The mundane, ordinary lives of humans and animals are contained with a small bubble they know as, 'The World'.
They are clueless and ignorant to everything beyond what they can see. They all know nothing about what lies above the skies.
Nothing about the truth of their small and puny lives, built upon that veil of lies and falsities.
They are all merely ants, trapped and hidden behind that barrier, barring entry to a vaster dimension holding the full truth.
The Outer Boundary. An expanse of dark space akin to a giant river consisting of time, space and light, containing billions of worlds and stars.
And, among each of these worlds, they teem with ignorant mortals like these, unisonly humming the faint, harmonious tune of life.
Yet, despite that faint tune, in the midst of the River of Existence, worlds are both destroyed and created in a constant, never-ending cycle.
This is all due to the will of the Creator Gods.
The divine deities that crafted this giant river from Divine Qi that existed before the beginning of time, creating what is known as the Origin Point of the River of Existence.
To the 'Creator Gods', worlds are simply 'budding seeds'.
The worlds that can sprout and flourish will eventually bring forth the rise of countless star-faring factions and organisms.
But the ones that cannot will fade into nothingness, and end up being forgotten forever, sinking into the abyss beneath the River of Existence, which is the 'Shattered Void'.
Though, as more and more worlds began to come forth, the rise of certain beings became more and more inevitable.
Those who could manipulate 'Qi Threads', and eventually mimic the divine power of the Gods.
This was 'Enlightenment', and through this, Revelators came, alongside the risk of world-ending calamities surfacing from such volatile 'authority'.
And now, with great threats now looming over every single world within the River of Existence, how will it correct itself under the gaze of the Gods?
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Quiet...
It was quiet.
In the wider cosmos, there was always silence.
But there was this one time, within the Cervalut star system, when the noise caused even star-destroying beasts nearby to turn their heads and watch.
One planet was being subjected to one of the most tortorous invasions ever witnessed within the River of Existence.
This planet, known as the Pale Wastelander's Crown, was in the process of fighting off the vanguard of the Mieshi Jiaotuan.
They were an abominable cult among the stars, obsessed with the beauty of annihilation.
They were aided with heaven-defying strength lended to them by Entropy, one of the Creator Gods that wields authority in the form of 'the end of all things'.
Likewise, this cult worshipped the power to end all things.
They destroyed and conquered ceaselessly, and they enjoyed unleashing catastrophes in the form of a domino effect, toppling worlds with small and sudden but calculated moves.
But at this moment, they targeted this world with an unknown goal in mind.
To think, they had almost won too.
But, as if heeding their waning call, a single man slashed through the encroaching destruction, and became their saviour.
The fighting and endless battles heralded the sudden arrival of a 'blind swordsman'.
The man who wielded 'moonlight'.
He was an existence beyond mortals.
A Revelator, who, just after entering through the skies, softly spoke the three words solemnly:
"Darkness Splitting Blade."
Following that, a blinding flash of light came from his blade and warded away the wrath of the cult.
But, this saviour also disappeared afterwards, leaving the half-destroyed wastelander planet to piece together what had happened.
And, from then on, they decided that this was the push they needed to advance, so that such a disastrous, 'near extinction-level event', could never happen again.
Thousands upon thousands of years passed since then, and the world changed significantly.
With the knowledge of the skies acting as a Firmament, the political leaders of the planet acted fast, and they focused on strength and grasping the elements carried from beyond the stars.
It was during this time that political power became absolute, and ruthless battles were an everyday occurrence.
The planet was bathed in blood and chaos at one point.
But, it all changed during a certain era.
The Epoch of the Sunlit Dawn that passed a few thousand years ago from today.
A group of people who called themselves 'sages' pursuing the unfathomable, revealed something from long, long before.
The existence of the Qishi Zhilu, a 'Revelation Path', which was also speculated as the Path towards Enlightenment.
Through this so-called 'Path', you could earn the attention of the Gods and attain the power that the 'saviour' from long ago wielded to save this planet.
Qi. That was what the sages called it.
They revealed many things and many secrets, and said that they merely pursued immortality and the 'full truth', and so they practiced "meridian-shaping techniques" and spiritual arts for a millennia to gain access to their spiritual objective.
But, as they did so, they were often ridiculed.
They were simply known as madmen that chased legends and myths, spending their rest of their wrinkled days hoping to reveal so-called 'ancient secrets' buried upon layers and layers of dust.
But, unlike what anybody expected, it seemed they did uncover a 'truth'.
With an unknown power, they pierced through the Firmament themselves and revealed the face of the Mieshi Jiaotuan High Overseer who had been watching the entire time, accusing that majestic being with golden eyes and a mythical appearance of orchestrating the destruction of this world.
Following this, the ten sages initiated an Earth-shaking battle with that golden figure, lasting a century and a half.
Nobody knows what the end result of that battle was, but as it ended, a bright light emerged from the body of the cult leader, and he allowed 'golden ichor' to flow from his chest, before he left this world completely.
And, in that way, the world's order changed entirely, ushering in an unprecedented era.
An era of martial practitioners and truthseekers, sages and immortality-seekers.
And, ever since, those ten sages who wished for truth and ultimate power became known as the 'Heavenly Immortals', the greatest masters in the world.
Eventually, more and more sages added to their numbers, until the grip that mere political power had on the world was a shell of what it used to be.
Only two people managed to become powerful sages solely through influence and wealth.
"…But, even to this day, the Mieshi Jiaotuan continue to scheme and plot on this world… they are being led by a certain Revelator that just doesn't give up…"
"Ha… but, I guess we are also the same, huh? Us, as the 'Divine Wisdom Order', are devoted to our studies as a genius society."
"…We seek to discover the web of truth hidden between the stars."
"So…"
One of them sighed.
"…But, extrapolating the fate of mere world-dwelling humans is exhausting…"
"Of course, but with an exceptional 'subject' in our sights, there is something to be gained out of this process after all."
"I hope that 'he' will find his true destiny among the stars… and eventually help us in our goal."
Said by a 'wisdom-seeker' who deciphers, a Revelator who shall extrapolate a grand future for the sake of….
But, as all this happened, a poor boy originating from a small Northern village was discovered in a small lake, frozen in ice.
Nobody knew it then, but that boy could soon become one of the most luminous stars in the night sky.