Prologue

Planet Thanen, in the midst of nowhere.

Grunts of pain could be heard while a group of women walked in and out of a room in a frenzy.

King Hanix Thanen, a red-haired man with red wings protruding from his back, stood at the entrance of the hall, without concern for the rudeness of the nurses. He waits at the door with a few people who, like Hanix had wings of different colours out on their back and among all the most eye-catching is a younger version of the king, Crown prince Osian Thanen, with his similarly red hair and wings.

Suddenly, there was a brief silence in the room as no grunts were heard for a few seconds before the cry of a baby could be heard echoing from the room. Hanix was about to burst into the room with his people when a frantic step could be heard from the hallway.

Dissatisfied, Hanix was about to rebuke the one who came from the corridor to discover that he was his butler. His butler rushed towards him with joy on his face, forgetting to use his technique of motion.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Look out the window!" His butler, Reginald, cried before anyone could comment on his vile demeanour.

Hanix was still about to reprimand him when he sensed something with his spiritual sense and with a quick step he entered the room to check the corridor, followed by his entourage, completely forgetting about the newly born baby.

In the outside sky was a phoenix phenomenon that seemed to fly across the nine carefree and proud skies. Watching the phenomenon, Hanix suddenly realized something looking at his baby, his daughter, who was still crying in the nurse's hands and his eyes revealed joy.

"Hahaha... This is auspicious! The time has come for the phoenix to fly."

It seems like this daughter of his was very blessed and will bring good tidings to their Royal household.

Hanix made a move to fetch her from the nurse while the rest looked at the phenomenon when his daughter suddenly stopped crying as her little eyes began to show fear. A gasp was heard at his back from his entourage watching the phenomenon.

Suddenly, an oppressive force descended, and everyone in the room felt as if they were being watched by their most ferocious predator as they all froze in fear of attracting a calamity.

They all suddenly felt like they were mortal once more.

Everything darkens.

The twin suns became invisible.

The phoenix in the sky was devoured by this darkness.

All the lights on the planet were devoured by the darkness, even the spiritual sense of cultivators could not discern the darkness.

The darkness was the new light and this continued for a mortal hour.

When the light returned, everyone was frozen for a few minutes before they started recovering, the baby fainted and would not wake up for a mortal month.

Hanix found out that his cultivation regressed for a bit and his vitality was drained a bit.

"Y-your m-majesty? Her majesty didn't make it."

He was not the only one like that.

Throughout the solar system, all the ancestors with one leg in the grave hibernating, took the other step into the grave and died.

Everyone in the system would wake up to find out that an hour of their lifespan had been taken while their cultivation had regressed to various degrees.

...

...

Somewhere further away from the planet Thanen than it is from the centre of the Six Paths.

A man with white hair was seated on a throne made of dragon bones, eyes closed, alone in an empty hall. His clothing seems to be made of silk, depicting drawings of a bird above clouds.

"I know you've been here for a while, what do you want before I return." He said with his eyes still closed.

"I know you can feel it too, eldest. The youngest just hatched." A slightly excited voice resounded in the empty lobby, "Aren't you excited? If not, why would you wait for me here?"

"Second or is it third now. Don't overreach, He was the first, you have to defeat him before you can claim the elder right." The one on the throne just replied nonchalantly with his eyes closed, "Now is not the time, father is away and mother is in seclusion. Don't wake those old fogies."

"Heh... so quick to call me number three, if you were defeated by him, won't that make you number two?" the one in the shadow snapped back with mockery in his voice trying to taunt the eldest.

It worked rightly.

The eldest opened his eyes and the hall seem to brighten a bit from the intensity.

"Youngest's slave? is he alive?" He asked with a glint in his eyes.

"Heh... He's always got an eye for talent. That man is still alive even after two thousand years." Number two didn't lose a chance to throw a jab at the eldest as he replied with a sneer.

"Indeed, he has an eye for talents, bring his slave near, when a connection is made with the projection we need to get a message from him."

"What message? like when he is coming back? What if he doesn't plan on returning?"

"Then we have a prodigal son to steer back home."