Earth, 5000 B.C.E!
In this ancient epoch, long before the rise of man and the establishment of what would come to be known as Greek mythology, the gods waged a war of celestial might.
The cosmos itself bore witness to this great battle, a conflict that predated the well-documented sagas of Zeus and his pantheon by millennia.
"The sky itself wept at their strife," the cosmos continued, its voice a murmur across time and space.
Amidst this chaos, Zeus emerged, a figure of unwavering strength and resolve.
His dominion over thunder and lightning made him a beacon of power on the battlefield, his thunderbolt a symbol of divine authority that commanded both fear and respect.
With each throw of his thunderbolt, Zeus carved his legacy into the fabric of the universe.
The weapon, crackling with the raw energy of creation, tore through the heavens, illuminating the darkened sky with flashes of light.
The ground shook with its impacts, evidence to the might of the god who wielded it.
As the battle raged, the Earth beneath them bore the scars of their conflict.
Mountains crumbled, seas roared, and the wind howled with the voices of fallen gods, their echoes a solemn reminder of the price of divine warfare.
Yet, amid the turmoil, there was strategy and cunning.
Zeus, with a mind as sharp as his thunderbolt, orchestrated the movements of the Olympians with precision, turning the tide against their adversaries.
His leadership inspired gods and goddesses alike, binding them in a common purpose against those who would see the world undone.
"The battle that day," the cosmos intoned, "was not just a fight for dominion but a struggle for the very essence of creation itself. It was an evidence to the power of unity and the enduring strength of the cosmic order."
In the aftermath, as the dust settled and the heavens cleared, Zeus stood victorious.
The Earth, forever marked by the conflict, began a slow process of healing under the vigilant gaze of its divine protectors.
From the ashes of this ancient war, a new order emerged, one that would lay the foundations for the Greek mythology known to history.
"This tale," the cosmos concluded, "is but a whisper of the past, a reminder of the enduring legacy of the gods and their impact on the tapestry of existence. Remember it as you walk the path of cultivation, for the lessons of history are the keys to understanding the cosmos."
As the echoes of the great battle faded into the annals of cosmic history, the world known as Earth, now called the White Cloud Star, underwent a transformation of unfathomable scale.
The Qi, the very essence of life and power that flowed through the cosmos, began to thin.
The abundant energy that once saturated the Earth, empowering gods and mortals alike, dwindled as the ages passed.
The deities, those like Zeus who had shaped the destiny of the world through their might and wisdom, found their powers waning as the Qi dissipated.
In a bid to preserve their dominion and their very existence, they were forced to tear apart the fabric of space and ascend to higher realms where Qi flowed abundantly.
Their departure marked the end of an era where gods walked among mortals, leaving behind a world slowly fading into the realm of myth and legend.
For millennia, the Earth continued on this path, its connection to the divine realms severed, the Qi that once nourished it nearly extinct.
Civilizations rose and fell, oblivious to the ancient powers that had once governed their destiny.
Until, in the year 2024 AD, the skies above Olympia thundered once more.
This was no ordinary storm. The heavens themselves seemed to tear open with a deafening *crack*, and from this rift, immortals from another realm descended upon the world.
Their arrival was not a return of the ancient gods to their former glory but an invasion, a merciless assault on the descendants of those who had once worshiped them.
The sky rained blood as these immortals, beings of unimaginable power, tore through the defenses of the mortals.
The clash was catastrophic, a reminder of the battles that had once scarred the Earth.
In this final, desperate strike, Zeus, who had watched over his domain from afar, intervened.
With a sorrow that spanned millennia, he gathered the last of his Qi, channeling it into a thunderbolt of apocalyptic proportions.
The impact was cataclysmic. Zeus, in his ultimate act of sacrifice, unleashed a force so devastating that it obliterated his immortal essence.
But this final strike did more than end the conflict; it rent the very space between worlds, creating a *crack* through which the Qi, long absent from the Earth, began to flow once again.
The aftermath was a world forever changed. The rift created by Zeus's sacrifice became a gateway, a bridge between realms that allowed Qi to grace the Earth once more.
It was a beacon of hope, a promise of a new era where the potential for cultivation, for connection to the divine, was reborn in the heart of every living being.
As the Qi returned, so too did the awareness of the ancient paths of cultivation, knowledge long buried in the ruins of civilizations past.
Humanity stood on the threshold of a new dawn, an age where the legacy of the gods and the pursuit of harmony with the cosmos could once again guide the destiny of the world.
And though the immortals' invasion was thwarted, the rift remained, a permanent scar in the sky, a reminder of the price of power and the enduring struggle between the mortal realm and the divine.
Su Xiaobai, his mind reeling from the revelations and the violent return of Qi to the Earth, ventured to ask the question that now burned within him. "Do multiple realms still exist?" he whispered into the void, his voice carrying the weight of his newfound knowledge and uncertainty.
The cosmos, which had so far narrated the saga of gods and the shifting tides of cosmic energy, fell ominously silent. It was a silence so profound that Su Xiaobai felt as if the very essence of existence had paused in anticipation of what was to come.
Then, with a gravity that seemed to resonate from the dawn of time itself, the cosmos spoke, its voice a whisper that filled the expanse. "See for yourself," it intoned, and with those words, a force unseen and unfathomable took hold of Su Xiaobai's vision.
His eyes, once the color of the mortal realm, turned white as the purest Qi.
The world around him blurred, dissolving into a maelstrom of colors and sensations that defied comprehension.
For a few heartbeats, which felt like an eternity, Su Xiaobai was adrift in the void, unmoored from reality.
And then, clarity returned!