In the depths where neither light nor sound could reach, in the heart of chaos with no beginning and no end, worlds lay scattered like dead fragments.
Lifeless worlds—burned-out planets, dormant stars, cracked skies—as if all were remnants of ancient battles whose traces time itself could not erase.
And there… in that eternal silence… a tremor occurred.
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It was a strange tremor, not in void or matter, but in the laws themselves. The Celestial Dao, which binds chaos together, shuddered like never before.
Then… across millions of worlds, eyes opened.
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In a palace of white bones sat an eternal king, his eyes blazing. His soul was surrounded by an endless sea of blood. He opened his eyes slowly, and his voice echoed through the void:
> "It has… returned."
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In another dimension, within an endless desert, a giant man with three arms emerged. His body was like a mountain, his face carved from stone, and upon his forehead flickered a black fire. He opened his third eye and shouted:
> "Existence… trembles once again."
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At the peak of a mountain that pierced the clouds tens of thousands of times over, a woman in white sat, her long hair flowing like a sea of snow. Her eyes had been closed for eons, but now… they opened suddenly, reflecting millions of worlds. She whispered in a soft yet majestic voice:
> "Even the Dao could not conceal his presence."
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The Celestial Dao itself trembled. It resonated through all chaos, a sound without beginning or end, as if the universe itself cried out: It is born anew.
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And on a gray, lifeless planet, a child's scream erupted.
A sharp cry, like a blade piercing the throat of time. The planet cracked, the earth shattered, the sky quivered, and surrounding chaos shook violently.
It was as if the world itself rejected its existence, attempting to crush it from the very moment of birth.
But… when the child opened his eyes, everything stopped.
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Time… froze. Even atoms ceased to vibrate. Even unbridled chaos fell silent in awe. The Celestial Dao bowed, as if the eyes of that child held something greater than all of existence.
In that silence, a shadow appeared. A voice whispered across dimensions, deep and thunderous:
> "Intruder."
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From the black cracks emerged a sheath, black and studded with jewels unseen before. Beautiful to the point of enchantment… yet terrifying, making chaos itself recoil.
Any weak-willed being who gazed upon it for a moment would have their mind shattered forever.
The world trembled, and the Celestial Dao formed into a radiant light. It descended like a colossal star, its majesty capable of shattering worlds.
The sheath faced the Dao, their confrontation balanced—but the Dao could not unleash its full power, for a single wrong move might shatter chaos itself.
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Suddenly… a face appeared.
Extremely handsome, eyes deep as hidden skies, a faint crown barely visible atop his head. His body was translucent, as if he might vanish at any moment.
But when he spoke, all chaos shivered:
> "Unfortunately… I may not awaken soon."
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The Celestial Dao quaked. Worlds around it fractured. Immortal beings observing from afar felt terror, as if witnessing a presence worthy only of the word "Majesty."
The man waved his hand, and the black sheath returned to him. It trembled between his fingers, as if reunited with its master after a long separation.
A faint smile curved his lips. He raised the sheath… and waved it lightly.
⚡ Then, a strike erupted.
A strike that did not merely split the world in two, but tore a colossal rift through chaos itself. Even the Celestial Dao cracked.
Yet the strike was not aimed at this world—it was aimed at something far beyond, unknown.
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> "I hope you succeed."
Those were his last words before his form vanished entirely.
He left behind a torn Dao, and chaos did not comprehend what had struck it.
Light disappeared, and time began to flow again.
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On the gray planet, the young child opened his eyes and smiled.
A smile unseen for billions of years.