The city of Lirien stood as a marvel of magical ingenuity, a place where towering skyscrapers of crystal and steel rose above bustling streets illuminated by enchanted lights. In Gaia, women were not just dominant—they were superior in strength, intellect, and magical aptitude. Men served subservient roles, their weaker frames and meager magical talents unsuited for anything greater.
In the heart of the city, Myra Elyssan, heir to the noble House Elyssan, walked with purpose. Her dark cloak billowed as she moved through the crowd, her commanding aura making people step aside. At 27 years of age, she was already a Level 250 Elementalist, a prodigy destined to lead.
"Myra," a voice called from her communication crystal. She raised her hand, a faint shimmer of light forming a screen in front of her. It was Captain Elara, the head of the city's Arcane Guard.
"We've detected an anomaly in the central plaza. It's…unlike anything we've ever seen," Elara said, her voice tinged with urgency.
"I'm on my way," Myra replied, closing the crystal with a wave.
When she arrived at the plaza, a crowd had gathered, kept at bay by armored guards. At the center of the square, the ground shimmered with a strange, pulsating energy. A massive structure had materialized—a gate of black stone, etched with intricate patterns that glowed faintly blue.
"What is it?" Myra asked, stepping closer.
Elara shook her head. "It appeared out of nowhere. We've never seen magic like this."
Myra reached out, her hand hovering near the gate. A strange sensation washed over her, like a whisper of alien magic. She withdrew her hand quickly.
"It's not of our world," she murmured.
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In the realm of Zhenyuan, the air was thick with spiritual energy. Floating islands cast long shadows over verdant fields and ancient cities, their architecture reminiscent of the Tang Dynasty. The realm's immortal cultivators thrived in this world, their lives revolving around the pursuit of power through cultivation. From the humblest village to the grandest sect, everyone played a role in the immortal hierarchy.
In the capital city of Xi'an, chaos erupted as a similar gate appeared in the middle of a crowded square.
"General Zhen Wei!" shouted a soldier, running into a grand hall where the man in question stood.
Zhen Wei, a Nascent Soul cultivator, turned sharply. His tall frame and piercing gaze radiated authority. Dressed in ornate battle robes, he exuded the strength of a man who had faced countless battles.
"What is it?" he demanded.
"A structure has appeared in the city square! It's emitting unknown spiritual energy," the soldier reported.
Zhen Wei didn't wait for further explanation. He stormed out, his golden core pulsing as he leaped onto his spiritual flight sword and soared toward the square.
When he arrived, he found the gate—a towering black arch similar to the one in Gaia. Its presence exuded an aura that unsettled even the strongest cultivators.
"It must be the work of our enemies," Zhen Wei declared, his voice cutting through the murmurs of the crowd.
"But General, there's no sign of hostile forces," a subordinate pointed out.
"Then we'll go through it and destroy whatever lies beyond," Zhen Wei said, his tone brooking no argument. "Prepare the vanguard. This could be their ploy to undermine us."
Within the hour, Zhen Wei led a group of cultivators through the gate. Armed with spiritual weapons and confidence in their superiority, they marched into the unknown.
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On the other side of the gate, Myra and her team of high-level mages stood ready. They had detected movement from within the structure and prepared for whatever would emerge.
When the first men appeared—led by Zhen Wei himself—Myra's eyes narrowed.
"Who dares trespass in Lirien?" she demanded, her voice amplified by magic.
Zhen Wei smirked, his voice dripping with mockery. "This city belongs to women? How quaint. Step aside, girl, and maybe we'll spare you."
The women bristled at his tone. Myra stepped forward, her aura flaring. "You dare invade our land and speak of sparing us? You will regret this arrogance."
"Arrogance?" Zhen Wei laughed. "From the looks of you, this world is built on delusion. Let me show you the power of men."
He raised his hand, sending a pulse of spiritual energy forward. The women countered with a shield of combined magic, deflecting his attack.
"So, you do have some strength," Zhen Wei said, his smirk widening. "This will be interesting."
As the first blows were exchanged, the clash of two civilizations had begun—each side convinced of its own dominance, neither willing to yield.
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