Chapter 3: Chapter 2: Awakening
Wings outspread, a majestic grace,
A heart once pure, now a darker space.
Eyes aflame with anger's fire,
Burning with a vengeful desire.
...
In a realm of profound darkness, saturated with concentrated Genesis Qi, four enigmatic figures, bathed in a crimson radiance, sat in a lotus position, deeply engrossed in meditation.
Their aura mirrored that of the 3 Prime Sovereigns of the Omega Shrine, unmistakably identifying them as four of the seven Prime Saints of the Saint Race.
These Prime Saints, with closed eyes, channeled formidable Saint Qi into a blood-red altar, refining it within a mysterious artifact.
The harmony in their Qi infusion persisted for hundreds of thousands of years, creating an altar emanating the purest Saint Qi in Heaven's Genesis World.
The quality surpassed that achievable by a Triple Lotus Saint refining for millennia. Millions of strands of this unparalleled Saint Qi filled the altar.
However, this ceaseless devotion came at a cost.
The exhaustive process had caused one of the Prime Saints to teeter on the brink of regression to a Double Lotus Saint, a stark reminder of the arduous task.
Yet, their unwavering commitment persisted, all for the awakening of their God.
The imminent awakening and restoration of power to the Saint God would usher in a world-shaking display of the Saint Race's formidable might.
Abruptly, a colossal portal materialized, signaling the arrival of three more figures exuding the aura of Triple Lotus Saints.
These were the remaining three Prime Saints, bringing grave news.
"One of grave concern has arisen," declared one of the three Prime Saints.
A disturbance had occurred over the past century, originating from Guyuan Heaven.
The trio, tasked with guarding the 5 Lower Heavens Prime Sovereigns,
Centuries had passed without conflict between the 5 Lower Heavens and the Sacred Race.
This uneasy peace persisted because both sides hesitated to ignite another world-ending war until they deemed themselves fully prepared.
However, this delicate balance shattered when the three Prime Saints detected a faint presence, disrupting the prevailing stasis.
The trio had detected an ominous presence, initially dismissed due to complacency.\
The source of the disturbance lay in Guyuan Heaven, a place inaccessible without the sacred artifact bestowed by the Saint God himself.
The responsibility of hosting battles among the Five Heavens in Guyuan Heaven fell upon them.
Initially, they dismissed the anomaly, deeming it unworthy of triggering the artifact.
The mysteries and undiscovered wonders of Guyuan Heaven seemed too vast to justify its use.
However, as time passed, the faint presence persisted, growing fainter with each passing moment.
The complacency born from their perceived supremacy over the Five Lower Heavens led them to a fateful decision—using the artifact to peer into Guyuan Heaven.
Their faces turned ashen as they opened a small rift, greeted by a suffocating pressure akin to the colossal claws of a wrathful dragon descending upon them.
The pressure, agitated by their mere presence, tormented them, forcing a swift retreat to prevent further harm.
Suddenly, a potent soul attack struck, leaving the three weakened and gasping for air.
Amidst their fear, a chilling realization set in—the familiar pressure was more than just a distant memory; it was a haunting specter they couldn't easily forget.
The undeniable truth struck them like a bolt of lightning—it was, without a doubt, the presence of the Ancestral Dragon God!
As the three relayed this revelation to the other four Prime Saints, shock and disbelief rippled through the group.
This momentary lapse in composure caused a brief disruption in their control over Saint Qi.
The possibility of the Ancestral Dragon God's return defied logic, challenging their understanding of its supposed death from the world.
Speculations arose, suggesting that it could be a fragment of consciousness left behind.
However, the overwhelming purity of the power indicated otherwise.
The Ancestral Dragon, in its transformation, had dispersed into myriad living forms, leaving behind special energies that mimicked but did not embody the essence of the Ancestral Dragon God.
These remnants were, at most, fragments of consciousness left in its wake.
However, this time proved different.
Despite the fact that a Triple Lotus Saint Expert paled in comparison to a God Realm powerhouse, they could typically shield themselves from artifacts or elements approaching the threshold of Godhood, albeit with minor injuries.
Triple Lotus Saints, while vulnerable to Gods, could still resist as long as they didn't fully attain God's level.
Yet, against the mysterious attack triggered by the Ancestral Dragon God's lingering presence, they found themselves defenseless.
Instantly wounded upon detection, the Prime Saints were left in shock, harboring growing concerns about the ominous events that might unfold in the future.
Truly an unprecedented and unsettling turn of events!
The Prime Saints grappled with the unnerving reality that the Ancestral Dragon God might indeed be back.
Recognizing the urgency, the imperative to swiftly recover compelled the three Prime Saints to enter seclusion and restore themselves to full strength.
Their absence, however, left the Saint Race's four Heavens unguarded, a vulnerability that demanded attention.
The other four Prime Saints, realizing the pressing need, resumed their duty of supplying constant energy to the awakening God.
The threat of the slave race's three Prime Sovereigns seizing the opportunity for an attack loomed, urging the Prime Saints to hasten their actions.
With determined nods, the injured Prime Saints opened a portal, vanishing into seclusion to expedite their healing process.
While the four Prime Saints pondered their next course of action, an unexpected event transpired.
Before they could reestablish the previous level of harmony, a disconcerting event unfolded—the altar quivered, casting a sinister dark red light.
Apprehension seized the four Prime Saints initially, but soon a sense of reassurance washed over them.
A knowing grin crept onto their faces; this spectacle was not unfamiliar to them.
They had witnessed this scene before.
The altar trembled, emitting a dark red light—an unmistakable sign of the Saint God's stirring.
A humanoid figure, cloaked in a crimson-red aura, materialized, and the four Prime Saints bowed in reverence.
The Saint God's voice echoed across the void, declaring a cryptic message
"Death... to... Mortal Zhou Yu—-"
The sentence hung unfinished, leaving the Prime Saints puzzled about their enemy.
An enemy that their God himself issued a kill order.
But one thing is for certain.
Their resolution echoed with a dark undertone as they vowed to hunt down those who bore the surname of Zhou.
...
Years passed, and far from the Saint Race-controlled heavens.
A young man named Zhou Yuan, accompanied by a formidable canine-looking companion, embarked on a journey.
Beside him walked a woman skin pure as jade named Yao Yao.
"We're leaving, Zhou Yuan," the woman stated with irritation.
Zhou Yuan, a young man, shot an annoyed glance at the girl but eventually yielded.
"Fine... Let's go, Big Sis Yao Yao," Zhou Yuan conceded.
Every step they took seemed like a preordained fate, etched in stone.
But...
Was it truly predetermined?
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