populace and common mortals, discussions stir. People now sit across from one another, pondering deeply what must be done, what paths to take, and what unimaginable force they may soon have to face.
As discussions continued, a distinct chime rang out—a bell whose sound instantly froze all movement and words. Everyone understood its meaning. This bell had only rung a handful of times throughout the long and prosperous history of the world, ever since order had been established. Its toll signified the direct involvement of the highest governing body of the world: the Council, composed and managed by the top lineages and supreme powerhouses, some of whom were regarded as human gods or demigods, often revered as Ancestors across every faction.
The moment its sound echoed through the skies, all doubt vanished. The people now understood the severity of the situation. For such a bell to ring, and not just at any level but at its highest tier, meant this was no ordinary threat. Ordinarily, even major events did not receive such attention.
With people now moving toward the designated meeting site of the Council, anticipation thickened across the lands. What would be discussed there would not only determine the next course of action but also shape the general stance of the world itself.
The very attitude of Orinalis toward the potential new neighbors—whoever or whatever they might be—will be decided in that gathering.