When one looked at Lynoria, one found the center of all things.

Sun Wukong, he who split the Heavens, well he who split the Imperium into the Heavens and the Hells.

Then the Tome, the recorder of all knowledge, both physical and not. It was the divisor between order and chaos. It contained everything from the diaries of unknown mortal children to cultivation methods of God-Imperiums.

But the All Blade was the one that most people didn't understand. Everyone understood the relative axis of Heaven and Hell, as well as the axis of Chaos and Order.

But a sword? What was a sword in the middle of?

This has been the debate of many scholars for too much time to write. They wondered and thought for eons. Some thought it was the middle of the axis of life and death. Others thought it was the center of tools, something that could kill and cut, but could also be used for cooking and cutting down trees.

Some considered it to be just a weapon. A God-Imperium level tool that stood to guard Lynoria at all times.

But they were all wrong.

The All Blade sat there, in the middle of an axis few really knew. It kept itself still on the thin line of things.

It wasn't a sword. Well, it wasn't just a sword. It was a cutting implement. It was a sharp thing and all sharp things cut.

Wukong divided the Heavens and Hells, the Tome divided Chaos from the Law Lands, and it took care of everything else.

Someone held it in the darkness. Not a God-Imperium and not even a God-King but a fifteenth rank old man, carrying the sheathed blade upon a white cloth. Some would look at the man with fear, assuming he was the master and thinking he had tamed or been chosen by the blade to be its wielder.

And they would be right, in a way. The Blade had chosen him not to be its wielder but its carrier.

The man was a living table. A man made tool for the tool made man.

Well, not man exactly, but something. Something thinking, something living, something cutting.

Wukong took the sword out of the man's hands and gave it a light swing.

The sword howled with indignation, but Wukong ignored it.

"Wake up, wake up, you've been sleeping too long."

I have not been sleeping, you arrogant ape! The Blade yelled. It wasn't using a voice, not in the traditional sense.

It wasn't really using words either, only aura, intentions communicated directly with qi.

But if it were using a voice, it would sound large and burly and powerful.

Wukong unsheathed the sword and studied.

"You seem asleep to me," the monkey replied.

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I am not.

Well, yes, not entirely, but most of you is inactive. The Tome noted.

Most of me is busy.

"Busy sleeping," Wukong muttered.

Busy cutting through the middle of every other measurable axis in all of existence.

And that was what the All Blade did. It cut. If Wukong divided the Heavens and Hells and the Tome Divided order and chaos, then the All Blade cut everything else.

Lynoria was the center point of existence, the center of all things. But what did that mean? What could it mean? It was the halfway point of reality, the middle between two extremes, and two of those axes. But what about all the other things?

Things like light and darkness, things like water and fire, axis that were less commonly known but still extreme opposites of each other.

You could navigate the multiverse using those axes. But only the major two, the Heaven/Hell axis and the Order/Chaos axis contained the entirety of the multiverse.

Every other axis lacked at least one or two parts. Not everything had fire or water, and not everything had light or darkness. But every realm had some degree of measurable morality, even if it was neutral. And every realm had some degree of order. It was in the very definition of a realm.

And the All Blade was a thing of cutting, a thing of division and slicing strength.

And in that cut, in all of those cuts across the many axes, it placed Lynoria.

It was a celestial anchor point pinned to the center of existence.

"Any shifts?" Wukong asked the Blade.

Some, though not direct. Small changes keep us at the center of things, though.

If you asked anyone to describe the multiverse for you, they would start with an analogy of metaphysical metaphors thrown in with a hefty amount of theories.

But to the Blade, it was all just an ocean. An infinite ocean, and an infinite amount of oceans, but all of them were made out of the same little drops, just arranged in varying positions. Lynoria was a single drop. The Blade kept track of all of those oceans and created a small little cut in their center. Then it dragged Lynoria there, plopping it there and keeping it still.

It was a bit of cheating, though. Lynoria wasn't a half-fire half half-water mixture of elements, nor was it a perfectly half mixture of light and dark, so technically, it shouldn't have been there.

But with the All Blade's cut and the help of the Tome, it all fit. The Tome manufactured realms. If it needed a realm that was directly in the middle of the axis of light and darkness, it would make a realm, a single realm that would fit the criteria. Then, that realm would be shifted to face the entry point for that specific axis, and each realm would be like a door, a signal to let anyone on that axis know that Lynoria was there.

And as a nature of these various axes and infinite seas, you could see the droplets.

Or a better shift of metaphors would be to turn the drops into stars and see each ocean as a sky.

A God-Imperium controlled their realm, affected to an unbearable degree. It was a part of them the same way hair was a part of a man. Any decision they made would be reflected onto it. It would shift and change.

It was why that boy had escaped Tai Jey, Wukong thought. An injured man meant an injured realm, and the boy hadn't stolen the child. No, it had been taken under the hands of one of Tai Jey's descendants.

The Divine Beast Emporium, for example, while still standing where it was on the Heaven/Hell axis and the Order/Chaos axes, had shifted slightly in some others.

This was, of course, proof of something.

The Tome had stated it, and even Wukong hadn't quite believed him at first, but this proved it.

It was movement they were looking for and it would have been better if they found it. But they didn't.

Reasonably speaking, if a man sided with the Hells, then he should have shifted closer to the Hells. His realm should have gone down to the Hells. He would change, and it would change with him.

If it didn't, that meant one of two things.

One was that the realm was no longer under the control of Tai Jey, but how could that happen? Tai Jey was the Tamer, it was in his nature to control. He wouldn't give up his realm to anyone unless they fought and took it from him.

The second option was the certain one.

And that meant that Tai Jey hadn't sided with the Hells or the Heavens.

Axes didn't come to be out of nowhere. They were a view of realms, an understanding of the conceptual sense. A division of nature. The sky was up, and the earth was below. The Clouds of Fate and the Sea of Death, natural opposites.

To not shift on that axis meant that Tai Jey is not supported by someone from just the Hells or just the Heavens. It meant that he had the support of both.

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