The sun stood high above the mountain, shining golden light across the valley like a river of molten dawn. The boy looked up at the mountain with a large smile cracking on his face, the warm glow brushing his cheeks as if the heavens themselves approved his words.
"I will be your servant and your student, Eternal God. So, teach me how to be strong and I will follow you closely. Though I be useless unto you, so just make me a slave. As long as I can protect my people, I will do anything I can."
The breeze carried the murmurs of the villagers as they bowed low, shadows trembling beneath the radiant sky. And the rest of the villagers also said unto the man,
"Please make us your servants and slaves."
The man answered, his voice as gentle as morning mist but as mighty as thunder restrained,
"Rise up, my friends. I call you not slaves and masters, but friends."
Then they all rose up and looked at him in amazement, their hearts pounding like drums echoing across mountains. His eyes looked like it were as the sun and it told that he was a timeless being.
"How humble and polite is he to us, we who are poor and weak."
But they knew he could destroy the entire reality just with his mere breath. The air around him shimmered faintly, as though creation itself bowed at his presence. So, no one was worthy enough for him to be the least polite to, though they were not strong cultivators. They knew that truly he was the strongest, or rather, he was the definition of strength, their souls and spirits affirming that he was truly the creator.
He then spoke, his voice carrying both sorrow and eternal authority,
"Why wonder in amazement? I'm polite and humble to you because I love and do righteousness and truth, and I hate wickedness. And this, I have employed all the cosmos to do the same. I sent them righteous cultivators to tell them to keep my commandments, but they refused."
Clouds darkened slightly at his tone, as if grieving with him.
"And instead, because of power, they began to experiment on humans and on beasts. Billions of souls were tormented because of their evil experiment, and humans were burned to death just for experiments. And then they succeeded in their experimentations and say the heavens are helping them. And now, the same heaven shall turn against them, and curse them in their wickedness. And now, the whole cosmos is in chaos. Because of greed, lust, and all manner of evil."
The ground beneath them felt heavy, as though creation itself trembled under the weight of his judgment.
"The commandment I gave to all creation is for their own sakes, and not mine, to give all a good end. But now, they have profaned my commandments, so now judgment has been passed from heaven. If they shall not repent, they shall all die by the sword, and then fear will grip those who want to follow their steps."
All the villagers knew, without being told, the man standing in front of them was the creator of the entire reality. A gentle radiance surrounded him, soft yet immeasurable, like eternity wrapped in human form.
"Sir, what commandments did you give all creation?"
He answered, his words flowing like living water,
"All the commandments I gave were that all creation love one another as themselves, and to love me, their creator. After all, love is the only thing that prevents chaos, greed, and selfishness. And apart from me, no good exists, for I'm good itself, and I meant that as what I am, not a compliment."
A stillness washed over them, like the air before a righteous storm.
"Yes, sirs, are we permitted to speak?"
A voice that sounded like ripples of water spoke to them, clear and serene,
"Yes, you can speak."
"To be honest, that is why we are afraid of getting into the martial world, because the things which we have heard are just so horrible. In a world with no one serving or caring, God, chaos only breaks forth."
A faint cold wind brushed their skin as memories of distant horrors crossed their minds.
"I was wondering how we have been safe from all those troubles for tens of years, because even all our surrounding neighbors were massacred just for fun."
The village chief sighed, his breath trembling like a weary leaf,
"Ugh! But I think now I know, you were the one protecting us, sirs."
He nodded his head in agreement, and the calm voice replied with gentle authority,
"Once again, the martial cultivation passed to your village by the village chief, though it is incomplete, it is from my disciples many years ago who were killed after the discovery they are my followers. But now, he is with me in the heavenly realm."
And he said,
"Are you all willing to serve me?"
The entire village responded, their voices rising like a unified echo across the mountains,
"Yes, sir."
The man stretched forth his hand, and the air cracked like forming metal as light solidified. He created a rod of iron and gave it to all of them, and said,
"You shall judge the nations with a rod of iron, even as I have done."
They were confused and said,
"Sirs, if you had judged the nations before with a rod of iron, why chaos again?"
"You shall know when the time is right," he answered, his tone carrying ancient certainty,
"but now I have given power to trample upon all existent that raises up their fist against their creator and to conquer all the powers of the enemy, and you shall not be hurt. I have put my spirit in you, so he shall lead you in the right path."
Suddenly, a mighty rushing wind blew upon them, roaring like a heavenly storm tearing through the worlds.
And there were seven tongues of fire with different colours of rainbow around each person, swirling gracefully like living flames dancing to divine music. And a white flame directly on top of their head, bright and pure as the morning star. However, they could feel the presence of the spirit of the heavenly king inside them and in the flames around them, and the white flame on top of their head is the combination of the seven flames through a complex formation making it a white flame in the midst of the seven flames around them.
This is the cultivation of the heavens the entire village inherited.
(About the flame around them one tongue of fire is red and another tongue of fire is blue and so on to seven distinct colours of the rainbow.)
And he wrote with his finger upon a rock and gave it to them, and they saw a very complex formation, as if by them the heavens and earth were made, written on the rock. And they felt the heavenly presence of holy beings above, praising the man who wrote on the rock.
"Just put your hand on the rock, and the formation will expose a book, and this book is the complete heavenly martial arts cultivation. But remember to follow the words in it, and it also reveals the mysteries of this world and it contains great amounts of history of the interference of the heavenly being with the earth and why so much chaos still exists."
"I go back to where I'm from, but I leave you not. I'm with you until the end of the world."
And he stretched out his hand, and the little beast that the boy thought had eaten was sleeping on this man's hand.
"This beast? You didn't choose it, or rather your dad didn't just bought it, I sent it to him."
Yiselie was surprised, his voice quivering like a startled flute,
"Uh, But how did it appear... and what does it have to do with..."
"You may not understand now," the man said,
"He is the representation of something great in the heavenly realm."
"Come before me, Yiselie, and take it from my hand."
A great aura of comfort spread around the boy and the villagers—it was as though they had become heavenly beings for a few seconds.
Yiselie was shy, so his mother and father encouraged him,
"Go, boy, there is nothing to fear."
The boy went and collected the beast out of the man's hands and hugged it tightly.
"I thought I had lost you."
The beast also was happy to reunite with him, its tiny sound like a spark of joy.
Then the man ascended to heaven. Light wrapped around him as though the skies themselves embraced their King. The villagers then looked up and saw him, and a cloud received him up from their sight.
The village chief then sighed again,
"What has this world done to make the King of the heavenly beings come down to deal with matter himself?"
The rest of the villagers were dumbfounded because they had just witnessed the greatest thing they could ever witness. Little did they know that this encounter would change them forever.
1. You can just call this the introduction to the story, the real adventure story starts in the next chapter.
2. If you find flaws in the story please comment on it, you know, it is not easy to write a novel
3."I'll be posting a chapter per day. On days when I don't upload a chapter, the next day will have two chapters. However, I'll be posting 7 chapters in a week."