Boundless Legacy
Origin must be filled at all cost the world awaits your legacy
~ Shen Chen
PROLOGUE: THE BIRTH OF THE WORLD
In the beginning, there was only the Endless Void. A formless expanse where nothing existed and everything was possible. It was a state between illusion and reality, a canvas waiting for the first stroke of creation.
Then, without cause, a coagulation of transcendent energies began to form. It swirled and churned for endless eons, giving birth to strange shapes and identities that flickered in and out of existence like dreams within a dream. But during this process, a thousandth part of this energy splintered away, fleeing into the Void like a spark escaping a fire. It vanished into the darkness, carrying with it a fragment of the cosmic blueprint.
Later, during the core formation of the world's essence, another splinter escaped. This second fragment was smaller, more subtle, but it carried something precious: the potential for accumulation, for growth, for the slow gathering of resources that would one day reshape destiny.
The main body of the energy continued its work, eventually forming the Boundless Realm. It was perfect in description, boundless in space, and filled with unlimited resources of every kind. The Will of Heaven emerged as its guiding consciousness, watching over the ninety-nine gigantic eggs that towered across nine domains. Four domains of land. Five of seas and islands.But before the eggs hatched, the Will of Heaven discovered something that threatened the harmony it sought to create: a heaven-defying race, barbaric and dangerous, that had existed in the spaces between creation. Together with seven individuals of incomprehensible power—the Pioneers—the Will of Heaven waged war against this ancient enemy. The war was apocalyptic, a conflict so devastating that it shook the foundations of reality. Seas of blood flowed across the vast realms, staining the world with the memory of violence.
In the end, both sides were mutually destroyed. Only the Will of Heaven survived, its form diminished but its purpose unbroken. The blood of the defying race, coagulated by the Will of Heaven's intervention and mixed with mystical energies, gave birth to the ninety-nine eggs. For eons they slept, absorbing the essence of the world around them, until finally, they hatched.
From those eggs emerged the ninety-nine Ancestors, beings born at the Heaven Overlord Realm. They were the progenitors of all races that would follow, the architects of civilization in the Boundless Realm. Through proliferation, procreation, intermarriage, and the experiments of powerful beings, new races emerged. Ninety-nine became ten thousand, then one hundred thousand, then countless more.
Then came the Heavenly Tower—the first splinter that had escaped, now a realm of its own with 999 vast worlds. Then came the wars. The Beast Emperor War. The Heavenly Demon War. The Second Beholder War. Each conflict reshaped the world and created new legends.
And then, after 999 eras, the Boundless Realm was destroyed. The war shattered it into countless pieces, scattering its fragments across the Void. The largest fragment became the Celestial Heaven Realm, which formed its own Heavenly Dao and laws, using the Boundless Realm's original laws as a prototype.
But even that realm was destined to fall. Split apart by war and instability, the Celestial Heaven Realm was destroyed, giving birth to the Supreme Heaven—ten realms in total: nine heavenly realms stacked upon each other, and at the very bottom, the Mortal Realm.
The truth of what had come before was lost. The cultivators of the Supreme Heaven knew fragments of legends—whispers of the Celestial Heaven, tales of the ninety-nine Ancestors. But they had no knowledge of the Boundless Realm, no understanding of the ancient wars that had shaped their very existence.
Only the ancient fossils, beings who had transcended Dao and lived through the Boundless Era, knew the truth.