Ten thousand years ago, during the Era of Calamity Descent, heaven and earth knew no peace.
An ancient beast walked the world—its footsteps split mountains, its roar shattered the skies. Wherever it appeared, order collapsed and chaos followed. Rivers reversed, continents cracked, and the balance between heaven and earth descended into ruin.
This beast was known as one of the Ancient Nine Calamity Beasts.
Where it went, chaos followed.
Where chaos followed, extinction came.
Thousands of cultivators perished beneath its claws. Sects were erased overnight. Dynasties crumbled like sand before a tide. Even the heavens trembled, unable to suppress its existence.
The world was pushed to the brink of annihilation.
At the height of despair, an Immortal Master descended.
The battle that followed shook the ages.
For days and nights uncountable, heaven and earth collapsed and reformed again and again. Mountains were cleaved in half. Seas boiled. Space itself fractured beneath the clash of immortal techniques and calamity-born might.
Neither could suppress the other.
At the final moment, the Immortal Master burned his cultivation, blood, and soul, unleashing a forbidden technique. He charged toward the beast as the heavens split open, light swallowing the battlefield whole.
When the radiance faded—
Both the Immortal Master and the Calamity Beast were gone.
The world hailed it as a victory.
Yet victory came at a terrible cost.
Though the Era of Calamity ended and an age of peace followed, chaos never truly vanished. The scars left behind were irreversible—tainted lands where life could not flourish, broken laws of heaven and earth, and lingering calamity that devoured all who drew near.
And deep within a forgotten mountain, buried beneath time and karma…
Something still breathed.