Billions of years ago, before the birth of time, before the first breath of space, the cosmos lay dormant in the abyss of nothingness.
No light. No shadow.
No form. No end.
No life. No death.
Then, from the depths of the Void Abyss, nine divine radiances burst forth—nine primordial flames that tore through
the silence, illuminating the darkness, shaping existence itself.
From these flames emerged the supreme deities, the architects of all that was and all that would ever be.
They were the essence of creation and ruin, the genesis of life and the silence of oblivion.
Their names echoed through eternity:
Xuan. Yao. Ting. Lan. Yuan. Shuo. Ji. Ye. Po.
With their boundless power, chaos swelled and churned, birthing nine indestructible stars—monuments of cosmic law,
the foundation of all things.
Xuanxiao, Yao Yan, Tingyu, Lanming, Yuanmiao, Shuoguang, Jiming, Yecang, Po Yin.
As the stars spun in harmony, the world took shape.
Sun and moon arose, mountains and oceans breathed, and the currents of spirit flowed through the veins of existence.
From the fabric of creation emerged three races—humans, immortals, and demons.
Yet balance is but an illusion, and eternity knows no peace.
Aeons passed, and war erupted.
The heavens trembled as immortals and demons clashed in a tempest of blood and flame, a cataclysm spanning three
thousand years.
At last, the Immortal Realm stood victorious.
The demon race, broken and chained, was cast into the abyss, sealed beneath the nine-star sigil, condemned to a
prison beyond time.
But fate is a circle, and the turning of the stars cannot be halted.
Five hundred years have slipped away like whispers in the wind.
Now, in the infinite void, the gears of destiny grind once more.
Once in ten thousand years, the nine stars align.
When the heavens converge, the seal shall fracture, the demon womb shall awaken, and a cursed child shall be born.
From that birth shall rise a storm, an unrelenting tide of darkness.
And the world, bound by the illusion of peace, shall stand at the precipice of ruin.
The nine gods have vanished.
Immortals watch.
Demons stir.
And mankind remains blind to the storm that gathers beyond the stars.
Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.
Thus, the age of chaos begins anew, and the eternal chronicle of fate shall unfold once more.
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Chuyang moved through the crowded streets, the hum of the electric bike’s tires scraping the pavement, blending with the already bustling rhythm of the city.
Sunlight poured into every corner of the city, warm and scorching, but it couldn''t dispel the gloom in his heart.
Every day, being a delivery driver had become nearly everything in his life—numb, exhausted, and without a sense of future.
"Delivery man, hurry up! Don''t drag it out!"
A voice rushed from the other end of the phone. Chuyang gripped his phone tighter, adjusting the speed of the electric bike in a hurry.
His clothes were soaked in sweat, his face worn with fatigue, yet there was a trace of helplessness in his eyes.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to change; it was that life didn’t give him many choices.
Two years had passed since graduation, and Chuyang still hadn’t found a stable job.
Since that day of graduation, his life had seemed trapped in a vicious cycle: submit resumes, attend interviews, get rejected, then submit more resumes, wait again.
He had told himself countless times that he would go further, that he would live a better life, but reality always clashed with his ideals.
"Today''s delivery tasks are quite full..."
He chuckled bitterly, as though those words could bring him some comfort.
The outside world seemed boundless in its prosperity, but for him, it was nothing but an unreachable horizon.
He stopped the bike, took a deep breath, then continued pedaling.
The city gave him everything with a cold, detached feeling.
Chuyang understood that he was just an insignificant cog in this city, desperately turning, yet never able to escape.
He had once dreamed of standing at the top of the career ladder, doing work he loved, living a free and easy life.
But after graduation, all he could find were temporary jobs, part-time work, and delivery gigs.
Late at night, when everything was quiet, he would lie on his small bed, and waves of helpless bitterness would surge in his heart.
For four years in college, he had embraced endless hope, moving through various courses and social activities, once imagining a bright future after graduation.
However, reality had slapped him hard in the face. He discovered that he had no special skills, not even the qualifications to secure a stable job.
All his dreams and hopes had gradually been destroyed in the face of reality.
Chuyang shook his head, trying to push these complicated thoughts aside.
As a delivery driver, he had grown accustomed to the hardships and difficulties of life.
Every time he received a delivery order, he did his best to meet the customer’s needs, even though deep inside, he knew that he had fallen into a dead-end with no way out.
At this moment, his phone screen lit up, showing a new delivery task.
Chuyang confirmed it, and had to rush to a distant neighborhood.
Watching the countdown to the delivery on his phone, his mood grew heavier.
On the congested streets, Chuyang instinctively accelerated, pushing the electric bike to its limits.
He just wanted to deliver the order quickly, earn today’s living expenses, even though all of this could only get him through another short day.
"Please hurry up and deliver, the time is too tight!"
The customer''s voice came through the phone, making Chuyang’s eardrums vibrate.
The familiar tone of urgency, it seemed every delivery had a customer anxiously waiting, and he, forever the humble deliverer.
Gripping the bike tightly, he nervously checked the map and time on his phone, trying to avoid red lights or traffic jams.
However, the city’s traffic remained uncontrollable.
Ahead was a congested intersection, and the cars behind kept honking their horns, like sharp needles stabbing into his ears. Chuyang’s mood became more agitated.
"Don’t panic, stay steady!"
He muttered to himself, trying to adjust his emotions, reminding himself not to let the external pressures overwhelm him.
Just then, a white sedan suddenly sped up, seemingly unaware of him nearby. It looked like the two vehicles were about to pass each other closely.
Chuyang quickly turned the handlebars, and the electric bike tilted violently. Everything in front of him became blurred.
In his instinctive attempt to brake, a loud screech of tires echoed through the street, followed by a harsh impact that threw him off balance, his body flung aside like a broken ragdoll.
"Bang!" Chuyang’s head hit the ground, and all he could hear was his own heartbeat. His vision blurred, and dizziness swept over him.
He struggled to get up, but his limbs felt numb, and he collapsed onto the cold pavement.
Pain spread through his body, especially in his right wrist, where the sharp pain made him furrow his brows.
"Hey, are you okay?"
A strange voice sounded near his ear. Chuyang weakly lifted his head and saw a middle-aged man in work clothes standing before him, his face filled with concern.
Chuyang furrowed his brow slightly, feeling a wave of dizziness hit him again.
He knew this wasn’t just a simple fall—it was a deep warning.
The pressure of life seemed to crush him all at once, and he realized how hard he had been living, like an ant struggling on the surface of the water, constantly facing the threat of being swallowed.
Despite this, Chuyang still tried to prop himself up, rubbing his eyes, forcing a faint smile at the corner of his mouth: "I’m fine, just a little dizzy."
But in reality, the helplessness and bitterness deep within him had long since made it hard for him to breathe.