As Zui Tian, the Godly Manager, and Endless Dream—known as Wújìn Mèng (无尽梦) in her true, ancient name—stood together in the small, hidden cave, the power that had lain dormant within Wújìn Mèng began to stir. Her awakening was not just the return of a being of immense strength; it was the reawakening of an essence that had long been in harmony with the very fabric of the cosmos.
Wújìn Mèng’s eyes, still adjusting to the light of the world outside her slumber, held a depth that was unfathomable. She could sense the changes that had occurred while she slept, the shifting of realms, the rise and fall of empires, and the growing unrest that now threatened all of existence. Her power, intertwined with the concept of dreams and stillness, brushed against the edges of the cosmos, feeling the ripples of tension and fear that had begun to spread.
Suddenly, without conscious thought, she whispered the words, “Endless Samsara.”
The words were soft, barely audible in the quiet cave, but their effect was instantaneous and profound. The sound of her voice carried across the Infinite Realms, rippling through dimensions, touching the hearts and minds of every being within the cosmos. The very air seemed to tremble with the resonance of those words, and for a fleeting moment, all creation seemed to pause.
In the deepest recesses of the Immortal Realms, beings of great power and wisdom stirred as they heard the words. But as quickly as they registered the sound, the memory of it slipped away, leaving only a vague sense of unease in its wake. Yet, for a select few—those whose strength and insight transcended the ordinary—the words lingered, like a shadow on the edge of their consciousness.
In the Celestial Court, the Immortal Emperor, who had just returned from his secret meeting at the Celestial Tavern, felt a sudden chill run down his spine. He had been alone in his throne room, pondering the events of the day, when the words “Endless Samsara” echoed through his mind. His eyes widened in shock, but when he tried to grasp the memory of what he had heard, it slipped away like sand through his fingers. A deep sense of unease settled in his chest, and he knew instinctively that something ancient and powerful had awakened.
At the Lunar Sect, the Lunar Priestess, who had just returned to her chambers after speaking with Zui Tian, felt the words resonate through her very soul. Unlike others, she did not forget them. The phrase “Endless Samsara” stayed with her, echoing in her thoughts like a distant melody. She recalled Zui Tian’s cryptic warning and realized that the awakening of this power was connected to the very fabric of the cosmos itself. She knew that this was no ordinary event—it was a sign of something far greater and more ominous.
Within the Void Temple, Grandmaster Void, who was still studying the malevolent artifact he had acquired, felt the words strike his mind like a hammer. He recoiled, his heart pounding as he tried to comprehend what he had just heard. For a brief moment, the darkness within the artifact seemed to pulse in response, as if it too had recognized the power behind the words. The Grandmaster knew that this was no coincidence—the artifact, the words, and the awakening of something ancient were all connected. But before he could fully grasp the implications, the memory of the words faded, leaving only a gnawing sense of dread.
In the depths of the Crimson Temple, the Crimson Sovereign felt the words reverberate through his being, but unlike others, he grasped onto the memory with fierce determination. “Endless Samsara,” he repeated to himself, his eyes narrowing as he tried to decipher the meaning. The Sovereign, always ambitious and cunning, sensed an opportunity within the words—a chance to harness this power for his own ends. But he also felt the weight of the unknown, a danger that could easily consume him if he was not careful.
Back in the cave, as the words left Wújìn Mèng’s lips, a profound stillness settled over the three figures. Zui Tian watched his sister with a mixture of awe and love, feeling the depth of her power and the wisdom that came with it. The Godly Manager remained silent, his eyes reflecting the gravity of what had just occurred.
Wújìn Mèng closed her eyes, her consciousness expanding outward, searching through the realms. Her power of dreams and stillness allowed her to sense the undercurrents of unrest that rippled through the cosmos. The balance that had once held firm was beginning to fracture, and the seeds of chaos had already taken root. But it was not just the internal strife that concerned her; there was something else—something far more dangerous.
She focused her senses on the source of malevolence she had detected earlier, and her eyes snapped open as the realization struck her. “The artifact,” she said softly, her voice tinged with concern. “The Grandmaster of the Void Temple has come into possession of an item not of this world. It is an artifact sent by the Devourer of Nihility, a harbinger of destruction.”
Zui Tian’s expression darkened at the mention of the Devourer. The being was an ancient enemy, a force that sought to consume all of existence, reducing the cosmos to nothingness. The fact that its influence had reached the Immortal Realms was a dire omen.
“We must act quickly,” Wújìn Mèng continued, her gaze shifting between Zui Tian and the Godly Manager. “The unrest in the realms must be settled before we can prepare the immortals for what is to come. The Devourer’s influence will spread if left unchecked, and we cannot allow that to happen.”
Zui Tian, despite the gravity of the situation, let out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing through the cave. It was a laugh filled with both joy and relief at having his sister back by his side. “I’ve missed your decisiveness, Big Sister,” he said, his voice warm. “It’s good to have you back.”
He reached into his robes and pulled out his largest flask, filled to the brim with Endless Wine. With a grin, he handed it to Wújìn Mèng. “Here, take this. It’s the least I can offer for making you wake up to such a mess.”
Wújìn Mèng took the flask, a smile playing on her lips. She accepted the drink, taking a long, deliberate sip. The warmth of the wine spread through her, grounding her in the present moment, a comforting reminder of the bond she shared with her brother.
The Godly Manager watched the exchange with a sense of quiet satisfaction. The realms were indeed in turmoil, and the challenges ahead would be great. But with Wújìn Mèng awakened and the Endless reunited, there was hope.
“We’ll start by dealing with the immediate threats,” Wújìn Mèng said, her tone firm. “We need to stabilize the factions, ensure that they are prepared for what lies ahead. And as for the Void Temple… we must confront the Grandmaster and neutralize the artifact before it’s too late.”
Zui Tian nodded, his expression serious once more. “Agreed. But we’ll need to be careful. The Grandmaster won’t give up the artifact easily, and there are others who might seek to use the chaos to their advantage.”
Wújìn Mèng smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Let them try. We’ve faced worse before, and we’ll face it again. Together.”
The Godly Manager stepped forward, his voice calm but resolute. “Then it’s decided. We’ll begin by bringing stability to the Immortal Realms, and then we’ll prepare for the battle against the Devourer’s influence. The road ahead is long, but with the Endless united, we can overcome any challenge.”
As the three of them left the cave, the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, casting the world in a soft, golden glow. The Immortal Realms were in turmoil, the undercurrents of unrest rising to the surface, but the return of Wújìn Mèng brought with it a sense of hope and determination.
The Endless had awakened, and with them, the power to shape the fate of the cosmos.
But as they prepared to take their first steps in this new era, the words “Endless Samsara” continued to echo through the realms, a reminder that the cycle of creation and destruction was far from over, and the true battle had only just begun.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the Celestial Tavern, Wújìn Mèng—Big Sister—felt a pull deep within her soul, a yearning to reconnect with the ancient beings who had once been her friends and allies. These were the creatures who had been born from the first stirrings of creation, beings of immense power who had long since retreated into their own realms, away from the chaotic affairs of the Immortal World.
With Zui Tian and the Godly Manager preparing to stabilize the Immortal Realms, Wújìn Mèng decided it was time to visit these old friends, to see how they had fared during her long slumber. She knew that their strength could be invaluable in the struggles to come, and perhaps, like her, they were ready to rejoin the world.
She bid farewell to Zui Tian and the Godly Manager, assuring them that she would return soon. As she stepped through the portal that led out of the Celestial Tavern, she felt the familiar sensation of space bending around her, transporting her across vast distances in an instant.
Her first destination was the Void Beast Clan—a realm far removed from the Immortal Realms, where colossal creatures, each as large as a dozen galaxies, drifted through the void. These beings, the Void Beasts, were among the first to be born after the chaos was split, and though they were titanic in size and strength, Wújìn Mèng had always seen them as nothing more than playful infants.
As she materialized within the vastness of the Void Beast realm, she was greeted by the sight of swirling galaxies and shimmering nebulae, the homes of these ancient beings. One of the largest Void Beasts, a creature whose body spanned across multiple star systems, approached her, its immense eyes glowing with recognition.
“Big Sister!” The Void Beast’s voice boomed through the void, reverberating through the cosmos like a distant echo. “It’s been so long since we last saw you. Have you come to play with us again?”
Wújìn Mèng smiled, the warmth of their reunion filling her heart. “I’ve come to see how you’ve all been, and to ask if you’re ready to leave this quiet place and join the world once more. The realms are in turmoil, and we may need your strength.”
The Void Beast let out a deep, rumbling laugh. “We’ve missed you, Big Sister, but we’ve grown lazy in your absence. The void is peaceful, and we like it here. But if you need us, we will come. Just give us the word, and we’ll be there.”
Wújìn Mèng nodded, grateful for their loyalty. “I’ll call on you when the time is right. For now, rest and prepare yourselves. The coming battles will be unlike anything you’ve faced before.”
She spent a little more time with the Void Beasts, reminiscing about old times, before she took her leave. The next stop on her journey was the White Tiger Slaughter Realm.
The White Tiger, a being of unparalleled ferocity and strength, had once been one of her closest companions. The realm where he resided was a place of endless battlefields, where the White Tiger and his kin honed their skills against each other in eternal combat. As she entered the realm, the air crackled with the energy of countless clashes, the sound of roaring and the clash of steel echoing across the land.
Wújìn Mèng found the White Tiger in the midst of a fierce battle, his powerful form towering over his opponents. His striped fur was marked with scars from countless battles, but his eyes were bright with the thrill of the fight. When he noticed Wújìn Mèng’s presence, he paused, his fierce expression softening into one of joy.
“Big Sister!” The White Tiger’s voice was a deep growl, filled with both affection and respect. “You’ve finally returned. It’s been too long.”
“It has,” Wújìn Mèng agreed, stepping closer to him. “I’ve come to see how you’re doing, and to ask if you’re ready to fight alongside us once more. The realms are in danger, and we need your strength.”
The White Tiger grinned, baring his sharp fangs. “You know I never back down from a fight. If the realms are in danger, then I’ll be there, claws and all. Just say the word.”
Wújìn Mèng placed a hand on his massive paw, feeling the familiar energy of his ferocity. “Thank you, old friend. I knew I could count on you.”
After leaving the White Tiger’s realm, Wújìn Mèng’s next destination was the Golden Dragon Azure Dragon Fiend Realm—a place where the ancient dragons, both golden and azure, resided. These dragons, with their majestic forms and elemental powers, were among the most powerful beings in existence. Their realm was a place of stormy skies and towering mountains, where the dragons flew freely, their scales shimmering in the light.
Wújìn Mèng found the Golden Dragon and the Azure Dragon engaged in a dance of power, their massive forms weaving through the sky, leaving trails of golden light and azure fire in their wake. When they noticed her arrival, they landed gracefully, their eyes glowing with recognition.
“Big Sister,” the Golden Dragon rumbled, his voice like the rolling thunder. “We sensed your awakening. It is good to see you again.”
The Azure Dragon, her voice like a soothing breeze, added, “We have missed you, Wújìn Mèng. The skies have been quiet without you.”
Wújìn Mèng smiled, feeling a deep connection to these ancient beings. “I’ve missed you both as well. The realms are in turmoil, and I need your help. Will you fly with us once more?”
The Golden Dragon and the Azure Dragon exchanged a glance, then nodded in unison. “We will fly with you, Big Sister,” they said together. “Our wings are ready to bring storm and fire to those who threaten the balance.”
Wújìn Mèng thanked them and continued on her journey. Her next stop was the Phoenix Nirvana Realm, a place of eternal renewal where the Phoenixes resided. The realm was filled with the scent of ashes and the warmth of rebirth, a place where flames flickered constantly, and life was reborn from the ashes.
As she arrived, the Phoenixes, with their radiant plumage and fiery auras, gathered around her, their songs filling the air with melodies of hope and renewal. The leader of the Phoenixes, a magnificent bird with feathers of gold and red, greeted her with a soft, melodic voice.
“Wújìn Mèng, our beloved Big Sister,” the Phoenix leader said, her voice filled with warmth. “You’ve returned to us.”
“I have,” Wújìn Mèng replied, her voice gentle. “I’ve come to ask for your help. The realms are in danger, and we may need your power of renewal to restore what might be lost.”
The Phoenix leader nodded, her eyes glowing with understanding. “We will rise from the ashes, as we always have. Our flames will be at your command, ready to bring hope where there is despair.”
After thanking the Phoenixes, Wújìn Mèng made her final stop—the Silvermoon Empire, the realm of the Elves. The Silvermoon Empire was a place of eternal twilight, where the silver light of the moon bathed the world in a soft glow. The Elves, with their grace and beauty, lived in harmony with nature, their lives intertwined with the magic of the forest.
As Wújìn Mèng entered the Silvermoon Empire, she was greeted by the sight of tall, ancient trees, their leaves glowing with an ethereal light. The air was filled with the scent of flowers and the soft laughter of forest spirits. She made her way to the heart of the empire, where the Elven Queen resided, but as she approached the palace, she heard a familiar, boisterous voice.
“Drink up, my friends! There’s more wine where that came from!”
Wújìn Mèng’s eyes widened in surprise as she followed the sound. She turned a corner and found herself in a clearing where the Elves had gathered for a celebration. At the center of it all, dancing with wild abandon and drinking from a large goblet of flowerfairy wine, was none other than her younger brother, Zui Tian.
The sight of him, dressed in his usual tattered robes and surrounded by laughing Elves and forest spirits, left her both embarrassed and amused. Zui Tian, completely oblivious to her presence, was spinning around with the grace of a seasoned dancer, his laughter echoing through the trees.
“Zui!” Wújìn Mèng called out, trying to keep the exasperation out of her voice.
Zui Tian froze mid-dance, his eyes wide as he turned to face her. The Elves and forest spirits, sensing the change in atmosphere, fell silent, watching the scene with curiosity.
“Big Sister!” Zui Tian exclaimed, dropping his goblet and stumbling toward her. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Wújìn Mèng replied, crossing her arms. “I thought you were preparing the realms, not… dancing and drinking with the Elves.”
Zui Tian scratched the back of his head, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Well, you know… a little break never hurt anyone. Besides, the Elves make some of the best wine in the realms! You should try it.”
Wújìn Mèng sighed, but her stern expression softened as she looked at her brother. “You haven’t changed a bit, Zui. Always finding a way to enjoy yourself, no matter what’s going on.”
Zui Tian laughed, his carefree spirit shining through. “Life’s too short to be serious all the time, Big Sister. But don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about our mission. I just needed a little… inspiration.”
Wújìn Mèng couldn’t help but smile at his antics. Despite everything, Zui Tian’s joy for life was contagious, and she knew that it was one of the reasons he had survived for so long, even when the weight of eternity bore down on him.
“Alright, alright,” she said, shaking her head in amusement. “Finish your dance, but then we need to talk. There’s much to be done, and we need all the help we can get.”
Zui Tian nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling. “Of course, Big Sister! I’ll be ready. Just let me finish this last dance.”
Wújìn Mèng watched as Zui Tian returned to the celebration, spinning and laughing with the Elves and forest spirits. Despite her initial embarrassment, she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of love and pride for her brother. He had a way of finding joy in even the darkest of times, and that was something the world desperately needed.
As she stood there, watching the festivities, Wújìn Mèng felt a renewed sense of hope. The old friends she had visited were ready to stand by her side, and with Zui Tian’s unshakable spirit, she knew they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.
The realms were on the brink of chaos, but with the Endless reunited and the ancient beings awakened, they would be ready to restore balance and fight back against the darkness.
And as the silver light of the moon bathed the Silvermoon Empire in its gentle glow, Wújìn Mèng allowed herself a moment of peace, knowing that the journey ahead would be difficult, but that they would not face it alone.