Prologue

[CHAPTER 0: PROLOGUE ]

The world where all origins, causes, and even the existence of consciousness originate is here.

All live, all die that is the boundless bond that overshadows it all even though the world has exceeded the progress of the past.

No exception humans who from the beginning survive from before there is even after birth, ranging from natural selection to reality selection, the strong and intelligent are the ones who survive.

Those times when even cultivation that was once considered knowing could now be done by everyone.

Remembering the ancient times / the time when we humans fought each other for your survival based on the Destiny you lived..., one by one, A Thousand by a thousand, a hundred thousand, a million, even a billion die for the destiny that we have, just for the purpose of satisfying ourselves..

Even history itself is disgusted by all this and that.

A world where all kinds of violence, humiliation, oppression, betrayal are commonplace in society, especially the selfish and disgusting bigwigs who rule everyone without exception.

Gods? God? The creator? The Immortal? Helper?.

Of course we as humans believe that there are people behind all these things, be it everything that happens from the beginning of everything even to the end that we ourselves do not know what will happen at the end of our lives or the end of the world itself.

Isn't the immortal God supposed to see us do all this even being able to see everything we don't see.

So why does everything that happens make us miserable? whether the presence of humans is just a toy, does not every existence or association have its own meaning and teachings, why all the things we sincerely believe in, are all gone.

Doesn't it mean that we are all just toys of those above us.

Even our hopes are easily betrayed. Even if it is heaven and Hell, life and death there is no right between the two.

Even if we ourselves are just toys, at least we develop, better? or worse? we don't even know for sure ourselves.

And now we are after all that we go back up little by little, in order to see the glimmer of light that illuminates, but what force of fate drives everyone to satisfy themselves even though we are better than our ancestors, even though we ourselves cannot act on our rights(?).

Today's world where cultivation can be owned by anyone without exception and is a normal thing, compared to the past when cultivation was only a certain thing for some people and a taboo thing for some people in society to even the highest officials.

Everyone was happy with their cultivation and the concept of yang as well as the concept that overshadowed it.

Kids running around.

"ahhahahh.. hahh.. hahh.. look at this, hey look here I can light a candle with a blast of breath from my mouth... look at this, hahahaha... "

other children are not less happy to see it..

"wahh great, how can you do that?, even myself don't know if I can cultivate like you or not...".

seeing his friend was sad, the little boy said.

"hey it's okay, even if you can't cultivate you're not trash right? because I am your friend, I will protect you when you are in trouble... ".

I heard the boy reply.

"Hemm.. but will I still be able to use martial arts as well as cultivation?, I even doubt it because other people who are only 3 to 5 years old usually already get their cultivation roots and use that talent when they get older, whereas I don't even know what and how this talent of mine is..."replied his friend..

With a comforting look, the other boy embraced his friend and said..

"Hey my stupid friend, Why Are you so sad?, age is not the limit to understanding cultivation isn't it?, you forgot? if we ever see an old man begging for money but after that he works in a place that is even more decent than when he was begging."

"I also once followed that grandfather to some strange place, I guess it was a cultivation sect and I heard that he does indeed have no talent for cultivation. but at least it can have better things than when he was begging. ".

his friend replied.

"Really?, wahh how unfortunate the fate of that Grandfather At that age did not have the talent to cultivate, I was stupid because I easily gave up with my current condition and age.. ".

"it's okay comrade you take it easy, I'm sure you have a limit of your cultivation that even the Prince, Emperor, God doesn't have.., Hahahaha.. "replied his friend.

His friend replied

"Heyy you to your sad friend are still joking when I'm sad.. *HMPH.. * ".

"Ahhahaha.. hahhaha.. hhahahaha.. yeah yeah, sorry sorry, sorry okay?.. * while begging and making an ugly face this child entertains his friend*.. "

"yes yes never mind, let's eat at my place first before we play all day, I don't want my parents to look for me just because I'm sad because I don't know my cultivation roots yet.. come on?". reply the boy's friend.

"OKAY, LET'S EAT!!.. it's chicken soup, right?.. '

"Huh.. you idiot, you think I don't know? HMPH, let's go..".

"hehehe... OK, let's eat!!! ".

It's beautiful, isn't it?, a short story of 2 existences that jest with each other. it is only a part of life..

They have not even looked at the real world where the laws of nature, natural selection, life selection, Destiny selection, and others are part of this world.. which, at all times, is what makes the world go round.. any time..

Or even something higher? ..

Is that possible?..

At least that's what I thought before I died