Deepest Apprehension

The cultivator world has been plunged into chaos ever since the devastating great war that occurred 500 years ago. Clans and sects now find themselves in the arduous process of recuperation. The Prime-Immortals, the apex predators of the five realms, are ancient gods lurking in an endless void, patiently awaiting the opportunity to devour an entire world. Within each realm, thousands of cities span across the edges of an infinite expanse.

The five realms share the same cultivation system. Within this system, there exist various types of spirit veins, including wind, water, fire, earth, lightning, and the most elusive of all—the primordial spirit veins. These primordial spirit veins hold the potential to unravel the mysteries of all matter and laws, granting cultivators the possibility of reaching the highest stage of cultivation.

These spirit veins possess the remarkable ability to nurture both the physical body and the soul, empowering cultivators to attain greater levels of mastery. This level of cultivation is divided into five stages: 1) Qi Condensation, also known as eNing Qi; 2) Foundation Establishment, or the Building of Foundation; 3) Core Formation, referred to as Jie Dan, typically manifested as a golden core; 4) Nascent Soul, known as Yuan Ying; and 5) Soul Formation, referred to as Hua Shen.

Beyond the stage of Soul Formation, cultivators possess the potential to push their limits further through talent and unwavering perseverance. This arduous journey culminates in the attainment of the God level, which itself is divided into three stages: pre-immortals, semi-immortals, and prime immortals. However, the existence of the legendary realm, known as the absolute realm, remains shrouded in mystery. Only one cultivator is said to have ever reached this fabled realm, and his name is Hirimija. He is hailed as an omnipotent being who reset the primordial epoch and forged the foundation of the five realms, holding dominion over the very laws of nature.

Filled with uncertainty, Remetri finds herself contemplating the fate of the southern world. Within this realm, where the illustrious city of Rohozhili stands, the recent sentinels have yet to ascend to the exalted realm of godly cultivation. Although the barriers protecting this world are undeniably formidable, they do not guarantee absolute safety. This world is situated too far from the Center realms, and Remetry hopes that the old Gods (Prime-Immortals) will not be able to locate it. As she gazes upon the twilight, Remetry murmurs her silent apprehensions.

Remetri sought solace in the belief that she would not witness another devastating war in her lifetime. As a semi-immortal, she understood that mortals in this realm had relatively short lives, lasting only a few centuries at most. Although it might sound selfish, she secretly prayed for a peaceful and progressive existence during her mortal years in the city of Rohozhili.

Remetri was on the cusp of a significant milestone—she was 1 step away from finally becoming human and achieving her long-held dream of leading a mortal life. A life that would be filled with the simple joys, desires, and abundant love.

But the thought of love startled Remetri. The reality of feeling such emotions hit her like a thunderclap. As a former semi-immortal, she had long since forgotten what it truly meant to experience love. Their memories of such emotions were hazy, clouded by the passage of time and the constraints imposed by their ancient bloodline. Throughout her countless years of existence, Remetri had remained oblivious to the profound depths of love.

She paused, letting the weight of this realization sink in. The beat of her heart, an anomaly among her kind, rarely stirred with the intensity that mortal hearts knew so well. The depth and complexity of human emotions had become distant echoes in her mind.

A faint smile graced Remetri's face as she chuckled softly. "Love," she whispered to herself, the word carrying both curiosity and a hint of longing. It was a concept that now piqued her interest, pulling at the corners of her heart. The destruction of worlds and the grandeur of power had lost their grip on her; instead, it was the absence of love that became her deepest apprehension.