Prologue: The Fall of Eternity
The skies burned with the flames of annihilation. Countless realms collided, their shattered fragments spiraling into the void. Spirit beasts the size of mountains roared, their cries shaking the very fabric of existence. Celestial armies, their golden armor gleaming with divine light, clashed against infernal hordes led by demon kings.
At the heart of this cosmic chaos stood Ji Tianhao, his figure like an immovable mountain amidst a storm. His battle aura surged, shaking the heavens and realms alike. Before him loomed the Eternal Abyss, an ancient, formless entity that devoured all creation. Its voice was a chorus of countless worlds, each syllable resonating with the weight of eternity.
> "Ji Tianhao, you have defied the cycle of life and death, broken the chains of fate, and laid waste to the realms. Yet, you are but a fleeting shadow before me. Surrender, and I shall grant you eternal peace."
Tianhao's expression remained calm, a cold smirk tugging at his lips.
> "Peace? The heavens speak of peace, yet offer only submission. You are no different. But know this: I was born to defy."
With a flick of his sleeve, the remnants of countless realms gathered at his command. The power of ancient titans, divine beasts, and immortal sovereigns surged into his body. His blade, forged from the heart of a dying star, split the heavens asunder, sending shockwaves through existence.
Yet, even as the Eternal Abyss wavered, it could not be destroyed. Its boundless darkness surged forward, devouring all in its path.
For the first time in millennia, Ji Tianhao let out a soft sigh.
> "Even at the peak, this path leads only to emptiness. Very well. If victory brings no meaning."
Their relentless sacrifices and ceaseless wars, spanning countless eras and eons, finally bore fruit. After a hundred millennia of unyielding struggle, the united forces of the heavens, gods, and primordial beings achieved the impossible—they defeated Ji Tianhao.
The battle was carved into the annals of history as the Calamity of All Realms. Armies of celestial immortals fell like autumn leaves, their divine essence dissipating into the void. Spirit beasts of legend, once thought immortal, roared their last beneath Tianhao's blade. Even the ancient sovereigns of forgotten epochs, who had long faded into myths, were summoned to join the fray.
For every victory Tianhao claimed, for every realm he shattered, the heavens endured, rallying under the singular purpose of his downfall. It was a war without end, a war where countless lives and worlds were consumed as fuel for the heavenly mandate.
Finally, at the precipice of oblivion, with his enemies' lifeblood staining the cosmos, Ji Tianhao fell. But even as he lay upon the shattered ruins of worlds, a cold smile lingered on his lips.
> "You believe this is the end?" he whispered, his voice barely audible amidst the dying echoes of battle. "I am eternal. As long as defiance exists, so shall I."
And with those final words, his body disintegrated, his soul scattering into the void. The heavens celebrated their victory, but a shadow of unease lingered. For they knew, deep within the eternal cycle of existence, that such defiance could never truly be extinguished.
With that, he will be born again . The heavens trembled as Ji Tianhao disappeared, his soul cast back to the beginning of his journey.