The uprisings between the Mortal and Immortal Realms raged like a storm, their clashes shaking the very fabrics of heaven and earth. Amidst this chaos, the Heavily Emperor's closed eyes suddenly snapped open, disturbing the centuries of slumber with a sharp intake of breath.
"This is no ordinary turmoil," he muttered, eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom. His divine senses caught something darker—a catastrophe brewing beyond all realms, a storm of destruction so immense that only one could stop it: the mysterious child born in the Willowvale Sect.
Summoning his four most powerful generals—the Sword God, Bow God, Spear God, and the Heavenly Strategist—the Emperor issued a decree. "Go to the Mortal Realm. Protect that child at all costs. But do not reveal your true power unless absolutely necessary. Enter the sect as disciples, earn their trust, stand close to the boy, and teach him everything you know. If he is truly the one, he will surpass you all."
Before the generals departed, the mighty Azure Dragon, valiant and proud, stepped forward. "I will join you, Heavenly Emperor. Let me stand by that child's side and fight alongside him."
But the Emperor shook his head gently. "No, Azure Dragon. Your strength is needed here. Train our soldiers relentlessly. When the catastrophe comes, they must be ready to support him. The survival of both realms depends on it."
The Azure Dragon hesitated. "But what is this catastrophe that even you fear? A threat so great that System Users cannot defeat it, even combined?"
The Heavily Emperor smiled, an expression both chilling and resolute. "I will journey to the altar of the First Heavenly Emperor to uncover the nature of this impending doom. Until I return, you and the Heavenly General must maintain the fragile balance between the Mortal and Immortal Realms."
With that, the generals vanished into the mortal world, worlds away from the battles that awaited them—and a destiny intertwined with the boy whose birth had shaken heaven and earth.