A hundred million years ago, when the stars were still young and the heavens untouched by war, there lived a being known only as the Old Master—the first immortal, the source of all wisdom.
He took in six disciples, teaching them the sacred arts of magic, martial skill, and the balance of the realms. He loved them all as his own children, each radiant with potential, each destined to rule.
When their training was complete, the Old Master bestowed upon them the guardianship of six realms, gifting them his divine essence to sustain their worlds. Before departing on an eternal journey beyond the stars, he gave them one final command:
"Strengthen your realms. Protect your people. Guard the light of creation with your lives."
And thus began the Age of Realms
1. The Heaven Realm rose under Emperor
Di Junwu, a sovereign of unmatched virtue. His calm wisdom and noble spirit made him a beacon for all youth who dreamed of ascension. Under his rule, Heaven flourished in peace and divine order.
2. The Demon Realm was entrusted to the God of Justice, demon king the strongest among them all. Fierce yet righteous, he wielded his power to defend the weak, always placing his people above himself.
3. The Ghost Realm followed a different path. Its emperor, ghost king cunning and ambitious, was known for his selfish heart, yet he bowed only to the Demon Emperor, whom he revered like a god. His loyalty, though born of fear, was unbreakable.
4. The Phoenix Realm, ruled by the Eldest Sister, burned with eternal flame. Her grace commanded both awe and respect; her rebirth symbolized resilience itself.
5. The Dragon Realm, led by the Second Sister, was a kingdom of might and wisdom. She ruled with the calm of ancient seas and the fury of storm winds.
6. The Flower Realm, ruled by the Youngest Queen, shone brightest of them all. Her beauty was said to rival the dawn itself. Even the Heaven Emperor, Di Junwu, adored her so deeply that he carved a celestial statue in her image—a symbol of his undying devotion.
And so, the six realms stood united under the will of their master each strong, proud, and pure. But time has a way of testing even the most sacred bonds.
For when the Old Master vanished beyond eternity, the balance began to fade…
Among the six realms, none bloomed with more beauty than the Flower Realm. Its queen, Lady Lianhua, was known as the jewel of creation—graceful as moonlight, gentle as spring rain, and radiant beyond compare. But beneath her calm smile hid a secret that only the whispering trees knew.
For every night, when the silver moon rose high, the Flower Queen would slip away from her palace, her footsteps silent upon petals. She would hide among the branches of the Blossom Tree of Eternity, just to catch a glimpse of the Demon King, ruler of the crimson lands.
He was a being carved from flame and justice, feared by all, loved by none. His eyes burned like molten gold, but his heart knew only duty. Love, to him, was a distraction—a weakness that could destroy a kingdom.
Yet, from her hiding place, the Flower Queen would watch him train beneath the stars, his sword slicing through the night with divine precision. And though he never looked her way, she whispered softly,
"Even if you never love me, my heart will bloom only for you."
Her devotion was pure, silent, and eternal.
But love rarely blooms without thorns.
When the Heavenly Emperor, Di Junwu, learned of her quiet affection, jealousy grew like poison in his heart. He had long admired the Flower Queen, his admiration bordering on obsession. Her beauty haunted him; her grace humbled even the gods.
So he descended from Heaven, draped in golden robes, his voice calm but his gaze burning with desire.
"Lady Lianhua," he said, "Heaven wishes for you to become its Empress. Together, we shall rule all realms under the light of eternity."
But the Flower Queen bowed deeply and answered with serenity that cut deeper than any blade.
"Your Majesty, my heart already belongs where my eyes rest. I cannot give it to another."
Her refusal struck the Heaven Emperor like thunder. Behind his composed smile, storms of envy began to stir.
And from that moment, the peace among realms began to crack quietly, like ice beneath a spring sun.
The love of the Flower Queen for the Demon King was no secret. Yet Heaven's Emperor, Di Junwu, could not bear it. Consumed by jealousy, he approached the Demon King with an unusual request.
"If I am to wed the Flower Queen," Di Junwu said with calm authority, "then her elder sisters must be married first. It is tradition no youngest may wed before her elders."
The Demon King listened silently, his molten eyes fixed on the emperor. After a pause, he replied with unwavering certainty:
"Very well, Di Junwu. But know this — the youngest will always belong to her own heart."
The Heaven Emperor agreed. Thus began a chain of unions that bound the realms in strange harmony.
The Eldest Sister of Phoenix Realm, and the Second Sister of Dragon Realm were wed to the Heaven Emperor before the Flower Queen herself could be claimed. Even then, the Dragon Queen's heart was not his it was claimed by the Ghost King. But the Ghost King, bound by his oath to the Demon King, honored his promise, letting her desire go unfulfilled.
Finally, all three sisters were united in marriage to the Heaven Emperor. Yet the Flower Queen's heart remained faithful to another her thoughts forever lingering on the Demon King. Her love endured like a quiet vow under the moonlight, whispered to no one but the Blossom Tree of Eternity.
But fate had darker threads to weave.
One day, the Demon King fell into madness. No one knew why. His once righteous heart turned to fury.
A strange whistle echoed through the Demon Realm, and the sound was enough to unhinge his mind. In blind rage, he turned upon his own people, slaughtering countless innocents in a frenzy.
Heaven's Emperor, Di Junwu, intervened. "Brother—stop this destruction!" he cried. But the Demon King would not be swayed. His madness was absolute.
The battle that followed shook the realms. The Demon King, despite his strength, was struck down at last by Di Junwu himself—by the very hand of Heaven's Emperor. His roar of defiance became silence.
The Flower Queen heard the news as if her own heart had been struck down. She wept for days, her sorrow as deep as the endless sky. She tried to end her life many times, her grief swallowing her will. But each time, her sisters intervened, saving her from the edge of death.
And in those years of mourning, the Ghost King grew wary of Heaven. He never forgave Di Junwu for killing his beloved friend. His loyalty to the Demon King became a quiet, eternal guard against Heaven's realm.
The Flower Queen's sorrow was not something the realms could measure. Her heart, bound for eternity to the Demon King, shattered the moment she learned of his death.
In the quiet of her palace, her mind replayed every stolen glance, every secret meeting beneath the Blossom Tree of Eternity. She remembered his molten gaze, his solemn oath, and the promise that she was the only heart he would ever claim.
But now… that promise was buried beneath his blood.
The Flower Queen gave birth to her son,
Di K, in the pale glow of dawn. His cry was the first sound to break her silence in days. Her hands trembled as she cradled him, the child born of love, sacrifice, and unfulfilled longing.
Yet the moment she held him, her strength broke.
She could not bear a world where her beloved lay cold in the earth, and her child would grow in a realm of lies and duty. Her grief became disbelief—an agony too deep for mortal words.
That night, she wandered to the Blossom Tree of Eternity, carrying her newborn close to her heart. The blossoms swayed in the wind, as if whispering secrets to her. She whispered back:
"I will not live without him. I cannot."
And so, her light faded.
The Flower Queen died that night—not from blade or poison, but from the weight of her own heartbreak. Her passing was quiet, her last breath a soft sigh that echoed through the realms like the falling of petals.
Heaven mourned her. The Blossom Tree of Eternity wept silver petals that fell over her resting place. Even the heavens seemed to shiver in grief.
The child, Di K, was left behind—a living reminder of a love too great for even the gods to hold.
The Heaven Emperor Di Junwu, though bound by duty and jealousy, felt a pang of guilt that would linger through eternity.