Shrouded in a veil of solitude, a hazy nebula of congregated stardust drifted about through the silent void. Like a beacon in the night, this behemoth-like celestial sphere exuded a cascading luminescent illuminating a thousand light-years away; unyielding, unblemished, everlasting...
Heavenly Yang Domain; Immortal Realm.
Peering through the atmospheric concentration of immaculate spiritual Qi, one treads into a realm forged by the hands of Immortal Gods, smelted through the vicissitudes of time, yet remains an uncharted mystery to be unraveled by mankind. Through the annals of civilization, progressing(s), and regression(s) of life, an Arcane Tale molded by fantasies and aspirations germinated through every generation.
Under the Eastern Horizon, lay a sky-piercing mountain range. These verdant figures resembled a painting from Eden, climating over a dozen kilometers into the heavens, concealed within kaleidoscopic clouds dotted with stars. The Ancient Tale speaks of a Majestic Palace, encircled by a flooding stream of rivers, orbited by seven ponds of Ethereal Nectar, and presiding within a garden of mythical creatures; Phoenixes dart the sky, Dragons roam the seas, Mermaids bathe in springs and more…
Little did the pedestrians of this sphere know how factual these Ancient Tales were. Unbeknownst to them, there exists yet another mythical land; Divine Pharmacy Of Eden.
Bamboo trees, Pine trees, Willows, Evergreens, and an array of towering floras decorated a grassy landscape spanning hundreds of kilometers. Governed by glimmering pixies and fairies, the Divine Pharmacy Of Eden maintained a prospering history of serenity. A crystalline river erratically phases through its corners, distributing spiritual essence through the ambient atmosphere to preserve the greenery.
Center this land, a crystal blue lake without eddies nor ripples resided. Its clear surface akin to a mirror; reflecting the ebb and flow of time from eras long forgotten.
The World is boundless with an overall Nine Continents. Each continent sheltering 81 Countries, each country harboring 81 Towns, save for villages and sparse settlements.
Verdant Cloud Continent
A sprout of corruption bathed in bloodshed and slaughter had ceaselessly spread its roots through a land once known as the reflection of tranquil heavens. One day, the grotesque claws of disorder waltzed towards every nook and cranny of this God-Forsaken Continent; the absence Of Guardians doomed this civilization to despair.
The resonant wails and unobstructed shrieks traveled afar and beyond due to a Barbaric Invasion, orchestrated by the scheming of neighboring continents, which inevitably alarmed the adjacent Guardians. Alas, the guillotine of fate has already dropped.
On this day, countless eons after the peril lingers a pessimistic atmosphere throughout the continent. The horizon above had already morphed green, the flora is flourishing, hills endowed with ever-lasting greenery, but mankind had lost the catalyst of their aspirations and dreams.
Here lay an unsophisticated civilization repulsive of gleefulness. They lack resources, lack wealth, lack prowess, and lack motivations.
Perhaps one day in the distant future history will shed lights of grace unto this land once more. Alas, through the vacant eyes of its pedestrians, it is no more than the remnants of an Ancient Battlefield, blanketed by the curtains of a ubiquitous mist for a span unknown...
Crimson Vermillion Continent
“Let me bestow upon you a shred of my past. How old am I? Don’t ask, because even I am incapable of answering to your curiosity, much less my own…”
“What differentiates a king from a fool? One, simple, foolish decision. This is a past about a prosperous land, boisterous folks, ambitious youngsters… And a King whom his greed held no boundaries. On the auspicious daybreak of a silent day, this so-called King brought forth an expedition team of experts to excavate an Ancient Ruin, a Holy Land that stood testimony to the progression of an eccentric occult that even I, as old as I may seem, have little to no intellect about.”
“Their presumptuous antics led them into the sealed tomb of Zhū Què. She was celestial, captivating, and with an unremarkable beauty that transcended this secular world. No one knew why, or how her body had been preserved through the tides of time. Alas, our dear King resigned himself to his primal desires, daring to blaspheme her majestic, eternal rest…”
“As fate had it before this King stained her demeanor with his unadorned fantasies, a shrill clarion cry resounded for billions of miles, accompanied by an unimpeded bath of crimson flames that washed the entire continent in a sea of unreserved flames. These flames molded into the image of a Vermillion Bird, and history speaks that once these flames receded, a bloodbath ornamented the once prosperous, yet now brazen world of ashes.”
“Today, my friend. You are about to venture into a land of many mysteries. Over the pages of time, countless mythical creatures migrated into this man-forsaken land, yet humanity had returned to build a civilization once again.”
“Just that this time, there are no Kings amongst them…”
Saint Child Continent
Samsara Desert Continent
Northen Sea Continent
Southeren Ocean Continent
Raging Ox Continent
Soaring Phoenix Continent
Dormant Dragon Continent
When a match made in heaven traverses through the pit of dismay, disarray, and thus succumb to their primal instincts and desires; war is the answer.
Once a piece of land brewing envy in the hearts of many... yet had now fallen into a fragmented reality, its origins long lost through the sands of time, its history of prosperity but a pipe dream, a story to be told yet never in this lifetime seen.
Divine Altar Continent.
A land vast and wide, inhabited by the most supreme of them all; Dragons and Phoenix. These mythical entities bore witness to the irrelevant affairs of mankind with a gleam of disdain, detached from history and its descendants. On the eve of a red dawn, a catastrophe emerged from the shadows; a civil war that swept the endless mountains and seas into smoldering flames.
The unfortunate orchestra of annihilation beckoned forth three:
Under the tides of a slaughter that split the heavens in two, from the ashes emerged the Soaring Phoenix Continent and the Dormant Dragon Continent.
Prehistoric records dictate that the supreme beings are yet to perish; they merely lay in wait for the untold future. One day, the Soaring Phoenix may descend amidst the lands, thus on that calamitic day, a Dormant Dragon would seek vengeance.
Divine Yang Palace
To Be Contiued...