Ziwei stepped beyond the towering gates of the Amethyst Celestial Palace—an eternal sanctum forged from divine crystal and woven with threads of living starlight.
Beneath his feet, the Purple Star pulsed with silent majesty. Veins of violet qi snaked through mountain peaks and rivers, twisting skyward like celestial serpents. Above, clouds swirled in royal purple, coiling like ancient dragons. Every leaf shimmered with the light of distant constellations. The very air trembled beneath the weight of Imperial Destiny.
This was a realm untouched by decay or defiance.
Purple—the color of kingship, the mark of Heaven's Seal, the sacred hue of the Heavenly Mandate.
And yet, Ziwei's golden eyes dimmed with quiet sorrow.
"Too much majesty... too little life."
He pressed his palm against the bark of a star-forged tree. It was smooth, glowing softly—but cold. No breeze stirred its leaves. No insect crawled beneath its roots. Only silence. Endless, endless silence.
"This palace is my cradle… but not my kingdom. What world did my Father truly create beyond these walls?"
With that question burning in his heart, Ziwei turned his back to the palace—and to Heaven itself.
He rose, drifting upward into the boundless stars.
For the first time, the Purple Star was left behind.
Beyond the outer ether, reality warped and twisted. Gravity lost its grip. Light bent strangely. The cosmos quieted, until even the song of starlight fell silent.
Then—a vibration.
A pulse.
A breath, born from beyond the firmament.
Ziwei lifted his gaze.
Suspended in the void, hanging like a jewel upon the edge of the heavens, hovered an ancient bell.
Not a mere treasure.
The Axis of Reality itself.
Its vast bronze body was etched with runes and images not carved with tools, but born from truth—time's river, the dance of stars, celestial beasts, the primal rhythm of law itself.
Each rune pulsed with the heartbeat of the cosmos.
Each engraving breathed with primordial law.
Yet still—the bell sang.
Ziwei's blood stirred.
"So it answers. My bloodline calls to it."
This was the Chaos Bell—a fragment of the Dao, a shard of the original Supreme Axe wielded by Pangu when he split apart the chaos to birth creation.
The Three Fragments of the Chaos Supreme Axe
When the world was young and Chaos reigned, Pangu's Supreme Axe cleaved reality itself.
But the axe shattered.
Its fragments became the highest treasures of the cosmos—Primordial Innate Supreme Treasures—each bound by fifty cosmic restrictions, sealing incomprehensible power and law within.
Chaos Bell (混沌钟)
Grade: Primordial Innate Supreme Treasure
Restrictions: 50
Power: Commands time, rhythm, and cosmic balance—capable of crushing dimensions or halting time itself.
Role: Pillar of the heavens. Remove it, and creation collapses.
Pangu Banner (盘古幡)
Grade: Primordial Innate Supreme Treasure
Power: Cuts through illusion, karma, and deceit, revealing absolute truth.
Origin: The edge of Pangu's shattered axe.
Taiji Diagram (太极图)
Grade: Primordial Innate Supreme Treasure
Power: Governs yin and yang, balance and chaos. Spins the great cosmic wheel of life and death.
These were not mere tools.
They were the very laws of the Dao incarnate.
Treasure Hierarchy of the Cosmos
Each treasure bore innate restrictions—cosmic seals that defined its true power.
But true strength came from the cultivator's realm, which determined how much of that power they could wield.
Quasi-Innate Treasures (1–36 restrictions)
—from mortal to mysterious immortal, ascending through grades of cultivation.
Innate Divine Treasures (37–49 restrictions)
—the domain of Golden Immortals and Saints, wielding great authority over fate and law.
Primordial Innate Supreme Treasures (50 restrictions)
—power equal to the Heavenly Dao itself, reserved for those transcending karma or chosen by fate.
Ziwei hovered before the Chaos Bell, hand outstretched.
The ancient bronze trembled beneath his touch.
Time warped. Stars flickered and faded in the bell's reflected glow. The law of silence rippled across the void.
It recognized him.
Heir of Pangu.
Yet Ziwei hesitated.
Visions surged through his mind—bells tolling. Skies shattering. Worlds unraveling.
"If I claim you now… the heavens will fall. Too soon. Not yet."
He withdrew his hand.
"When the Eighth Era closes… and the Ninth Calamity dawns… I will return. Then I will ring you myself."
The bell answered not with sound, but with silence.
A vow unspoken.
A pact sealed beyond time.
Ziwei turned away.
Memories flickered—fragments of a past life whispered on the winds.
"The Eighth Era… the age of the Ferocious Beast Calamity."
Ferocious beasts that burned everything in their path.
"Shou Zhu—the Ferocious Emperor. Born from Chaos, fueled by hatred and destruction."
To survive, the greatest powers had united—Hongjun, Luohu, Yin Yang, Kongjian, Zulong, Yuan Feng, Lin Zu.
Without unity, nothing would remain.
Ziwei's eyes narrowed.
"They hated my Father… and they will hate me more.
This era devours even gods."
He pushed the memories aside.
His gaze turned to the path ahead.
From his hand, a radiant disk emerged—etched with the constellations of the cosmos, glowing like a newborn galaxy.
The Star Chart—an Innate Supreme Treasure bearing forty-nine cosmic restrictions.
With it, Ziwei could teleport across stars, command star gods, and rewrite fate within the Dao of Stars.
Forged in the heart of the First Sun, born in the Second Era.
"With this… even the stars will kneel."
He activated the chart.
Galaxies spun.
The void curved.
A shimmering path unfolded—leading to the root of all creation.
At the path's end awaited the Nine Celestial Veils—each a divine seal, a forgotten law born of ancient chaos.
To reach the Primordial Land, Ziwei must pass through:
1. Thunder
2. Flame
3. Water
4. Wind
5. Frost
6. Metal
7. Poison
8. Shadow
9. Pure Light
These were not mere elements.
They were laws—chains forged to imprison chaos-born spirits.
Ziwei hovered before the first veil—thunder roaring like dragons beneath.
"Let Shou Zhu reign. Let calamity burn.
I will not kneel.
I will challenge the fate carved in stone.
I will awaken my Father's will.
And I will reshape all law."
And so—
He descended.
Through thunder and poison.
Through shadow and flame.
Toward the pillar that holds the sky.
Toward the mountain where a god still dreams.
Toward the era's end.
Toward war.
Toward destiny.