Isn't this wave open? (Asking for collections and powerstones))

Meng Chuan's narrative was not one of preordained invincibility, but rather a compelling saga of perseverance, growth, and ultimately, tragic sacrifice. Born within the harsh confines of a subterranean prison, his early existence mirrored that of his destined counterpart, relying on fragmented Daoist scriptures for strength. Both possessed an inherent affinity for the Tao, yet the tapestry of fate weaved divergent paths for each.

As Meng Chuan approached the hallowed halls of the holy land, seeking further cultivation, a twist of destiny propelled him beyond the confines of his expected trajectory. The prison crucible forged him into the reigning prodigy of its walls, leaving the younger generation of Beidou in his wake. He emerged victorious from countless battles against kings, eventually setting foot on the ancient, star-strewn path.

Centuries of stellar battles solidified Meng Chuan's formidable reputation. However, time proved a merciless sculptor, transforming the Emperor's Roads into grim battlegrounds, stained with the celestial blood of fallen arrogances. As whispers of nascent Quasi-Emperors filled the air, hope for the emergence of a true Emperor bloomed. Yet, this fragile optimism was shattered by the descent of an chilling darkness.

Without warning, the Dark Turmoil erupted, birthing a Forbidden Zone Supreme who feasted upon the lifeblood of the universe. The fledgling Quasi-Emperors, barely stepping onto the path of power, stood no chance against this monstrous entity. Grief choked the universe, rivers ran crimson, and countless stars became celestial tombstones.

When the maelstrom subsided and the Supreme withdrew, a chilling truth lay bare. Most of the promising talent, including Yuan Mengchuan, had fallen prey to the Supreme's insatiable hunger. Mengchuan, though yearning to protect his world, could not even graze the entity who devoured him like a mere morsel.

This narrative abruptly concludes, leaving a stark testament to the universe's vulnerability to all-encompassing darkness. However, the ripples of Mengchuan's existence transcended the boundaries of mortality, resonating deeply with his fellow travelers in destiny.

The Crossroads of Destiny:

Zhang Sanfeng, renowned for his unwavering righteousness, recoiled in horror. "To consume sentient beings… anathema!"

Yuan Dagu, ever the stoic observer, echoed the sentiment, his voice laden with sorrow. "A universe drowning in such misery…"

Koichi, with his unwavering optimism, found solace in the Emperor's presence. "Fortunately, fate has been rewritten! The Emperor lives!"

Meng Qi, the ever-observant, mourned her fallen friend. "A finger? Slain by a mere finger? A brutal fate, Great One!"

Mengchuan, ever stoic, met their reactions with a flicker of confusion. "Is that… reproach I sense?"

Zhang Sanfeng, curiosity piqued, probed the Emperor. "Great One, did you encounter the Dark Turmoil after your...transcendence?"

Mengchuan raised an eyebrow. "By the time the original narrative's Turmoil unfolded, I had already ascended to the celestial throne of Emperor."

Meng Qi, eyes wide with surprise, pressed for answers. "Emperor?! So quickly? Do you possess other...advantages?"

Chuckling, Mengchuan confirmed their suspicions. "You are aware of my innate Taoist affinity. After my...transition, my talent and comprehension blossomed exponentially. Ancient scriptures and divine arts – I devour them with a mere glance. Cultivation becomes effortless progress."

"Before the Forbidden Zone Supremes even stirred," he continued, "enlightenment embraced me. No need for a second birth, no chance for another Dark Turmoil."

Mengchuan's final words sent a wave of silence crashing through the group. "I suspect the original Turmoil's sudden outburst wasn't merely driven by the Supreme's need for life essence. I believe..." his voice dropped to a chilling whisper, "...it was triggered by my absence, a universe devoid of an Emperor, ripe for the taking."

A wave of dread washed over the group. To simply awaken and find the universe a smorgasbord, a casual meal for a cosmic horror – the implication was horrifying.

Meng Qi, eyes blazing with resolve, declared, "If we can reach the Emperor's world, the Forbidden Zone will be eradicated! Such monstrous entities cannot roam free!"

Gu Yi, ever the diplomat, offered support. "Great One, I will gather further resources to aid you. My journey to the Red World begins soon."

Zhang Sanfeng, his voice heavy with newfound power, echoed the sentiment. "The Supremes tremble before your celestial might!"

Yuan Dagu, ever practical, added, "The Emperor must endure. We await your triumphant return!"

Mengchuan, touched by their unwavering support, offered a reassuring smile. "Fear not, friends! Your kindness shall never be forgotten."

Destiny Reshuffled:

A flurry of system prompts shattered the somber mood. The chat group, touched by the collective brush with destiny, embarked on an evolution. New functions unlocked, the store opened for business, and even the promise of future members filled the horizon. The future remained shrouded in uncertainty, but with the Emperor's presence as a beacon of hope, a flicker of defiance danced in the eyes of Mengchuan's allies. Their destinies, once solitary threads, were now intricately woven together, their fates inextricably linked in the face of the looming darkness.

The narrative ends here, leaving the door ajar for further adventures, battles yet to be fought, and bonds yet to be forged. The journey of Mengchuan and his companions, born from a chance encounter through the tapestry of fate, has just begun.