In the serene confines of the valley, the ancient Iyieh book spoke, its words resonating with an eerie clarity. Aurelian and his companions stood in rapt attention, each syllable etching itself into the fabric of their souls.
"No one is to be reincarnated in this realm except the chosen," the old man declared, his voice carrying the weight of centuries.
"The chosen," Aurelian echoed, his gaze locked with the old man's, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Even Raven, standing silently at the fringes, recognized the significance of those words.
"He's nothing but an evil cultivator," the old man spat, his disdain palpable as he eyed Aurelian.
"Please, calm yourself. He's not what you think," Saraphim interjected weakly, her voice betraying the toll her failing health was taking on her.
"Old one, perhaps you should—" Raven began, but the old man cut him off with a dismissive wave.
"I know you, Raven. A trickster, a charlatan. You've fooled many elders with your silver tongue," the old man accused, his eyes boring into Raven's soul.
Raven met the old man's gaze without flinching, his resolve unshaken. "Yes, I've navigated many realms, seeking connections for protection and love. But being a trickster doesn't make me evil," he countered, his voice steady despite the weight of the accusation.
A heavy silence settled over the valley as the old man turned away, his thoughts veering toward ancient tomes and forgotten prophecies.
"The ancient Iyieh book, repository of our history and our destiny," the old man intoned, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand lifetimes. "It speaks of a realm where deities and gods reside, a realm so distant and yet so intertwined with our own."
"As the book tells it, our realm was once whole, but a war that lasted three centuries tore us asunder," the old man continued, his words a lament for bygone days. "The death of a deity, if unnatural, triggers a cycle of vengeance, a game played out across the ages.it lead to war which last for centuries so the unattained God interfere into the war, and make reincarnated into forbidden, he gives reincarnated to anyone he wishes into any Realm except the three today magical heavenly realm and he put exceptional; the exceptional is the one who will reincarnated to unite the all realm, this chosen will be reincarnated Into of this heavenly realm and will have an almost equal power with unattained God. which will bring peace on mortal, demon, spirit realm and others"
Aurelian's mind raced with the implications, the weight of the prophecy settling heavily upon him. "Am I the chosen one?" he dared to ask, his voice barely a whisper amidst the solemnity of the moment.
"To declare you as such, you must undergo trials beyond imagination," the old man replied, his eyes locking with Aurelian's. "You must awaken the spiritual ocean, the source of all magic, and prevent its imminent demise. You must harness and destroy the heavenly okohah before it becomes a beacon for chaos.Heavenly Okohah, the celestial wellspring of light and shadow, serves as the quintessential power source of all magic. With its boundless energy, every spiritual being would be self-sufficient, needing no reliance on external forces."
"But won't destroying okohah only invite further conflict?" Aurelian pressed, his brow furrowed with concern.
"The demons will stop at nothing to claim its power," the old man warned, his voice grave with foreboding. "You must act swiftly, for the fate of our realm hangs in the balance."
Before the old man could offer further counsel, Saraphim collapsed, her body wracked with the strain of her powers. Panic seized the group as they rushed to her side, their hearts heavy with the knowledge that their journey had only just begun.