Orion floated majestically in the sky, motionless, as if the firmament itself paid him homage.
His presence seemed to defy the laws of nature — but it was more than that. He was the balance between multiverses, a supreme force.
His ice-blue eyes, holding the vastness of the cosmos, calmly swept the landscape below with divine composure, while a faint smile curved his perfectly sculpted lips. The expression was serene, but within that serenity lay an ancient weight — as if every gaze carried the history of forgotten ages.
Below, the mountain range stretched like a wild, vast kingdom — a spectacle of raw strength and untamed beauty. Colossal trees rose with trunks that pierced the heavens, forming a dense canopy that concealed the earth's secrets. Their crowns danced with the wind, emitting deep, low sounds like an ancient choir.
In the high branches, gigantic birds rested in monumental nests, while monstrous creatures patrolled their territories, eyes glowing with the instinct of primordial predators. Some of these beasts lifted their heads to the sky, as if sensing something far beyond their understanding.
Nature pulsed with a raw, wild energy — as though the planet breathed through every living thing.
Flowers of intense colors bloomed between rocks, their petals opening as if reaching for the sky. Each leaf, each blossom, was a miracle of life emerging from the vastness. The aromas rising from that exotic flora mixed in the air, forming a nearly narcotic fragrance that seemed to hold traces of hidden power.
The air was thick, charged with ancient energy. Whispers of the world echoed through the trees, as if the planet itself murmured forgotten secrets. Every beat of the wind told stories of past eras, of beings long extinct.
The natural darkness that cloaked the range, hiding it from the eyes of the world, did not affect Orion. His divine sight pierced the shadows, unveiling the deepest mysteries of that land. He saw layers of reality, like translucent veils that parted only before his superior consciousness.
Vastness and mystery echoed the grandeur of creation itself. He was no mere spectator — he was part of the very fabric of that world. The power vibrating beneath his feet reflected his own. It was as if the universe, in that moment, waited for his command.
And before that raw, untouched beauty, a desire stirred in his heart: to shape.
"This will be the place" he murmured, his soft voice slicing through the wind.
There, above the clouds, among the roots of power and the secrets of the universe, he would build something far greater than an empire — an eternal civilization that would transcend time, life, and death.
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Orion remained floating in the air, contemplating the mountain range below with a serene gaze. His power flowed freely through the world. He felt the earth's pulse, like a primordial drum responding to his silent call.
He raised his hand with grace, pointing to the ground. With a whisper nearly inaudible, as if commanding the very fabric of reality, he declared:
"From destruction"
The earth trembled.
Ancient mountains, ancestral rocks, and untouched forests began to disintegrate into dust particles, returning to the planet's essence as if they had never existed. The disintegration was beautiful and terrifying, a dance between creation and annihilation.
The sound was muffled, like distant thunder from forgotten ages. Reality bent to his absolute will.
The mighty mountain range gave way — and in its place, a vast, silent void remained: a blank canvas.
Orion raised his hand once more, his voice now laden with undeniable authority:
"...comes creation"
『Constructing the Empire...』
『3...』 『2...』 『1...』
From the once desolate ground, monumental structures emerged.
Luxurious houses — so imposing they made emperors' palaces seem like huts — rose with majesty. Their walls, sculpted from immaculate marble and laced with crystal, reflected light in a thousand hues. The buildings felt alive, as if they had souls.
At the center, a monumental Palace was born.
So vast its towers touched the skies, made of pure gold and lapis lazuli, with domes glowing with supernatural light. Corridors of crystal and marble stretched beyond comprehension. It was not merely a construction — it was the symbol of absolute power. Each tower seemed to whisper stories that had yet to happen.
Around the Palace, specialized sectors blossomed. Immortal academies emerged, temples devoted to cultivation and mastery of universal laws: time, space, the primordial elements.
Dimensional portals pulsed with arcane energy. They connected the empire to higher and lower realms. They were not merely physical gateways, but trials — ordeals for those who dared to seek ascension. Some pulsed like star-hearts, waiting for those brave enough to cross.
Colossal arenas rose nearby, where eternal battles would be fought. Their floors, forged from indestructible minerals born of ancient stars, would be the stage of glory or ruin for countless warriors. The ground carried the scent of future wars.
Immortal library towers rose like pillars of wisdom, guarding the knowledge of lost eras. Only the most worthy would access those hidden truths. The silence surrounding them was sacred.
The streets of the empire — crafted from the hardest material in the cosmos — emitted a subtle glow of cosmic energy. They connected the entire realm, not only physically, but spiritually, representing the harmony among creation's aspects.
Soft lights hovered above every crossroads, as if destiny itself had lit beacons to guide the travelers of eternity. Statues of ancient cultivators — formed from the memory of the universe — adorned the squares.
Divine laws were set. Time, space, essence — all could be molded by his will. These laws governed more than order: they served as reminders that, at the center of it all, there was Orion — sovereign of the cosmos.
And so, from a forgotten mountain range, was born an empire that would defy the gods themselves. A realm where power, wisdom, and transcendence would coexist, forging a new heart of the multiverse.
There was no place for the weak. Only the strongest, the wisest, and the boldest could thrive.
An immortal dominion. An eternal legacy.
Orion, floating above his creation, smiled. What began there was a new era — an age where his empire would rule the fate of all worlds.
Moments later...
『DING』
『Eternal Empire Subsystem created』
Orion remained in the air, serenely observing the vastness of his newly formed empire. His ice-blue eyes took in every detail of the masterpiece he had shaped with limitless power.
He hovered above the golden and blue Palace — a monument to his supremacy. The sunlight reflected off its domes, creating a celestial aura.
"Impressive" he murmured with satisfaction. "Every tower, every hall... This Palace will be the center of divine power, radiating my authority through the ages. Here, the greatest sages and leaders will gather, seeking true immortality under my guidance"
He drew closer, admiring the details carved into the walls of gold and crystal. The illuminated, endless corridors awaited those who would serve his empire. It felt as if time itself slowed within them.
Every inch of the structure reflected Orion: grand, perfect, divine.
His eyes turned to the immortal libraries — towers of knowledge glowing like beacons among the structures.
"Here" he thought "lie the secrets of the universe. Only the worthy will access this power"
Inside these towers, books and scrolls would unveil lost techniques, paths to immortality, and laws that upheld the very cosmos.
With a subtle motion, Orion moved to the immortal academies — colossal structures built from materials that defied reason.
Training halls, celestial arenas, and infinite cultivation chambers extended in all directions. The energy that radiated was pure and dense.
"In these halls" he whispered "tomorrow's masters will be born. Here, the future rulers of universes will be forged"
He knew: these academies would shape not just cultivators, but legends.
Descending to the streets, he felt beneath his feet the current of power flowing through the avenues. Made from the purest material in the cosmos, they gleamed with primal energy.
"Perfect" he thought. "These streets will guide not only the fate of its people, but of entire worlds"
At last, he arrived at the Eternal Battlegrounds — immense arenas where the greatest trials would be faced.
The indestructible floor absorbed all energy and fury. There, the fate of warriors would be forged.
"Here" he said softly "true kings will rise... and false gods will fall"
Raising his eyes, Orion gazed at the infinite horizon.
Every detail of his empire reflected the greatness he pursued. It was only the beginning — the first step toward eternity.
"An empire that will challenge time and space... That will become legend among the worlds. And I will be here to rule it"
With one final glance, he vanished into a gentle breeze.
What once was only a dream now pulsed with life, power, and absolute purpose.