Aboard the sleek starship cutting through the void, the observation deck hummed with quiet excitement. The vast Myriad World of Races loomed ahead—a brilliant blue-green sphere swirled with white clouds, ringed by shimmering orbital stations and defense arrays that glinted like jewels under the distant stars.
The group gathered at the wide viewport: Nia, Vaeloria, Seris, Sonna, Yonna, Thalion, Caelan, and Kael—eight reborn Primavus, wings folded neatly, white hair catching the deck lights, blood-red eyes reflecting the approaching world with fierce anticipation.
Nia leaned against the railing, arms folded, her blood-red, flame-like eyes blazing.
"Finally. A whole year trapped in this tin can, staring into nothing but black. I'm ready to set something on fire just to feel alive again."
Vaeloria chuckled quietly, her blood-moon eyes steady yet brimming with anticipation.
"Patience has paid off. We're First Calamity now—real power, real paths to forge."
Seris ran her fingers through her white braid with a smirk.
"Hopefully, this place won't be too boring."
Yonna stretched, her wings rustling.
"Finally. Cultivating on a ship is dull. I'm ready for blades to clash."
Sonna smiled sweetly, but her blood-red eyes held steady resolve.
"I'm ready too… to grow, to see what my powers can really do out there."
Thalion adjusted his glasses, faint smile on his rejuvenated face.
"The wider world is calling—full of knowledge, rivals, and secrets. At last."
Caelan and Kael—twenty-four, tall and built like blades—grinned identically.
"Big sisters.... just don't baby us," Caelan said, wings flaring playfully.
Kael nodded. "Yeah. It's time to make names for ourselves. The Originat twins—sounds good."
Nia ruffled their white hair roughly. "Still my little brothers. Don't get cocky or I'll ground you."
Laughter flowed easily through the group, warm and familiar, born from years of shared struggles and triumphs.
Footsteps sounded from behind, and Fay and Sia stepped onto the deck, their long blonde and pale blue hair swaying, faces serene yet inviting.
Fay smiled first. "You all look ready."
Sia nodded. "The Myriad World of Races. Our Home."
The ship began entering atmosphere—clouds parting, with a vast continent unfolding below.
The world was breathtaking: oceans of liquid starlight, forests that shifted colors with seasons in hours, mountains piercing clouds with floating cities atop them.
But the dominant feature was the Galactic Myriad Sect—a colossal structure covering nearly the entire primary super-continent. Endless jade palaces, crystal pagodas taller than mountains, training grounds the size of nations, arenas that could host stellar battles—all interconnected by rivers of pure mana and teleport arrays that flashed like stars.
Billions of auras flickered—every race imaginable: elves with leaf-wings, humans with adaptive glows, beastkin, dragons in partial form, even void-touched beings. Neutral ground magnified to absurd levels.
Fay spoke up first. "This world belongs to the Galactic Myriad Sect—linked to countless races across Venia. We're neutral among the righteous powers, but don't think for a second that neutrality means weakness."
Sia went on, "It's the usual sect layout, just on a massive scale. No outer or inner ranks—only Disciples and Primary Disciples, the latter being those with personal masters."
Nia arched an eyebrow. "No entry requirements?"
Fay shook her head. "First Calamity rank is enough for Discipleship. You can represent your clans or factions as you wish, but you're also part of the sect—no conflicts."
Vaeloria nodded. "Sounds perfect for us."
Thalion's eyes lit up. "Knowledge from various races and countless eras… incredible."
Sia gave a faint smile. "Here's some advice: choose your paths wisely. The sect has it all—resources, trials, masters. But power attracts attention.... So, stay sharp."
The ship descended toward a massive landing platform, the sect's jade gates looming like mountains.
The eight Primavus exchanged glances—excitement, resolve, readiness.
Their journeys were about to truly begin.
On the Myriad World of Races.
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Fay and Sia stepped off the starship first, the landing platform's jade surface warm underfoot, the air thick with the mingled scents of starlight herbs and distant thunder from training grounds.
The moment their feet touched the ground, two figures descended from the skies like falling stars—Ninth Calamity auras pressing down with gentle but undeniable weight.
Both women looked no older than twenty-five, beauty timeless and sharp. The first—Fay's master, Keysa Voss—had flowing emerald hair woven with living vines that bloomed tiny starlight flowers, eyes like ancient forests, robes of shifting green silk that seemed grown rather than sewn. The second—Sia's master, Thalia Kael—had hair of liquid silver clouds, eyes pale as dawn skies, robes of flowing blue mist that trailed faint thunder.
Worry etched their flawless faces.
"Fay! Sia!" Keysa called, voice like wind through ancient trees. "Where have you been for nearly three hundred years? We thought—"
Thalia's voice overlapped, soft thunder. "The sect searched every trace. We feared the worst."
But their words faltered.
Their gazes locked on the eight figures stepping off behind Fay and Sia.
Eight Primavus—white hair flowing, blood-red eyes gleaming in various shades, black wings with rose-pink veins folded neatly. First Calamity auras radiated, but dense, refined—pressure rivaling Third Calamity warriors.
The two masters froze mid-descent, landing softly.
Keysa's vines stilled. Thalia's clouds paused.
"Who…" Keysa asked, voice curious, "are they?"
Fay smiled proudly. "Our companions. Allow me to introduce the Branch Leaders of the Originat Clan."
One by one, they stepped forward.
Vaeloria first, blood-moon eyes calm. "Vaeloria Originat"
Nia next, blood-red flame eyes blazing. "Nia Originat."
Seris, white braid swaying. "Seris Originat."
Yonna, smirk sharp. "Yonna Originat."
Sonna, gentle but steady. "Sonna Originat."
Thalion, glasses glinting. "Thalion Originat."
Caelan and Kael in unison, grins matching. "Caelan Originat / Kael Originat."
The two masters raised delicate brows.
"Originat Clan?" Thalia asked. "We've heard nothing of such a clan."
Keysa nodded. "Yet your power… it's extraordinary for First Calamity."
Fay and Sia exchanged glances.
"We'll explain later," Sia said softly.
The masters nodded, curiosity deepening.
"Come," Keysa said. "We'll register you personally."
They led the group through the sect—vast beyond comprehension.
Jade avenues stretched for thousands of kilometers, lined with palaces taller than mountains. Floating islands drifted overhead, training grounds where dragons sparred with elves, beastkin clashed with humans, void beings meditated beside light cultivators.
Rivers of pure mana flowed between districts, teleport arrays flashing like stars every few steps. Billions of auras mingled—every race imaginable, power levels from First Calamity to hidden Ninth.
Nia let out a low whistle. "This place is wild. Check it out—a dragon fighting some kind of tree guy?"
Vaeloria smirked. "Endless rivals.... Heh, this is just perfect."
Seris grinned. "I'm testing that arena."
Yonna chuckled. "Already looking for trouble?"
Sonna's eyes sparkled. "So many gentle things intertwining with… ugh, there's just so much to learn."
Thalion adjusted his glasses. "Knowledge here could last lifetimes."
Caelan and Kael slapped hands. "Haha, Time to make our names!"
They reached a massive teleportation array—circle of crystal runes large enough for armies, humming with spatial power.
The masters gestured.
"Step in. This will take us to registration."
The group entered, array flaring.
Light engulfed them.
The Myriad Sect's heart awaited.