Three commonly known realms. One, mortals. people are called mortals because at some point, they die. Two, Heavens. The place where humans who are assigned to ascend to heaven and become a deity. Which mortal worships. Heavens also take care of the mortal realm making sure nothing goes out of hand. Three, ghosts. As a mortal's life has ended, they become spirts. Mostly they roam around on earth pretending to be a mortal, nor minding their own business in their realm. However, the one realm I doubt you all never heard of. The realm which is addition to these three.
Between the realms of Heaven, the mortal world, and the ghost realm, there existed another realm. It was a land of wisdom and light, but events turned it into a place of death and darkness. a location where the red was the most vibrant. Its kind no longer exists on land. It is a warning to every world in existence.
If a mortal had to utter a single word of its name, may his body burn to ashes; if a ghost had to speak, may all of their limbs vanish; and if a heavenly had to speak, may they be banished from heaven and become a cursed mortal.
What took place in that domain to inflict such devastation? How could the realm act in that event?
Back then, the ghosts that were passing by entered the most wise, trustworthy, and light-filled realm dumbfounded by them, asked to stay there for the time being. One of its kind warmly welcomed them as a faithful citizen. However, because the realm has high standards for everything. As devoted as the ghosts appeared, they weren't. The entire realm was mass killed by them. All smeared with their bloody red color. Every drop of remaining blood had been burned by the filthy ghosts. Not even ashes remained
They had all become extinct, thus there were none left of its kind. BUT, two lores occurred in this realm, resulting in its cursed fate for all beings.
The first legend described the visit of a widely worshiped heavenly deity to the realm. The entire realm served as a destroyed battlefield. Harshly, all filth, filth, and FILTH. Despite his exquisite white clothes, the deity knelt to ground to all the spirits of death that were still present on the realm. hearing their tears and sorrows. He sat there for five millennia without speaking or jerking a muscle. His rage for the ghost continued to grow until it reached five thousand years. He knelt before the souls of the kind, sealed the ghost in their own crimson blood, and let it burn in fire, the god staring at it ruthlessly.
The ghost king took this very seriously. He destroyed his every shrine, temple, and object that even remotely bore his scent. His mere existence was unknown to any mortal...
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As if it ended there...The mortal kingdom was the setting for the second tale. At the time, the spirits of the realm worshiped the god who avenged them. But the land was forthwith cursed by the heavens.
A mortal found the realm fascinating; he was worshipper of General Fu Ying. He learned that a god was quickly revered by a large number of people. His name was not revealed in any literature since no one knew. So, he built a shrine to this unknown god and the realm, with the name of the cursed realm clearly engraved on it. He began worshiping the realm and the mysterious god.
Why did a mortal decide to worship a curse?
He was praying for the return of the realm when he smelled smoke coming from his shrine. In an instant, the temple burst into flames. It was among the largest fires ever recorded! After twelve days and twelve nights, the fire went out. Only ashes remained inside, with no remnants of the mortal alive. No living no dead, only ashes.
When they see such a spectacle, they pledge to General Fu Ying that they will never carry out this crime.
But the mortal who was burnt, his wish was grant in a way you could say;
There was a distinct possibility that possessed the chance of a miracle. A man of the kind w-was..was...was fricking alive!? Have a man from the two slits of the crimson flower really alive. That's insane!