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She wakes up, not knowing who she is. She saw herself in the middle of the pond on a bamboo forest. She have no memories. Not knowing even her name. She only have a vague recollection of this world, and many knowledge that she doesn't know the origin of. She is the most mysterious person, capable of learning anything. Seeing through the flaws of anything. Techniques, skills, bloodlines, even their life. Nothing can escape from her eyes. The only problem is that, she also didn't know how the world works. She didn't know how brutal the cultivators are, how humans are greedy and will stab some people on the back, how women are seen in this society, and many things. She walks upon the mortals, unaware of the ripples that she's going to cause all over the cosmos. This is her story. Her life in the world of cultivation. (This story is not for you. The MC is female, and there are no revenge, faceslapping, and defiant attitude for this. The MC is passive and won't cause trouble for the others. That's why, this is not for those who are looking for it.)
Void. The only thing that exist is nothing.
In this nothingness, a consciousness stirs. Looking around, seeing nothing, and then roaming aimlessly.
Then, this consciousness decided to touch this nothingness, the blank canvas. Painting the world with it's fingers, causing ripples to spread through the space, creating layers. Then, she made life.
This is the creation of the world. A mysterious being have spread their hands and let their almighty powers scatter across layers. Trees blooms, oceans rises, and land forms. The skies gave color to the world, plants gave sustenance, and people makes use of it.
Billions of years passed, and these people achieved a greater power. This is the mysterious energies that made up these world. With this power, they managed to grow stronger, going through heights impossible to mortals.
They are known as the Cultivators.
These cultivators trains, meditates, and breaks through their limitations. As they do this, they are becoming more. Extending their lifespan, comprehending the nature, and even achieving godhood.
This will later on become their path to get to the second layer. The first time they discovered the First Heaven.
Another billions of years, and gods now roams through these layers. They conquer them, and make it their own. Each layers more abundant with this mysterious energy than the last.
The Nine Heavens, layers that exists atop the world. The Nine Hells, layers that exist below the world. Both are impossible to get through without achieving the appropriate level of cultivation.
The Nine Hells were condemned, it's lands are harsh even for the godly immortals. It is impossible to live there unless they get used to it. It is called Hell because of it's capability to turn even a saint into a bloodthirsty beast.
The Heavens are the target of most cultivators. The place abundant of resources, beautiful beyond words, and is full of mystical sights. It is incomparable to the layers below.
As the people roams on these layers, a certain being smiles. Curiosity in their eyes. Then they look down on the middle layer. The Mortal World.
As the others were busy taking things, fighting each other for more, these one pointed on a certain place, and then they smiled once more.
