At the dawn of time, when the heavens had only just been divided from the earth, life was bestowed upon every creature across the Four Realms — Heaven, Earth, Spirit, and Demon. This life was born of two forces: Purity, which gave order and harmony, and Impurity, which stirred desire and discord. Together they formed the balance upon which existence rested.
But balance is never eternal. From the depths of this union stirred Chaos, a force without shape or law, seeking not to govern but to unravel. Chaos desired nothing more than the ruin of all realms.
It was then that the immortals of the Heavenly Realm, unwilling to see creation undone, sacrificed their own strength. In a great war whose echoes were said to have cracked mountains and boiled seas, they bound Chaos within the abyss of Guixu, sealing it away with their lives. Peace returned, though it was a fragile peace.
Unseen by gods or mortals, the Sacred Tree of Dongqui, an ancient tree rooted deeper than memory, had fed upon the very essence of Chaos. Within its veins pulsed a corrupted vitality, and from this nourishment bloomed a twin flower unlike any other. This flower, unlike the life born of Purity or Impurity alone, could draw upon both. It became not only a marvel but also a threat — for it was destined as the key to Guixu, capable of unsealing what the immortals had buried.
Fearing calamity, the Four Realms set aside their quarrels and united in a rare accord. Together they descended upon Dongqui, and with fire and blade, tore the Sacred Tree from the earth until nothing remained but ash and cinders. The flower was thought destroyed.
Yet life is stubborn. Though its body perished, the spiritual essence of the twin flower endured, hidden in silence as the ages turned.
Ten thousand years passed. Dynasties rose and fell, emperors claimed their thrones and lost them, and the memory of Dongqui faded into myth. Yet the essence, biding its time, sought a vessel through which to live again. At last, it found its way into the bloodline of a mortal sovereign. Thus, in the house of a great Empress of the Human Realm, the flower was reborn — not as a blossom, but as flesh and spirit, clothed in the form of her descendants.