Prologue: Destruction And Rebirth, The Beginning Of A New Era And Generation

Within the Immortal Domain, there exists the Upper Realm and the Lower Realms.

However, in ancient times such was not the case. The Immortal Domain at that time had only consisted of one realm with thousands of galaxies and planets within it.

In that era, legendary immortals existed who possessed strength that could allow them to hold entire planets or even galaxies within their grasp.

Their profound comprehension of the laws between heaven and earth could allow them to do remarkable feats.

They were the pinnacle of power that the trillions of mortals look up to and worship wholeheartedly, and in exchange for their worship and devotion, those immortals would bless them with peace and prosperity. The mortals thought that as long as they had the protection and blessings of those immortals, then everything was fine.

However, during an uneventful epoch, something happened silently and slowly. It went unnoticed at first, but gradually, the mortals soon realized that the immortals they were worshiping was disappearing one by one. They felt that something was off, why were the immortals leaving them?

It was then that something monumental struck, literally.

Boom!... Boom!... Boom!'

Aloud noise with a seven-second interval between each sound echoed throughout the vast Immortal Domain.

It sounded like a heart that was struggling to beat in a human body.

No one on the thousands of planets in the Immortal Domain was exempt from hearing it.

It seemed as if this loud sound was a prelude to a horrifying catastrophe that was about to befall them.

However, one year passed and nothing happened. Then three years passed, then ten years, then thirty years, then fifty years.

For fifty years these ear-shattering loud bangs was constantly echoing throughout the Immortal Domain, and within that time there was no shortage of people who hadn't lost their minds.

An entire generation spreading across each planet in the Immortal Domain had grown up hearing that sound. Every time they woke up, every time they eat, every time they took a shit, even during sex it would echo ceaselessly.

Until one day, it stopped.

Everyone looked towards the firmament from their own planet.

The loud banging had stopped so suddenly that it caught everyone by surprise. Soon after, loud celebrations could be heard coming from all corners of the Immortal Domain.

Everyone had stopped what they were doing and started celebrating, whether they were sleeping, eating, taking a shit, or in the middle of sex, everyone rushed out of their homes and was in high spirits. They were finally able to live without hearing that godforsaken noise.

But, meanwhile the later generation was celebrating, and the older generation was silent with only one thought in their minds.

"Where are the immortals? Did them going missing had anything to do with this noise they were hearing for fifty long years?"

Unlike the older generation that had grown up seeing immortals, the later generation didn't particularly pay much attention to such details.

While the older generation was being doubtful, and just when the later generation was planning to celebrate for the next 3 years, the banging sound actually came back.

But this time, something was different.

Instead of a seven-second interval between each beat, it had turned to six, but it didn't stop there. The interval then became five, then four, then three, all the way down to one, until there was none.

The banging sounded as if someone was hitting a drum at lightning-like speed, and worst of all, as the interval became shorter the noise became louder until it was completely deafening.

Countless mortals on the countless planets in the countless galaxies were bleeding from their ears, and just when the noise seemed as if it was about to take the lives of every living thing in the Immortal Domain, it stopped again.

But again it wasn’t over, this was just the beginning.

As soon as the noise stopped, a line suddenly appeared within the fabric of space.

This line was small at first but as time passed, it stretched to such an extent that when someone looked up from their own planet towards the starry or sunny sky, they could see it.

If a being of immeasurable strength stood outside of the Immortal Domain at this moment, they would shockingly realize that this line had split the Immortal Domain entirely into two halves. And what was further astonishing, was the fact that if they were to estimate the size of each half, they would find out that they were completely equal!

Such precision!

The line went right through the very fabric of space splitting the Immortal Domain into two. The power needed to accomplish such a feat was on the border of surpassing what an immortal could do. And this perfectly straight line seemed as if it was cut... by a sword?

Everyone who was still conscious had their eyes wide open with alarm covering their faces as they stared at this unreal scene. Trepidation filled each and every one of their hearts.

And they had a right to feel as such because as soon as the line became visible to everyone, fissures started to spread outward with the line as the center. One by one they multiplied until they covered the entire Immortal Domain.

Pandemonium erupted as everyone ran, but where could they go? This disaster affected not just a single planet or galaxy but the entire Immortal Domain, it was simply impossible to run from it!

Right now the Immortal Domain was splitting in two at a rapid rate, and by the time the fifth hour passed they were completely separated.

The left half was still somewhat intact, but the right half had shattered into countless pieces of fragmented space.

This will later be called the Upper Realm and the Lower Fragmented Realms by future generations, for all hope is not lost.

Even though planets were destroyed and billions of lives had been taken because of this cataclysmic event, some still survived. Who would then go on to repopulate the remaining planets until civilization rekindles within the fragments of the Lower Realms as well the intact Upper Realm.....

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~Countless Years In The Future~

The Wither Daemon Realm, one of the countless fragment spaces of the Lower Realms, was governed by the three biggest Sects.

The Heavens Gate Sect, the Celestial River Sect, and the Dark Moon Sect.

The stronger of the three being the Heavens Gate Sect, followed by the Celestial River Sect and then the Dark Moon Sect.

The Wither Demon Realm consisted of four planets, planet Lin, planet Meilin, planet Mingyu, and finally plant Daiyu.

The weakest of the four was planet Daiyu, and on it were 7 Continents. The Central Continent, the Meng Continent, the Demonic Beast Continent, the Holy Continent, the Tang Continent, the Blood Continent, and finally the Wu Continent.

All seven continents were separated by a vast ocean, and at this time, somewhere between the Central Continent and the Wu Continent. There was a massive magic vessel flying above said ocean. This magic vessel was shaped like a boat, and with lightning-like speed, it flew towards the Wu Continent.

On the bow of the magic vessel stood six men in black clothing. Each of them gave off an eerie and mysterious feeling that made it seem as if they were there and not there at the same time.

Between them sat a boy, that looked to be around fourteen or fifteen years of age. He wore black combat cultivator robes and had jet-black hair that ran past his shoulders.

Even though he was young, he was by this world's standards extremely good-looking.

With the sun on such a face, while having the passing clouds as a background and his clothes and hair slowly drifting in the wind, it painted a captivating scenery that would make any painter exclaim in admiration before rushing to capture this scenery.

However, the frown that was etched on the boy's face would make those painters sigh in lamentation, as such beautiful scenery was slightly ruined.

The youth on the bow was currently in deep thought with closed eyes. The frown on his face made it evident something was really bothering him.

After letting out a sigh, he finally opened his eyes.

One of the men dressed in black saw this and approached his side. After cupping his fist he said.

"Young Master, we are now two days away from arriving at the clan."

The youth nodded his head before saying.

"Alright then, send word back home that I'll be arriving in two days."

"Yes, Young Master."

After the man in black acknowledged the order, he took out a communication jade slip and after using his Divine Sense to inscribe a message inside, he crushed it sending a message to said clan.

The handsome youth after letting out a loud yawn with both of his arms outstretched, he fell backwards onto the bow.

He was now in the position of staring at the clear blue sky and the passing white clouds.

After closing his eyes once again, he muttered in a barely audible tone.

"It's no use thinking about it now, I'll just ask father during my welcome back celebration."

Staying silent for a while, the youth whispered another one of his worries.

"I wonder if he's okay without me, I left the clan longer than usual...."

The handsome youth's words drifted off in the wind, which was followed by his light snores.

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