The Silence Before Creation
After the forging of the Martial Dao,
Ziwei did not descend.
He did not speak.
He did not interfere.
He simply waited.
Within the silence between the heartbeats of the cosmos,
He sensed it—
The breath of the Eighth Era.
The first quiver in the soul of the Great Dao.
But what was this "birth" he awaited?
Had he not already taken form? Already spoken?
Already walked the halls of stars?
No.
Form is not life.
Awakening is not birth.
Birth meant the turning of fate,
The breaking of the seal.
The true beginning of destiny.
The Secret of the World
The Honghuang Realm was vast—
But it remained sealed under the weight of the Great Dao.
Time flowed, but destiny had not yet begun.
All the ancient ones—those fated to shape the world—
Remained unborn.
Hongjun slumbered as light with no shape, soul still marred by Chaos.
Luohu burned as embryonic flame—rage of a demon sealed in stillness.
Yin and Yang, Heaven and Earth, Space—fractured fragments, yet to fuse.
Zulong, Fenghuang, and Lin Zu—still gestating within Pangu's flesh and breath.
Even those forged in divine intent—
Still carried within their souls the shadow of Chaos.
But Ziwei was different.
He was not born of war.
He was not born of hatred.
He was not stained by Chaos.
He was created—
As the first pure soul since Pangu.
From Pangu's final heartbeat—divine blood essence
From the three-colored divine water of creation
From the nine-colored earth, harvested from shattered Chaos Stars
Tempered by Pangu's primordial soul flame
Nourished within the Purple Star, under the silent watch of the Great Dao
The Son of Pangu. The Grandson of the Great Dao.
No Chaos Demon ever touched his soul.
No karmic chain ever held him.
He was born before fate,
To reshape the very law of fate.
"The first to be born in the new world shall carry infinite Luck…
That shall be me."
The Seal Breaks
Beneath the Stellar Spirit Tree, where silver leaves shimmered like flowing constellations,
He stood.
The Star Chart pulsed.
The Ziwei Palace held its breath.
He had waited longer than eternity.
He would wait no more.
At last—
The Eighth Era dawned.
The Seal of the Great Dao shattered.
Thunder cracked.
Lightning howled across voidspace.
Even Mount Buzhou groaned—Pangu's spine shifting in response.
Birth had come.
And with it—the right to exist.
Proclamation of the Supreme Emperor
His voice rang through the stars.
Not loud—but inevitable.
"Above all dwells the Great Dao—
The Will beyond Form, the Source of All Things.
But now… the Dao is silent.
And my Father sleeps."
"My Father—Pangu, the Primordial One—
Who faced the 2,999 Chaos Demon Gods alone.
Whose body became this world.
Whose soul seeded Law, Time, and Spirit.
Whose last breath gave birth to Destiny."
"And now I rise—Ziwei, his son.
With Heaven on my back, and stars beneath my feet."
"The Chaos sings my name.
The Martial Dao answers my call."
"I am the son of Pangu, creator of the Honghuang.
I am the grandson of the Great Dao, ruler of Chaos.
I am the Supreme Emperor of Heaven and Earth."
"First under Heaven.
Reforger of Fate.
The Dawn of the Eighth Era."
Awakenings Across the Cosmos
The declaration echoed beyond time.
And one by one, the Titans of the Old World stirred.
But unlike Ziwei,
They were not born clean.
Mount Wuji — The White Shadow
A man of flowing beard and ancient calm opened his eyes.
"Ziwei… son of Pangu."
"I could not slay the father. But you… are not him."
His soul still bore a fragment of Chaos Demon will.
His Law was vast—but not pure.
This was Hongjun, future Dao Ancestor.
Mount Sumeru — The Black Howl
In a shattered cavern, wild laughter resounded.
"The stars move first? Good. Let the game begin."
He had never been sealed by the Dao—
Only by the hatred of the Chaos Gods who birthed him.
This was Luohu, the Demon Ancestor—
Soul soaked in primal destruction.
Northern Pole — Balance Fractured
Two lights tore through the void:
Yin and Yang.
Male and Female.
Heaven and Earth.
They were not born of love.
They were weapons, designed by Chaos to prevent harmony.
"Harmony is death."
"Let us begin again."
Their souls bore no compassion.
Only Entropy.
Dimensional Rift — The Space Demon
A massive eye opened in a forgotten wound of the void.
"Even death could not bury me."
"Now the son rises… and the father still sleeps."
This was Kongjian, the Space Demon God.
Slain by Pangu, but his soul—unextinguished.
Bound not by justice, but vengeance.
East Sea — The Dragon Roars
A titan stirred under the seas of starlight.
"My elder brother… walks the land."
Zulong, born of Pangu's breath,
Half-brother to Ziwei.
Soul born clean.
A child of creation—not chaos.
He could call Ziwei "brother."
Southern Crater — The Phoenix Rises
From cinders and light, a woman of flame emerged.
"He has awakened."
She was Yuan Feng, the Phoenix Ancestor.
Born of Pangu's last exhale.
Soul without flaw.
One of the Four Sacred Pure-Blooded Beasts.
Mount Buzhou — The Silent Beast
At the mountain's root, a golden Qilin opened its eyes.
He did not speak.
He only looked upward—toward Ziwei's light.
Born of Pangu's bone and blood.
His soul was pure.
Without Chaos.
This was Lin Zu—eldest of the Sacred Beasts.
The Black Pit — Ferocious Howl
From the depths of rot, a thing of hatred incarnate rose.
"Pangu, I will erase your name."
"Ziwei, I will devour your soul."
Born from the resentment of 2,999 slain Chaos Demon Gods.
Not a creature—a curse made flesh.
This was Shou Zhu, the Ferocious Emperor.
A being with no fate, no mercy.
A soul entirely of Chaos.
Thus, It Begins
The ancient powers rose—
Some in awe
Some in rage
Some in silence
But none pure.
None untainted.
None but Ziwei.
He did not merely awaken.
He declared.
He claimed.
Ziwei.
Supreme Emperor.
Child of the Primordial One.
Creator of the Martial Dao.
Bearer of the First Soul of the Eighth Era.
While others opened their eyes,
He had already spoken.
While others took their first breath,
He had already taken command.
The Dawn of Supremacy
This was not merely the start of life.
It was the start of resistance.
Of reconstruction.
Of a realm freed from the shadows of Chaos.
The Eighth Era had begun.
And at its center—
The One Without Chaos.
The One Born of Pangu.
The Supreme Emperor Ziwei.