In a distant era, some of the fiercest battles took place. These battles took place on the most impoverished worlds, where scarce resources were available. These battles took place on larger worlds with abundant resources, a concentrated supply of breath from heaven and earth, and advanced martial arts and chi techniques. Neither the strength of numbers nor the presence of a supreme expert provided any safety. The first recorded record was in the Primordial Era.

And among those experts, they fought for glory, fame, and supremacy. Familiar bonds were luxuries most cultivators didn't have. Their sects, clans, or factions were what they relied on to survive and grow stronger. When cultivators fought for supremacy, the aftermath would be that millions would die, worlds would collapse, and empires would be erased from that history.

It has always been about digging out the roots. So no clan, no sect, or cultivators with any significant lineage could make a comeback and seek revenge. Either you or the power behind you was strong enough to submit to the circumstances or be erased from the annals of history.

In the long history of the Primordial Era, records indicate there were several clans, factions, and sects like the Nine Stars Fragmentary Palace, the Sect of Three Heavens, or the Way of Nine Power that could stand against the times.

A very well-known cultivator of the Primordial Era made it to the top of the cultivator world, or whatever it may seem like. This cultivator called it the Realm of the Maker. The gap in power and abilities was too crazy to wrap one's thoughts around the idea.

However, that same cultivator alone made it there, and there was no such thing as benevolence in his heart. Because being benevolent to him meant listening to what I said, you might have lived a little bit longer. This, in essence, was the cultivation world in the Primordial Era. It was a world where competition was fierce. The fittest weren't always the smartest or strongest.

At the end of the Primordial Era, something incredible happened in the Palace of the Maker that would change the 3000 worlds. 

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The scene took place in the Palace of the Maker. The figure, clad in all white, had rusty gold trim laced around it. His eyes were bright as the sun, and his skin was as tan as bronze. The height was 8 feet, and looking at this person, their body weighed close to 600 pounds. However, there was not an ounce of fat on this figure.

The room was simple. Pillars of gold, black, white, and crimson were scattered in this room, almost like a formation array. This person was sitting on a very lavish throne with designs that looked complex, with different array symbols and formation arrays.

A slow clap echoes through this massive room. A small child appeared to be approaching the throne slowly. A dark lavender robe draped this child. This child had a cheeky grin on the child's face.

"What do you want with me at this time, Fate?"

"I am happy you can tell who I am. Should I call you the Maker, or should I call you by your true name, Little Nine? I think little Six would be happy to know what you did." A cold killing intent shone in the maker's eyes.

"Fate, just because you are stronger and merge with one of the principals of this universe. That doesn't mean you are not unrivaled."

"Maker, I didn't come here to ask for any favor or to test your will to battle. I came here today to tell you of betrayal, and the fallen ones will appear. That is all." Fate smiled even colder than space itself.

In another area that has never been disclosed to anyone. An azure robe, featuring a simple design on the back, drapes over a child. Slowly walk through a pitch-dark area. The ground was pitch black, like ash. You could see small footprints followed by the child to where a giant tree gently swayed back and forth. Beneath this magnificent white tree stood a man dressed entirely in black, his hair as dark as the depths of the abyss and as wild as the most untamed wilderness. The aura this person gave off was like looking at death.

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In another area, what looks like the same child who wore the same drape in azure. The child was walking slowly through the pitch-white area. You could see small footprints followed by the child with a creepy smile on his face. He was staring at a beauty who was sitting under the same tree, but instead of being white, the tree was black. This beauty had all white hair, eyes shone bright like the full moon, and a sense of stainless purity. However, the lady under the tree looked coldly at the area outside it, waiting for something to happen. Having a keen sense of danger was essential to living a long life.

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"It seems like you are well." 

The figure in black responds, "What tricks did you come here today with, Destiny?" 

"Nox, cold as always. At least Sol is…"

"Close your mouth! Don't you dare speak about what you don't know. Just because you are free doesn't mean I can't hurt your core essence. It doesn't mean I can't hurt your core essence." 

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A sly grin appears on Destiny's face.

"Sol, the time is now. Let the play begin." 

"You are definitely a sly one, Destiny. I bet you came here with fate. Didn't you?" 

Destiny smiled with mirth on his childish face. 

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"Oh Nox, when the betrayers and the fall occur..." Life will restart, and the birth of chaos will reign in the 3000 worlds. We welcome the day you or Sol can stand where we stand."

He inhaled deeply. Nox's eyes turn crimson with a serious look on his face. When he saw several figures slowly appear from the shadows.

It seems like the conversations between Sol, Nox, and Destiny happen at a separate time. But that is not the case. This is evident in everything from Fate's conversation with the Creator to the brief conversation Nox and Sol had with Destiny. Everything happens in one single instant. 

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KaaaaaBoooooooooom!!!

Fate turns its head in another direction.

"I see. Well, it looks like Destiny has delivered the other messages to those people." 

"What have you done, Fate!?!" At that moment, the maker senses several presences in certain locations.

"That can't be? How did they find it?"

An even greater killing intent washed over the entire palace.

"Sigh. It is too late, Maker. Those people had already escaped and moved quickly toward the lower realms. It's best for you to make a move other than chasing them. I will take my leave now." A cold and heartless laugh came out of Fate's little childish mouth. A hint of mockery and bloodlust.

Soon, fate and destiny vanished from where they were standing.

The maker rushes out of his palace and scans the area. Looking in one direction, the maker saw nine figures fighting and falling to the lower planes. The maker looks in another direction, seeing a few figures trying to make an escape. 

"Escaping is pointless. You will all die for your transgressions against me."

A wave of immense power swept over all those attempting to flee. Unfortunately, they didn't even know how they died. 

The maker looks in one more direction. The maker detects several figures observing through the voids and shadows. An even stronger killing intent burst out. Shaking everyone to their core.

If they return to the higher planes, they and their loved ones will die and be erased from creation. I won't allow them to reincarnate in this or any other era. So, you can count me vicious!!!" A cold smile hung on the maker's face, full of disdain and mirth.

From that day on, the three major Realms of Heaven—the Human and Abyss Legions—began their long war over the 3000 worlds.

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The scene extends beyond the realm of human sight. Several giant ethereal figures look at the 3000 worlds with a mixture of expressions. 

"Heaven should be happy that things are moving."

A cold, sly smile hung on that ethereal figure's face. The several giant ethereal figures slowly vanished. Only one paused for a second before vanishing as well.