On a cliff, hundreds upon hundreds of disciples huddled together. Many were injured, some on the cusp of death. Others stood on guard, tending to them.

No matter what factions they belonged to, or what grudges they had prior, none of it mattered now. The Young Heroes Meet had made fools of them all.

Even great talents on the verge of achieving immortality found themselves powerless when the oppressive aura of a devil manifested on this planet.

Wei, the eminent hallmaster of Mystic Ascent Hall sat on a boulder guarding these young disciples. Alongside him were a group of celestial soldiers sent from the Heavenly Court, as well as certain elders within the alliance.

He ignored what went on behind him, that being the fall of a titanic devil who had just been beheaded. That wasn't all, rays of light stemming from the five planets pierced its hide while it was constricted by a massive serpent immortal.

"Rot in the eighteen hells. Perhaps that'll deter you from seeking the Devilish Dao," the serpent immortal spat.

Above the planet, a flurry of colours was the only sign that a war was taking place. For three whole days, it had occurred. Endless fighting between the foremost experts Wei trained under, and the gods who ruled the universe.

The devil had appeared not long after that war started. It had immediately begun its rampage. That was also when Wei came out of hiding to make a stand.

"I'm sorry master," he muttered.

"You did the right thing." The young immortal heard the same voice that haunted him for thousands of years. Beyond his control, his heart constricted in fear.

Wei came from a prominent cultivation clan in the Stone Stage chiliocosm. They ruled two planets before their meteoric rise.

Back then, his ancestor was a small Profound Immortal clerk in the Heavenly Court. Somehow, he excavated an ancient devil corpse and unearthed a cultivation technique that broke all bottlenecks.

Hiding it from his superiors, he retired to the lower realm, the trichilicosm. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to convert to devil hood. But he did use much of that technique's principles to devise the new cultivation manual of his clan.

That clan rose into a major power in as little as five hundred years. Pretty soon, the entire great chiliocosm(galaxy) was under their control. The good times had reached their peak when Wei was born.

Naturally, there were sceptical elders within his clan who opposed that ancestor. But they were either silenced, or converted. Wei's bloodline kept a tight control, and regulated their family members tyrannically.

Then,'they' came.

"We understand the hurt of betraying one's own master all too well," his greatest nightmare said in the same authoritative way as back then.

"We sympathize in the same vein was our gratitude. Order among immortals must be maintained. The Three Realms is thankful for your righteous deed," Haotian said.

"I…I thank you, your majesty," Wei choked out. Haotian patted his shoulder wearing a kind smile.

"Immortal cultivators, no matter what discipline they originate from. Daoism, Buddhism, demon, devil, are all fundamentally extremists. That is why, it is imperative that they be restrained. Without laws, without order, what are they but beasts endlessly destroying everything just for the tiny clue of ascension?" Haotian explained in the same way he spoke to the young way thousands of years ago.

"Absolute chaos," Wei replied. "Seeking the Dao without restraint creates individuals willing to use any methods, no matter how heinous. Celestial order must be upheld. I abandoned my surname because of what your majesty taught me."

"Hm. We should congratulate you on your enthronement as hallmaster. But we know you must tend to your juniors. Know that a position in heaven is unoccupied little friend." Haotian bid him farewell afterwards.

At the same time, a second 'Wei' flew down holding a bloody cudgel. Familair Dao essence leaked off the weapon, making Wei feel nauseous.

"Old bugger wouldn't stop running," 'Wei' said in a high pitched voice. "It's done now. Your men are cleaning up the stragglers. Though whether they're successful or not, I wouldn't know."

"There's only so many places to hide anyway." Haotian shrugged, ascending to leave with 'Wei'.

"The heavens are just because the emperor is just next door," Wei sighed. "You all should listen. Today the Heavenly Court showed genuine mercy.

"There are many supreme being presiding over the heavens. Department heads, enforcement gods, constellation gods. Even those experts up there are the top of the iceberg."

He glanced at his attentive juniors. "Our seniors colluded with the Heart Devil and used this planet as a ritual ground to summon that thing. Do not grieve for them."

…

Haotian and 'Wei' stood atop a cloud above the dying devil. The latter gave the Jade Emperor a dissatisfied glare.

"His kill count didn't number more than a hundred. He failed to harm anyone important in the end," Haotian said indifferently.

"No no, I'm just pondering your hypocrisy you old coot," 'Wei' sneered. He rested his cudgel on his shoulders, facing away from the Jade Emperor.

Haotian didn't seem offended. "If order is to be preserved, certain sacrifices must be undertaken. The court's prestige must not be damaged.

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"And how long will you wear little friend Wei's face?"

"Hahaha, old Sun here always hated that about you. You hate devils, but you're more then willing to let them cause harm. Just as long as it gives you an excuse to target others."

'Wei' patted his chest, undoing his transformation in the process. "I guess I could understand. Daoism leaders colluding with devils to free the Heart Demon through sacrificial ritual is a good headline."

"Thank you for your help today," Haotian said, completely ignoring the mockery. "Truly, I appreciate it. You were not obliged at all."

The monkey in armour standing beside the heavenly god hummed. For all his mockery, he could tell Haotian was being genuine with his gratitude. It's what angered him about the man in the first place.

Why couldn't he simply be an unrepentantly evil asshole?

"Oh, and stop using my species as an insult," the monkey, Great Sage Equalling Heaven reminded him. To make the threat clear, he pointed his bloody cudgel at him.

"Cultural habits are hard to remove," Haotian sighed. "What 'he' did, didn't make it easy. But we shall keep it in mind."

"I won't loiter around then, but remember your promise. Flower Fruit mountain will have its pound of flesh," Sun Wukong placed his weapon back in his ear and waved goodbye. Quite a disrespectful way of leaving the Jade Emperor.

"Goes without saying, I'd love nothing more then the same. But unfortunately , the time is not ripe." Haotian didn't bother seeing him off.

"Before I forget, what was up with you today? With your strength, you don't need that much effort to deal with that sword saint. What's up with you?" He awaited a reply that never came.

"Bah, none of my business. Let's see if the old pig wants a drink."

Haotian waited several minutes. Making sure the monkey was completely out of sight. Then he finally stepped off the cloud to join his men who had finally killed the devil.

"Snake general, report back to Zhenwu. And you lot, restore the damaged vitality of this planet."

"Yes your majesty!"

…

Han Ming was born on a little planet named Blue Star, inside a country called Huaxia. There he grew up in a normal family, ultimately pursuing a career in game design. What he never expected, was to die in a car crash.

Furthermore, he never expected to transmigrate to a fantastical cultivation world where immortals ruled the heavens and the earths. For the first ten years of his life, he was a lowly servant disciple of a small sect. Yet as time went on, he finally unlocked his salvation.

The 'Child of Destiny System.'

A cheat allowing him to choose a destiny, pursue that destiny, and gain immense rewards. Han Ming, understanding the power he's been given, used the system to cultivate in secret.

Avoiding the gazes of his disciples by never fighting. Avoiding the gazes of his elders by never adventuring out. Avoiding the gazes of the world by never participating in events. Han Ming stayed lowkey, refusing to leave his cave.

Not even when his sect was on the verge of death. Not even as his Dao companion was kidnapped and abused. Not even as his few friends lost their lives out in the world.

"Cultivation is the only thing that matters. Ultimately, my life is the most important. The cultivation world is insanely dangerous with hungry wolves waiting in every corner. Why would I ever go outside?"

Han Ming never forgot that mottle. And year by year, he surpassed all his fellows.

Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, God Formation, Void Refinement, Crossing Tribulation, Mahayana, Immortal Ascension.

He trained disciples, attended Dao lectures, tended to his gardens. Yet he never interfered outside his lawn. In the mind of others, he projected an otherworldly example. Someone who cared only for cultivation.

"Why? To live forever of course. If you're smart, you will learn soon enough."

Every milestone he crossed, he obtained greater rewards. His destiny rose further, and with it came divine protection. His would be enemies always seemed to trip over themselves before they reached him.

And when they did, no matter how powerful they were, they would always be one shot territory for Han Ming.

And even if the prospective enemy was stronger then Han Ming, they would grow weaker as they neared. This was because of the most powerful treasure his system granted him, the Book of Misfortune.

Each uses drains a minor part of his lifespan. But enough users can cause heart demons on his opponent, causing their cultivation to rapidly plummet.

Thus, in two thousand years, he surpassed the mortal realms. In the immortal realm, he moved about the same way. A profound expert people would only praise as whole heartedly devoted to cultivation. Yet never showing himself even in the most dire of times.

His sect was destroyed and rebuilt thousands of times as he sat in his small patch of land in indifference. His disciples, and the wider sect, and even foreign organizations continued to praise him as a true cultivator.

He even found his old birthplace again. There, in an act of goodwill, he used his awesome power to remove every opponent suppressing Huaxia country.

Eagle Country was razed. Sakura country was enslaved. Bear country fell to irrelevance. Cow country became a vassal state. And the federation broke apart to lick Huaxia country's boots.

Human Immortal, Earth Immortal, Sky Immortal, Immortal Lord, Immortal King, Immortal Emperor, Immortal Ancestor.

He surpassed all these realms again. Every time he encountered a bottleneck or tribulation, his system granted him just what he needed to break through. As a result, he seemingly had no bottlenecks.

In the end, at the peak of 10th stage Immortal Ancestor, at the age of thirty five thousand, he refined the quintessence of his Chaos World, and broke past the final barrier. Of course, everyone died, but Han Ming could always revive them in the world he would create afterword.

In the Chaos Sea, he continued to be revered. Eventually, even gained the title of Dao Ancestor. There, he renamed his domain, the True Zenith realm.

And as his people had no name for any cultivation beyond Immortal Ancestor, he opened up new realms with aid from his system.

Supreme, Venerable, Paragon, Dao Immortal, Allheaven Dao Immortal. Primordial Source, Dao Creator.

At the summit of Primordial Source, he suppressed all species living outside True Zenith realm. He also termed the world outside in a more suitable name for himself. The Expanse.

Sixty Quintillion years passed. Forty nine of his disciples ascended to the Dao Creator realm, each attempting to take his place as Dao Creator. As accordance to his theory, there could only be one strongest.

The Dao was fifty, heaven was forty nine. The last one would be the most supreme existence. Everyone wanted that position, and even he will kill those he raised.

Another sixty quintillion years later, per coincidence, he saw the a powerful being travelling through the Expanse. Nothing compared to himself, but it did confirm a faction that dissatisfied him.

An image similar to the 'god,' the Eagle country of his former life worshiped. A foreign lord from the west who commanded legions of angels. Thanking his foreknowledge, he immediately went to work.

He didn't fear this god of course. He was already at the highest realm possible, and lived through numerous universes dying. He commanded all existence as the utmost supreme, being addressed as God in the same breath as Dao Ancestor.

But he was always cautious, even if his enemy was weaker then him by an order of magnitude. He had to make sure any enemy could be dispatched with a swipe of his finger before he met them. As his cultivation was already at the highest possible, he brought out his book.

Time and again, he utilised it. He inscribed the name of the western god and all his names angels. Being formerly a human from Huaxia country, he memorised them all. And each attempt, he knew he was giving those beings misfortune.

It was only a matter of time before his system informed him of them developing heart demons and plummeting their cultivation.

And so…

The True Zenith realm began waging an active war against the angels. Millions upon millions, billions upon billions. Angels and the immortal cultivator fought, steadily losing ground.

The Dao Ancestor, God of cultivation sat in seclusion in the same little patch of land from the very first sect he joined, continuing to grant misfortune to his enemies. It was not enough, not until they personally arrive would he act. Until then, it was the responsibility of his students.

…

"HERETICAL. SIGNAL. TRACED. SUCCESSFULLY."

"HERETICAL. PRACTITIONERS. POSSESSES. A. POWERFUL. ARMY."

Luminous light emitted through a realm of light and fire. Holy songs echoed out, enveloping both a paradise city, and a paradise garden.

Endless streams of winged angels flapped about, bringing endless joy to blissful souls. Universes upon universes stacked below the clouds, each living a paradise unbothered by the filth named cultivation.

"HERETICAL."

"HERETICAL."

"HERETICAL."

An enormous entity of light that was both infinite and boundless. An existence eclipsing all things, was one with all things, created all things, ended all things, coexisted with all things, merely listened to those angels wrapped in wings and spewing fire.

No word would be spoken. But the intent would always be communicated. Children listened to their father. Children sing in the holiness of salvation.

"MISSION UNDERTAKEN."

"GREAT. ARCHANGELS. NEEDED."

"ENTITY. SURPASSING. THE. THIRD SPHERE."

"DOES. NOT. MATTER."

"BURN. BURN. BURN."

"GREAT. SAINT. GREAT. SAINT. GREAT. SAINT."

"SLAYER. OF. DRAGON. SPEAR. WIELDER. BURNING. ONE."

"CAST. IT. DOWN. CAST. IT. DOWN. CAST. IT. DOWN."

The choir of the highest order. Eternal, brilliant, blissful, beautiful, burning. The song they sang never ceased. Not even as they discussed what actions to take.

And the being of pure light enveloping them all in its love opened its eyes.

[My child/my soul/my creation/my flesh/my path/my sword/my tool/my love]

It could not be understood with words. Even the burning ones struggled to comprehend its speech. Each apologised for their impurity. Each continued to sing their fiery song.

The head of the choir slowly rose from his kin. His face shrouded by divine white wings. His form enveloped by both light and fire. His spear forever pointed at his father's enemies.

[Defeat/annihilate/absorb/purify/save/restore/natural]

[The enemy/lost lamb/ignorant/thief/food/unworthy/sinner/filth/criminal/murderer/innocent/unclean/potential/energy]

The message was clear. The warrior saint was called. The firstborn son heard, and obeyed. For the first time in a long time, the song quieted.

From the hall of the seven heavens, Michael the Archangel emerged to take the lead. An invincible army of his kin flew forth to join him.

For the sake of their brothers and sisters fighting against an insurmountable foe in the Chaos Sea. In order to purify the ignorant ones. The head of the seraphim answered.

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