In a realm beyond the grasp of mortal minds, a breathtaking dominion unfurls, pulsing with the vibrant heartbeat of eternal spring. Verdant canopies of emerald stretch toward a radiant sky, their leaves shimmering as if kissed by starlight. Flowers bloom in dazzling arrays, their petals aglow with ethereal luminescence—crimson roses that pulse like heartbeats, sapphire lilies that hum with celestial melodies, and golden orchids that seem to whisper secrets of the cosmos. The air is thick with the scent of nectar and ozone, a heady blend that invigorates the soul. Creatures, some resembling earthly fauna and others born of cosmic dreams, move through the landscape with graceful purpose. Iridescent deer with antlers of crystal graze alongside serpentine beings that shimmer like liquid moonlight, while winged entities—neither bird nor angel—drift above, their songs weaving a tapestry of harmony.
This is no mortal plane. It is a divine dominion, a celestial tapestry woven beyond the veil of human existence, thrumming with an otherworldly vitality that defies time and decay. Here, the laws of physics bend to the will of the divine, and every blade of grass pulses with the essence of creation itself. The realm exists as a sanctuary for the Supreme God's chosen, a place where the soul fragments of His divine essence may rest between their eternal duties. Yet, for all its splendor, there is an undercurrent of tension, a faint tremor in the air that hints at a darkness lurking beyond the horizon.
At the heart of this paradise lies a vast, mirror-like lake, its surface a flawless reflection of the heavens above. Stars—impossibly bright and vibrant—dance across the water, their light weaving patterns that seem to tell stories of forgotten eons. The lake is unbroken, save for a solitary figure floating at its center, a man of transcendent beauty who appears cradled by the cosmos itself. His long, silken black hair spreads across the water like spilled ink, framing a face of serene perfection. His eyes are closed, their lashes casting delicate shadows on cheeks that glow with a pale, divine radiance. A gentle smile curls his lips, as if he dreams of joys no mortal could comprehend. Clad in a flowing black Hanfu, its intricate patterns evoking the elegance of ancient Chinese dynasties, he is both a relic of forgotten eras and a timeless embodiment of majesty. The fabric ripples softly, embroidered with silver threads that trace constellations and runes, each stitch a testament to his divine origin. His presence is a beacon, his light outshining all else in this luminous realm, a star amid a galaxy of lesser glows.
This is Zulong, the soul of divinity itself, a fragment of the Supreme God's essence tasked with an eternal mission. For countless millennia, he has slumbered here, lost in dreams that weave through the tapestry of creation, unburdened by the cares of the worlds he is sworn to protect. His calm is absolute, his smile unshaken, as if the weight of his purpose has been momentarily forgotten.
But the tranquility shatters with a sudden eruption of light. A golden radiance bursts from Zulong's chest, coalescing into a shimmering entity that hovers above him. It is a System, a construct of divine will, the kind woven into the fabric of fantasy tales—a cheat code for heroes destined for greatness, a guide for those who bear the burden of cosmic duty. Its form is a fluid stream of light and glyphs, pulsing with purpose, its edges flickering like the flames of a distant sun. The glyphs swirl in intricate patterns, each one a fragment of cosmic knowledge, a command etched into the foundation of existence.
"System awakened," it intones, its voice a resonant blend of authority and exasperation, echoing across the lake like a bell struck in a silent cathedral. "Tch. The time has come… for another incarnation."
The System's light flares, casting long shadows across the water as it gazes upon Zulong, still lost in his dreams. His smile persists, a serene defiance of the urgency that radiates from the entity above him. The System's glyphs pulse faster, a rhythmic beat that mirrors its growing frustration.
"You… you lazy bastard!" it snaps, its golden light surging with indignation. "How long will you sleep like some mindless fool? Wake up! It's time for another incarnation. Or do you want him to break free, manifest in flesh, and crush you? If you don't want that, get up, incarnate, and train!"
The words cut through the air, sharp and insistent, but Zulong stirs only slightly, a languid yawn escaping his lips. His smile sours into a scowl, as though the System has yanked him from a cherished dream. He opens his eyes—deep, fathomless pools of obsidian that seem to hold the weight of countless lifetimes—and fixes the System with a look of languid disdain. "What's with the barking?" he mutters, his voice smooth as velvet yet laced with disrespect. "You're yapping like a rabid dog."
"Barking?!" the System retorts, its light pulsing with annoyance, the glyphs swirling in a chaotic dance. "You're the idiot here, lounging while your heart glows like a supernova! It's time for another incarnation. Or do you want the Supreme God to intervene and wipe everything out? Don't forget—your sole purpose is to stop him and maintain the balance of existence!"
Zulong clicks his tongue, irritation flickering across his divine features. He shifts in the water, the ripples spreading outward in perfect, shimmering circles. "Tch. Annoying. Where?" His tone is petulant, but beneath it lies a flicker of resignation, a weary acknowledgment of the duty he cannot escape.
The System pauses, its glyphs slowing as it processes the query. "Creation 1896. My cosmic signals point to Earth, Universe 90876. The humans there are spiraling into corruption. Their negativity—greed, hatred, despair—is surging, feeding his power. If this continues, he'll break free from the Heavenly Divine Prison Realm and unleash chaos. Billions could perish, and his darkness will spread across the cosmos. So move your ass, incarnate, and train. You need to be stronger than ever."
Zulong's expression darkens, a shadow passing over his radiant features. He sits up, water cascading from his Hanfu in shimmering streams, each droplet catching the light like a tiny star. "Tch. Can't he just stay locked up?" he mutters, almost to himself, his voice heavy with the weight of eons. "Why does his influence reach beyond that prison? Why does he grow stronger with every manifestation?" He pauses, his gaze drifting to the horizon, where the sky pulses with a faint, ominous tremor. "How many times have I reincarnated to fight him?"
The System's light steadies, its voice flat but cutting. "167,567. This will be 167,568."
Zulong blinks, caught off guard, a rare crack in his divine composure. "I didn't ask for a number," he says, though the faintest hint of a smirk tugs at his lips, as if amused by his own denial.
"You did," the System snaps, its glyphs flaring briefly. "Now stop stalling. Prepare for incarnation."
Zulong sighs, a sound that carries the weight of countless battles, countless lives lived and lost. He rises fully from the lake, his movements fluid and deliberate, water dripping from his Hanfu as he steps onto the shore. The grass beneath his feet pulses with light, as if welcoming his presence, but his expression remains one of sulky frustration. "Well? You rushed me like the world's ending, and now you're wasting time. Do it already, you useless System."
The System's light surges, its tone biting. "Don't cry, youvisualize this, you insufferable bastard. I'm not some idle fool like you, who'd be useless without me. I'm downloading data on Creation 1896 and its current state. If not for the Supreme God's orders, I'd have scattered your soul to the void ages ago."
Zulong smirks, his voice dripping with mockery as he leans against a crystalline tree, its branches humming softly. "Oh? Do you think you could? You're just one of the Supreme God's countless creations, a tool among infinite others. But me? I'm a fragment of His divine soul. My existence gives you purpose. Without me, no one but the Supreme God Himself could face him."
The System's light pulses with suppressed rage, the air around it crackling with static energy. "Tch. Enough. The download's complete. Prepare yourself."
Zulong straightens, his smirk fading as he closes his eyes. His aura steadies, a calm resolve settling over him like a mantle. The air grows heavy, the realm's vibrant pulse slowing as if holding its breath. The System's voice rings out, clear and commanding: "Ting. Download completed. Sealing the memory and power of the divine soul. Preparing for incarnation… Done."
A radiant orb—Zulong's soul—bursts from his chest, a blinding comet of light that streaks northward across the sky, leaving a trail of shimmering stardust. His body collapses, lifeless, onto the shore, the Hanfu pooling around him like a fallen banner. The brilliant light that once illuminated the lake and its surroundings vanishes, plunging the realm into darkness, as if the very essence of its vitality had been snuffed out.
The lake lies still, its surface no longer reflecting the heavens but mirroring the void above. The flowers dim, their glow fading to a faint ember, and the creatures of the realm retreat into their sanctuaries, their songs silenced. The divine dominion waits, suspended in a breathless pause, for the return of its radiant heart.
Far beyond the realm, in the abyss of the Heavenly Divine Prison Realm, a guttural laugh begins to rise, shaking the foundations of existence. The Void stirs, its countless faces twisting in anticipation, sensing the cycle's renewal. The battle is coming, and with it, the promise of annihilation.