The multiverse bleeds.
Across ten thousand shattered galaxies, the Heavenly Dao's luminous vortex hangs like a tyrant's crown, its tendrils of order lashing out to crush the last embers of chaos. Primordial Gods scream as their immortal cores are torn asunder, their divine blood merging with the ichor of Ancient Demons in the void. This is the Great Annihilation—the Heavenly Dao's purge of all that defies its rigid rule.
At the heart of the carnage, a Primordial God clad in star-forged armor stands defiant. His name is Kael, bearer of the Chaos Origin Bloodline—the very force the Dao seeks to erase. With a hammer forged from a dead sun, he smashes through a wall of celestial light, his roar shaking the fabric of existence: "Order without freedom is a cage! Chaos is the breath of creation!"
The Heavenly Dao's voice booms, cold and unyielding: "Chaos is a disease. You and all who carry your blood will be purged. Eternity shall bow to my will."
Kael laughs, blood spilling from his lips. "Eternity is long. And my blood… will outlive you."
He drives his hammer into the void, splitting open a rift between universes. With his last strength, he tears a drop of his own blood—black as the abyss, glowing with molten gold—and sends it hurtling through the rift. "It will be reborn. It will walk your galaxies, traverse your universes, and gather the power of fallen gods and demons alike. It will be unbowed. Unbroken. And it will shatter your throne."
The Heavenly Dao's tendrils strike, incinerating Kael's body. But the drop of chaos blood slips through the rift, vanishing into the dark corners of the multiverse—bound for a mortal planet called Qingxuan, where it will be reborn as a boy named Fang Yan.
In its rage, the Heavenly Dao weaves a curse. It seizes the purest soul in the cosmos—a fragment of starlight given form, destined to be reborn as a girl named Lian Mei—and binds her to the chaos blood. "If it will not bow to order, let it be chained to love. Let its strength be its undoing. Let the pure soul die, and be reborn, and die again… until the chaos blood either breaks or bends to my will."
The curse ripples through the multiverse, a silent promise of tragedy. The Heavenly Dao rebuilds its throne, but its vortex trembles. It knows the truth: the chaos blood will return. It will traverse planets and universes, gather allies and admirers, and clash with the Dao's pawns. It will find the pure soul, and their bond will either save the multiverse… or burn it to ash.
As the void calms, a prophecy echoes through the cosmos—carried on the winds of forgotten stars, whispered in the ears of gods and demons alike:
"When the Chaos Origin walks again, the stars will bleed. The pure soul will die, and be reborn. The Heavenly Dao will tremble. And one man—unchained, unbowed, forged in the blood of the fallen cosmos—will decide the fate of all."
The rift closes. The drop of chaos blood settles on Qingxuan.
And the wait begins.