Chaos Heavenly Evolution Scripture

In the void of the Nine Heavens, pale gray mist coiled like the sigh of a dying being, wrapping around a rusted ancient river. This was the River of Epochs—an ageless black divine dragon, winding and coiling within the primordial chaos. Its waters surged in silence, carrying only the loneliness accumulated through hundreds of millions of epochs, spreading across heaven and earth like thick fog. Countless shattered fragments of long-lost epochs drifted upon its surface. Some glimmered with faint light, remnants of civilizations that once flourished in glory. Others were pitch-black as ink, reduced to the lifeless remains of nothingness. A man clad in blue robes stood quietly on the riverbank, his sleeves fluttering gently without a speck of dust upon him. His features were blurred, as if merged into the boundless void itself. He seemed to have existed for hundreds of millions of epochs, yet also as if he had only been born in this very moment. His gaze lingered upon the lonely river before him. Piercing through endless time, he beheld both the distant source of the river and its unreachable end. “Epochs rise and fall, the Great Dao cycles in repetition… Is all of this ultimately nothing but emptiness?” He murmured softly, his voice carrying the boundless vicissitudes of eternity. Suddenly, a wisp of faint light ignited above the river. No larger than a candle flame at first, it instantly bloomed into nine divine rings stretching across the void. Within each ring sat a vague figure. Some loomed like towering mountains, some vast as starry seas, others deep and bottomless as abyssal chasms. Their auras were so ancient that even time dared not draw near. They were the Primordial Ancestors, born long before the creation of Chaos. Supreme existences who had witnessed the rise and fall of nine great epochs, only to fade into nothingness in the end. And the blue-robed man standing on the riverbank was Taiyi, foremost among the Nine Primordial Ancestors. “Taiyi, you gaze upon this river once again.” “Nine times has the world crumbled into oblivion. You know the final fate well. Why cling to such an illusory shred of possibility?” Taiyi fell silent for a long moment, then raised his hand to cup a handful of river water. The liquid in his palm bore no trace of moisture, yet reflected the dying gazes of countless living beings. The bitter unwillingness of young warriors drawing their blades to face death. The despair of elders clutching their orphaned grandchildren. The resolve of countless cultivators standing beneath a collapsing firmament, unleashing their final divine arts against the heavens. “You see only endless cycles.” “What I see are countless souls who refuse to bow their heads within every cycle.” “If heaven and earth are doomed to annihilation… then I shall see if the will of all living things can breathe new life into this dying world.” As his words faded, the river water in his palm dissipated in a thunderous roar, transforming into an ancient scripture scroll. The moment it appeared, the entire River of Epochs trembled violently. Countless epoch fragments that had drifted for eons were drawn forth, circling slowly around the scripture like stars guarding the sun. “This forbidden treasure… still lingers unbroken.” A voice sank heavily from within one of the nine divine rings. “The Chaos Heavenly Evolution Scripture.” Taiyi stared at the scroll, weariness fading from his eyes, replaced by a rare glimmer of light. “I forged its bones from the memories of nine mortal reincarnations. I wove its veins from the shattered remnants of the Great Dao left behind by nine fallen epochs. I breathed its soul from the unyielding resolve of billions of living beings who refused to sink into despair. Only then did I forge this scripture.” “It belongs not to the past, nor the present, nor any realm under heaven. Its sole purpose is to shatter this doomed cycle.” The instant his declaration echoed forth, a vast rift split open at the river’s end. The gray mist receded in rolling tides, revealing a newly born world slowly unfolding beyond the c***k. This new realm remained incomplete. Mountains and rivers were dimly outlined, sun, moon and stars newly formed, yet the vital energy of all living things had already begun to sprout within the darkness. A new epoch had dawned once more. Taiyi’s body trembled suddenly. A fine c***k appeared between his brows, spreading swiftly to the corners of his eyes. This was no wound, but the backlash of karmic cycle law, born from bearing a power beyond the heavens. “Taiyi, if you descend into reincarnation once more, your true spirit may never return.” A pale moon-white shadow stepped forward slightly from the nine divine rings. “Is it truly worth it?” Taiyi glanced at her and smiled faintly. “Mother of the Void, you and I have witnessed too many births and destructions.” “Yet even at the final hour, there are those who will still shield the last flickering lamp of hope behind them.” “If all mortal beings dare to fight against fate… why should I not fight for them one last time?” With that, he pressed his palms together, sealing the Chaos Heavenly Evolution Scripture into his forehead. A deafening boom shattered the void, cracking the empty realm like shattered glass. Brilliant cyan light erupted from Taiyi’s body, and nine blurred phantoms emerged one after another behind him. These were the lingering imprints of his nine past reincarnations. Supreme Immortal Emperors, Divine Overlords, mortal peak powerhouses, and chieftains who ruled alien races… In the end, the nine phantoms merged as one, condensing into a tiny speck of spiritual seed no larger than dust. “This may well be the final cycle.” “If I succeed, all realms shall be spared from annihilation. If I fail, let my bones, my blood, and my Dao sink into the river of time, paving a narrow path for those who come after.” He waved his hand, and the River of Epochs surged backward. An ancient grand gate slowly opened at the edge of the endless void. Carrying the scripture, the spiritual seed turned into a stream of light and vanished beyond the gate. Before the doorway sealed shut, an ancient jade pendant wrapped in faint cyan light chased closely after it. Carved upon the jade, one tiny character was etched quietly: Yao. …… Within the deep imperial palace of the Wufeng Dynasty, the cold was crueler than winter’s bitter snow. Xu Qingxuan huddled in the corner of a dilapidated palace hall. The royal brocade robes that once marked his status had long faded to white, frayed and torn at the edges. Seventeen years of age, he was once a neglected imperial concubine’s son of the Wufeng Dynasty. His mother, though of humble birth, had been gentle and virtuous—the only warmth of his childhood. Yet three years ago, after her passing, he became an outcast within the cold imperial city. No one had forgotten the prodigy Xu Qingxuan at the age of fifteen. His martial talent overshadowed every young member of the imperial clan. Breaking through to the Spirit Sea Realm at fifteen, he was hailed as the unparalleled genius of the Wufeng Dynasty in a hundred years. Even the emperor had favored him greatly, granting him the honorable title of Marquis Jing’an. Back then, he had been high-spirited, believing his extraordinary talent would secure his place within the rigid imperial hierarchy and bring glory to his late mother. But fate struck without warning. Shortly after his sixteenth birthday, the spiritual energy within his body began to fade inexplicably. His cultivation declined day by day, falling from the Spirit Sea Realm all the way down to the Qi Refining Realm. In the end, he became a useless weakling, weaker than ordinary imperial guards. His downfall became the hottest gossip within the royal court. The Second Imperial Prince Xu Yuan had always despised Xu Qingxuan. Upon seeing his ruin, he secretly spread malicious rumors throughout the palace. “Hmph, that useless Xu Qingxuan! His sudden surge in cultivation was nothing but the work of forbidden demonic arts!” “Now he suffers karmic backlash, his cultivation drained to nothing. He deserves every bit of it!” The rumors spread like wildfire, sweeping through every corner of the palace. Maids and eunuchs whispered in secret. “No wonder he reached the Spirit Sea Realm at fifteen… he walked the crooked path of dark cultivation…” Even court officials began to point fingers and condemn him. “A disgrace to the imperial clan! This stains the honor of the Wufeng Dynasty!” “Forbidden demonic cultivation is the dynasty’s greatest taboo. His Imperial Majesty ought to execute him without mercy…”