Beyond the grasp of mortals, suspended between countless inhabited worlds and the endless cosmos, lay a higher dimension ruled by beings known only as Gods.
This exalted realm was no secret. Across countless mortal planets it was spoken of with reverence and fear—
The Divine Realm!
The ultimate destination of cultivation, where eternal life, immeasurable strength and invulnerability against even the cruelest of fates could be seized.
According to the stories and legends passed down across the Douluo Continent, after the first generation of the Shrek Seven Monsters attained godhood, they ascended into the Divine Realm, severing their ties to the mortal world and leaving behind only their legends.
Many believed the Divine Realm to be a paradise—a world of radiant skies, endless Immortal Qi, and landscapes so breathtaking that even the most beautiful places in the mortal realms paled in comparison.
To the mortals who dreamed of ascension, the divine realm was the perfect place to rest, untouched by suffering or decay.
Eternal tranquility. Endless beauty.
That was the case... until the day Otherworldly Gods besieged the Divine Realm.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The skies split open under a rain of destructive force. Sacred palaces crumbled, divine mountains cracked, and seas of stars were set ablaze. The clash of varied divine powers was so intense that it spread out of the Divine Realm, echoing across countless mortal worlds and exploding nearby stars.
A blood-red moon hang upon the celestial skies of the Divine Realm the moment its sky was split opened, dozens of figures descended upon the sky with cold and bloodthirsty expressions.
They were all white—unnaturally so, making them look as though they were celestial Gods. Their skin was as white as the purest jade ever seen, with strangely soft facial features despite their menacing expressions. Their hair was long and silken, pale as drifting snow. They wore pristine white robes, embroidered with tomoe-like markings.
They hovered in the torn skies like sovereigns of death, their cold pale-white eyes surveying the Divine Realm with disdain.
At their head stood a beautiful man, contradictory to understand unless they saw him.
His skin gleamed with the same otherworldly purity as his kin, and his shoulder-length hair flowed freely, framing a pair of long, curved, devil-like. Tall and slender, with delicate features that could stir envy in any maiden, he carried himself with an effortless grace. His eyebrows were cut short, a mark of nobility within his clan, further distinguishing him from the rest.
He was Mumashiki Ōtsutsuki, one of the elite royal members of the Ōtsutsuki Clan to attain Godhood in their long journey into this new universe. According to this world's standards, he was a Class 2 God!
They were the Ōtsutsuki Clan, an ancient clan of horned humanoid creatures from another universe.
They were a parasitic species, they have spent thousands of years traversing through the cosmos in order to carry out the Ōtsutsuki Will—to consume the life energy and genetic material of other worlds in order to continuously evolve, with the ultimate goal of attaining godhood.
They were the most superior species of their universe, at the top of the food chain while the rest of the worlds were their garden.
Although there was some minor setbacks, like a member of their clan going rogue and her descendants proving to be incredibly troublesome to deal with.
But after an elder of their clan stepped in the whole ordeal was quickly settled and they managed to rescue some of their members and were even able to recruit/kidnapped a few new bloods into their clan.
But none could have foreseen of what happened next.
A descendant of that traitor, Kaguya, now undeserved of their divine clan name, had eluded their eyes for years by the name of Indra. Remarkable, even by their lofty standards, he existed only as a wandering soul adrift in the void, endlessly searching for a suitable vessel to reincarnate into.
The problem, however, was that there were none.
The Ōtsutsuki had made certain of it.
To prevent troublesome anomalies from ever rising to challenge them, the clan carried out ruthless purges across their universe. Any lifeform bearing even the faintest resemblance to their own genetic patterns, any cells or bloodlines that might lead to the awakening to their divine Dōjutsu, were mercilessly hunted down and eradicated.
Whole civilizations were culled, entire bloodlines erased from numerous worlds—all to ensure no new rival could ever take root.
There were no Uchiha. No Hyūga. No Senju. No Uzumaki. And above all, no other Ōtsutsuki.
There could only one Ōtsutsuki Clan in the entire universe.
They believed Indra had perished, his cycle broken, his soul extinguished forever without a vessel to house it.
That certainty was shattered one day when their Supreme God, Shibai Ōtsutsuki, revealed the truth as he came out of seclusion.
Indra's soul had not faded.
Against all odds, it had endured. Slipping through the cracks of their dominion, drifting further and further until it pierced the very edge of their universe and escaped into another.
This universe.
Naturally, they followed. For the Ōtsutsuki, leaving such a threat unchecked was unthinkable. A single spark, if left alone, could one day blaze into a fire capable of consuming even them. Such an example was Kaguya, and Indra was her descendant.
And so, led by Shibai Ōtsutsuki, they pierced the edge of their universe and descended upon this one.
What they discovered was shocking, even to them. This universe was nothing like their own!
According to Shibai, it overflowed with a potency unlike anything they had ever encountered. A primal force so rich it could nurture a mere mortal into godhood within centuries, even while confined to a single planet.
It was a realm of impossible abundance. In their home universe, it took Shibai Ōtsutsuki several millennia; numerous reincarnations and devouring many Chakra Fruits when he finally attained Godhood. Reincarnation was simple enough for their kind; but cultivating a single Chakra Fruit, that was the true struggle.
A Chakra Fruit could only be borne from a God Tree, a colossal, otherworldly plant that grew by feeding on blood-soaked soil, nurtured through centuries of slaughter. First, it began as a seedling. To blossom, it demanded the life of an Ōtsutsuki itself—a trivial sacrifice for them, for their fallen kin would simply reincarnate into vessels prepared by the clan.
Once rooted, the God Tree would begin its work, slowly draining a planet of its life force and natural energy until the world itself was reduced to an empty husk.
From this devastation, a single Chakra Fruit would be produced—once every thousand years. Each fruit contained the distilled essence of an entire planet's vitality, its creation a slow and painstaking cycle of death.
And this was the issue. To nurture even one member of their clan to true godhood required not centuries, but tens of thousands of years of harvests. The process was painstaking, riddled with countless variables.
At times, powerful native civilizations, similar to the Shinobi they had once encountered, would rise and interfere—disrupting the growth of the God Trees.
Worse still, the number of planets capable of sustaining a God Tree was limited, forcing the Ōtsutsuki to scour the cosmos endlessly in search of new soil to feed their eternal hunger.
But in this universe... everything was different.
The concentration of life energy here was so immense, so naturally abundant, that a single Chakra Fruit harvested from a God Tree rooted in even a random mortal planet was equal to three, sometimes even four, fruits from their home universe! And that was the bare minimum.
When they first arrived in this universe, the Ōtsutsuki Clan were troubled and horrified— simply because they were suppressed by the obviously higher-level universe's laws and elements; making it difficult for them to use their Chakra thus they weren't able to use their fabled Dōjutsus and other techniques.
Even Shibai wasn't spared by such the high-level universal suppression.
For the first time since he attained Godhood, he felt pain—excruciating pain.
He had described his strength and vast ocean-like divine power was being wrung out of him drop by drop, like a lemon being squeezed dry. While a foreign energy forced its way into his body.
It was like the energy in their body was muddy water and the universe was acting as a filter to wash away the water and replace it with a clean and purer water.
Having a purer and denser source of energy might seem great in the ears of many, but for those strong like Shibai it was more frightening than death! This process not only replaces the divine power he's had for several millennia but also regresses his state of being back as a mortal.
To a being who had clawed his way to supremacy through endless reincarnations, consuming worlds and surviving numerous trials, such regression was unbearable.
He cannot accept such an outcome.
Shibai Ōtsutsuki was a God, but he didn't reach this stage smoothly like some happy-go-lucky moron. He was a genius. Already he's made a plan in order to overcome this situation.
And so, while his divine power was being stripped and converted by this universe, Shibai spread his perception across countless nearby worlds, searching for a solution. His divine sense swept outward until it locked onto a particular figure.
With a single probe of thought, he uncovered the man's identity: the Demon Sword Immortal, a cultivator who had achieved the Immortal Ascension Realm—equivalent to a God Officer of the Divine Realm.
His strength was formidable, his reputation terrifying, but Shibai immediately discerned the flaw: his spiritual foundation was shallow, his divine soul weak compared to his cultivation.
That weakness was all Shibai needed.
Without hesitation, he channeled what remained of his divine power and unleashed a Shinjutsu(divine technique) so absolute it ignored the will of this universe.
In an instant, the Demon Sword Immortal's divine core, spiritual power, and God position were wrenched from his being and exchanged with Shibai's own. Except, the latter didn't posses any of those except his Divine Chakra.
The exchange was seamless, irreversible. In an instant, Demon Sword Immortal fell from his flying sword and plummeted straight down onto a random mortal planet like a flaming meteor.
Shibai Ōtsutsuki had become a God, bearing the Divine Title of: Sword.
He disliked it. And after getting used to his newfound energies and other innate Immortal/Godly abilities, he activated his most powerful Shinjutsu—Omnipotence! The strongest of his Shinjutsus, capable of bringing out the user's desires—essentially warping reality.
He changed his divine title to—Destruction. He thought to himself that it perfectly suits him, as the Supreme God of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, he perfectly embodies the concept of destruction for having ruined countless worlds in his pursuit of Godhood.
Except, it didn't work. Someone else has dominion over the concept of Destruction—someone far older and stronger than he was, to the point that not even Omnipotence could do anything.
With no choice, Shibai settled as the God of Transformation. After all, he would be the one to lead his clan to transforming this new universe into becoming their new garden.
And in a few centuries, they've "fertilized" two galaxies already and a couple of Divine Realms.
Their strength had grown considerably ever since. Besides Shibai, who had now ascended to God King realm of power, there were several other Gods in the Ōtsutsuki Clan and the elders are all Class 1 Gods! No one can stop their killing spree.
Moreover, they didn't forget their original task. To find Indra.
But who would've thought that standing before their prey would be an incredibly powerful Divine Realm.
By now, it's been almost a year since they clashed with this Divine Realm controlled by five God Kings. Shibai with a few elders have been the ones fighting the God Kings to keep them occupied, while Mumashiki and others have been trying to breach the Divine Realm.
Mumashiki parted his lips and softly spoke as if it were a whisper—but the entire Divine Realm heard his words loud and clear.
"Submit. Or die."
"You guys never learn, do you?"
Mumashiki's eyes narrowed as numerous blades of light rained towards his figure— exuding a chill so cold as Absolute Zero, others searing with flame hot enough to scorch the void itself.
Each blade carried a different law, a different element, they were strong enough to erase a low-tier mortal planet but Mumashiki waved his hand and effortlessly absorbed them into his palm that had a strange eye in it.
"Too slow, Emotions." Mumashiki coldly said.
"Man, you're as annoying as the last guy that came here."
A ripple of divine power answered him, and in the next instant a figure emerged— a young man clad in flowing azure robes, his long blonde hair cascaded down his shoulders, and he exuded a somewhat carefree yet lofty aura.
But what really catches people's attention was his heterochromia eyes; his right eye glowed a radiant crimson, not the dull hue of blood, but the molten brilliance of magma at the earth's core seething with destructive passion. While his left eye was a gleaming grey, exuding an eerie stillness and iciness that sent chills crawling through the marrow of even Gods.
One eye burned with the fiery fires of passionate feelings, while the other eye was cold emptiness, merciless and absolute. Together they reflected the true nature of mortals—love and hatred, joy and sorrow, hope and despair. He was the embodiment of every feeling that ever moved a heart, given divine form.
His mortal moniker was the Magic Chef of Ice and Fire.
His Divine Title was Emotions.
He is Rong Nianbing! The God of Emotions, Class 1 God, the temporary leader and vanguard of the Divine Realm when the God Kings are out fighting.
Mumashiki's eyes widened, the veins around his eyes bulged visibly. His fellow clansmen did the same.
He then yelled, "Emotions! For striking down my kin, I shall be the one to take your head—!"
"By the Dragon God, stop doing that. That's creepy as shit," Rong Nianbing chuckled as he ignored their words. His beloved daggers appeared in a flash; Morning Dew Dagger in his left hand, and the True Sun Dagger in his other. The elemental laws of fire and ice surged in his surroundings.
Suddenly thousands of magical array formations appeared all around Mumashiki and his group, shocking them that they haven't seen it beforehand with their Byakugan.
"What is this?! How did you—!" One of Mumashiki's companion's turned to ashes instantly as the complex magic array formations shined brighter with every passing second.
Rong Nianbing's eyes and face turned completely cold at that moment.
"You demons asked for this war. So don't whine about it so much and just fight!"
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After so long, I and this story have returned! Apologies for the delay of new chapters, life got in the way of my brilliance. Sigh. Hope you all have wonderful holidays!
In all seriousness tho, I got a lot of personal problems piled up on me last month that I just couldn't muster my brain cells to work on writing new content.
I ain't dropping this story until I get a girlfriend!