The Immortal Realms were still reeling from the recent events at the Void Temple, the sudden rise and fall of Grandmaster Void now a whispered legend. But the cosmos rarely allowed time for rest, and the forces of creation and chaos were always in motion. As Wújìn Mèng, Zui Tian, and the Godly Manager departed from the Void Temple, a new ripple of power began to spread across the myriad realms—one that would test the very limits of those who sought strength.
Wújìn Mèng, her gaze distant, remembered a treasure she had crafted eons ago in a moment of profound boredom, long before the beginning of time as it was now known. This treasure, the Chaos Tower, was a creation of both whimsy and purpose—a means to challenge and strengthen the beings of chaos and those who would come after them. It was a place where strength was honed not through destruction, but through endless trial and self-discovery.
As they floated through the void, Zui Tian glanced at his sister, sensing her thoughts. “You’re thinking about the Chaos Tower, aren’t you?”
Wújìn Mèng nodded, a slight smile tugging at her lips. “Yes. It’s time to bring it back. The realms are in need of a challenge that will push them beyond their limits—a test of heart, mind, and spirit.”
The Godly Manager, ever the voice of reason, raised an eyebrow. “You know what happened the last time the Chaos Tower appeared. It was both a blessing and a curse to the realms.”
“I know,” Wújìn Mèng replied calmly. “But the realms are weaker now than they were in the chaotic era. The strength of the beings has diminished, and they’ve become complacent. The Chaos Tower will remind them of what true power is, and it will prepare them for the battles to come.”
Zui Tian grinned, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. “I always loved watching those who dared to enter. The trials, the treasures… it’s going to be quite the spectacle.”
Wújìn Mèng’s smile grew, her voice soft but filled with purpose. “Then let’s begin.”
She raised her hand, her fingers weaving through the fabric of space, and spoke the words that would once again shake the foundations of the realms. “Chaos Descend.”
The words echoed out, carried on the winds of creation, reverberating through every corner of the Infinite Realms. As the sound reached the ears of countless beings, something extraordinary began to happen.
In every realm with a large population, the sky darkened, and a massive structure began to materialize. It was a tower—tall and imposing, its surface a deep grey stone etched with intricate, rainbow-colored lines that seemed to shift and shimmer in the light. The tower stretched impossibly high, disappearing into the heavens, a monolith of both beauty and dread.
The tower’s presence was felt by all. It exuded an aura of challenge, a silent invitation that called out to the brave, the ambitious, and the foolish. It was a place where strength could be forged anew, where those who dared could surpass their limits and claim treasures beyond imagination—but only if their hearts were strong enough.
In the heart of the Celestial Court, the Immortal Emperor stood on the balcony of his grand palace, his eyes fixed on the tower that had appeared above his realm. A deep sense of foreboding filled him as memories of the past flooded back. He had witnessed the Chaos Tower’s last descent, and the bloodbath that had followed was etched into his memory.
“So, it has returned,” the Emperor muttered to himself, his voice filled with both awe and concern. “The Chaos Tower… What havoc will it wreak this time?”
Across the Realms, the sudden appearance of the Chaos Tower sent shockwaves through the populations. Immortals, gods, and mortals alike stared up at the towering structure in awe and fear. They had heard stories of the legendary tower, tales passed down through the ages of a place where only the strongest could survive and thrive.
In the bustling streets of Dragon City, the Twins of Chaos looked up at the sky, their eyes widening as they recognized the tower. The older brother clenched his fists, a fire igniting in his heart. “This… This is the Chaos Tower! We’ve read about it. It’s a place where we can grow even stronger!”
His sister nodded, her expression resolute. “It’s a test unlike any other. But we must be careful. The Chaos Tower is not just a place of strength—it’s a place where the mind and heart are tested as well.”
As they stared up at the tower, their determination solidified. They knew that this was an opportunity, a chance to hone their chaotic powers and prepare for the challenges that lay ahead.
In the Void Temple, the remaining elders, still shaken by the events that had taken place, looked upon the tower with a mixture of fear and hope. They had lost their leader to the corruption of the Devourer, but the appearance of the Chaos Tower offered them a new path—one where they could regain their strength and perhaps find redemption.
In the distant Phoenix Nirvana Realm, the Phoenixes gazed upon the tower with eyes that burned with the fires of rebirth. The leader of the Phoenixes, her golden-red feathers shimmering with power, spread her wings and spoke to her kin. “The Chaos Tower has returned. It is a place of trials, but it is also a place where we can renew our strength. Let us prepare, for we will rise from these trials stronger than ever.”
In the Silvermoon Empire, the Elven Queen stood atop her palace, her violet eyes fixed on the tower. She knew that this was not just an opportunity for the Elves but a warning as well. The realms were entering a time of great change, and the Chaos Tower was a harbinger of the trials to come.
She turned to her advisors, her voice calm and measured. “We will send our strongest to the tower, but we must also prepare for the consequences. The Chaos Tower is a place of growth, but it is also a place of great danger. We must be ready for whatever comes next.”
Inside the Chaos Tower, the challenges were already taking shape. The infinite levels of the tower were filled with trials designed to push participants to their limits and beyond. Each level presented a new test—battles against shadowy opponents that mirrored the participants’ own cultivation, trials of the heart and mind that would expose their deepest fears and desires, and puzzles that required both intellect and insight.
After every two levels, participants would find themselves in a treasure room, where three treasures awaited them. Each treasure was unique—one offering personal growth in power, another an external item of immense strength, and the third a mysterious item that could be combined with the next treasure to create something even greater. But the choices were never easy, and each decision could alter the course of their journey.
For those who dared to venture into the tower, time itself became an enemy. With each level, the time dilation increased by 100 days, stretching their endurance and willpower to the breaking point. Rest was a rare luxury, allowed only after every two floors until the 500th level, after which rest was granted every eight floors.
The Chaos Tower was a place of infinite possibility, but it was also a place where the weak were culled, and only the strongest emerged victorious.
As the echoes of Wújìn Mèng’s command faded, she and her companions watched as the towers materialized across the realms. Zui Tian, ever the optimist, grinned as he imagined the chaos and excitement that would follow.
“Do you think they’re ready for this, Big Sister?” Zui Tian asked, his voice tinged with amusement.
Wújìn Mèng’s gaze remained on the distant towers, her expression unreadable. “They will have to be. The challenges ahead will require more than just brute strength. They will need to be tempered by wisdom, resolve, and the ability to overcome their own limits.”
The Godly Manager, his eyes reflecting the wisdom of countless eons, nodded in agreement. “The Chaos Tower will reveal their true nature—whether they are ready to rise or destined to fall.”
As the towers stood tall, stretching into the heavens, the realms began to stir with anticipation and fear. The Chaos Tower had returned, and with it, the promise of growth, challenge, and change.
But it was also a reminder—a reminder that the path to power was fraught with peril, and that only those with the strongest hearts would survive the trials to come.
In the Celestial Court, the Immortal Emperor stood in silence, his heart heavy with the memories of the past. He knew what the return of the Chaos Tower meant, and he knew that the realms were about to enter a period of great upheaval.
As he gazed at the tower, stretching endlessly into the sky, he whispered to himself, “May the heavens have mercy on us all.”
The Chaos Tower had returned, and with it, the storm of chaos that would sweep across the realms. Only time would tell who would emerge stronger and who would be lost to the trials of the tower. But one thing was certain—the realms would never be the same again.
The heavens themselves trembled with the energy unleashed by the descent of the Chaos Tower. Across the infinite realms, the appearance of this ancient structure sent ripples of both fear and excitement through all who witnessed it. But in the highest reaches of existence, where the Dao Ancestor and his 72 sages resided, the reaction was more complex.
The Dao Ancestor, a being who had long ago separated his desires into three distinct aspects—Evil, Good, and Self—sat in deep contemplation within his ethereal palace. He had long mastered the art of suppressing emotion, of viewing the universe with a detached clarity that allowed him to guide the realms without interference from personal feelings. Yet, as he gazed out over the expanse of the heavens, a sense of melancholy settled over him.
He could feel the stirring of ancient memories, the weight of millennia pressing upon him in a way that even his immense wisdom could not easily dismiss. It was the arrival of the Chaos Tower that had triggered this sensation—a reminder of a time long past, when the cosmos was young and the beings of chaos roamed freely.
Unable to ignore the feelings any longer, the Dao Ancestor sent a mental note to Zui Tian, requesting his presence in the heavens. He knew that if anyone could understand the emotions he was struggling to suppress, it would be Zui Tian and, more importantly, Wújìn Mèng—his Big Sister.
Zui Tian and Wújìn Mèng arrived in the Heavenly Realm with a speed that defied mortal comprehension. The atmosphere here was serene, filled with the faint glow of celestial energy, and the air itself seemed to hum with the essence of the Dao. The Dao Ancestor’s palace was a structure of pure light and thought, existing simultaneously in every dimension yet rooted in none.
As they approached, Zui Tian immediately noticed the unusual expression on the Dao Ancestor’s face. This was a being who had mastered the art of separation, dividing his desires into their fundamental components to achieve perfect balance. Yet, in this moment, he looked… lovelorn, and slightly forlorn—emotions that should have been impossible for him to feel.
Wújìn Mèng, ever perceptive, felt the shift in the atmosphere as well. The Dao Ancestor, who was normally an embodiment of calm and detachment, seemed weighed down by something profound.
As they entered the grand hall of the palace, the Dao Ancestor turned to face them, his gaze softening as it landed on Wújìn Mèng. “Big Sister,” he whispered, the words carrying a weight that transcended mere sound. It was a name he hadn’t spoken in eons, a title that carried with it the echoes of a time when they were all younger, when the cosmos was still forming.
Wújìn Mèng smiled gently, stepping forward with the grace of someone who had seen the birth of countless worlds. “Little Brother,” she replied, her voice filled with warmth. “It’s been too long.”
Zui Tian, sensing the undercurrent of emotion, remained silent, allowing the two ancient beings to reconnect.
The Dao Ancestor sighed, the sound carrying with it the weight of millennia. “The descent of the Chaos Tower… it has stirred something within me that I thought long buried. Memories of the past, of the time before the realms were as they are now.”
Wújìn Mèng nodded, her expression understanding. “The Chaos Tower was created to push the limits of those who entered it, to test their resolve and strength. But it was also a reminder of what we once were—beings of chaos, unbound by the constraints of order.”
The Dao Ancestor’s gaze grew distant, as if he were seeing those ancient days once more. “I remember the first time the tower descended. The challenges it brought, the way it shaped the beings of that era. But it also brought great turmoil, great loss.”
Zui Tian, ever the optimist, spoke up. “But it also brought great growth. The beings who survived the tower emerged stronger, wiser. It was a crucible that forged some of the greatest beings the cosmos has ever known.”
The Dao Ancestor turned to Zui Tian, his eyes reflecting both gratitude and sadness. “You’re right, of course. But as I watched the tower descend this time, I couldn’t help but feel… conflicted. The realms are weaker now. The beings who inhabit them have grown complacent. I fear that the challenges ahead will be too much for them.”
Wújìn Mèng placed a comforting hand on the Dao Ancestor’s shoulder. “They are weaker, yes, but that’s why the Chaos Tower is needed. It will force them to grow, to remember what it means to truly strive for something greater. The tower is not just a test—it’s a gift. A chance for the realms to rediscover their strength.”
The Dao Ancestor nodded slowly, though the conflict within him remained. “I know this in my mind, but my heart… my heart remembers the losses. The beings who did not survive. The friends, the companions…”
Zui Tian, sensing the depth of his brother’s sorrow, stepped forward. “Little Brother, you’ve carried the weight of the realms for so long. It’s okay to feel this way. But remember, you’re not alone. We’re here with you, just as we’ve always been.”
The Dao Ancestor’s gaze softened further as he looked between Zui Tian and Wújìn Mèng. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “It’s been so long since I allowed myself to feel. I had forgotten what it was like to be… connected.”
Wújìn Mèng smiled, her presence radiating warmth. “Connection is what gives us strength, Little Brother. It’s what allowed us to endure all these eons. And it’s what will help the beings of the realms endure the trials to come.”
The Dao Ancestor took a deep breath, the tension in his shoulders easing. “You’re right, as always. The Chaos Tower is necessary. The realms must be tested, must be reminded of their potential. And I must trust in the strength of those who will enter it.”
Zui Tian grinned, his usual carefree demeanor returning. “That’s the spirit! Besides, we’ll be here to help guide them. They won’t be facing these challenges alone.”
The Dao Ancestor finally allowed a small smile to grace his lips. “Thank you, both of you. Your presence is a comfort I didn’t realize I needed.”
Wújìn Mèng nodded, her expression gentle. “We’ve always been a family, Little Brother. And families take care of each other.”
The three of them stood together in the grand hall, the weight of the past lifting as they reconnected. The Dao Ancestor, once again centered, felt the peace that had eluded him return. He knew that the trials ahead would be difficult, but with his Big Sister and Zui Tian by his side, he also knew that they would face them together.
As they prepared to part ways, the Dao Ancestor looked out over the heavens, his heart lighter than it had been in eons. “The Chaos Tower has descended, and the realms will be tested. But we will endure. We always have.”
Wújìn Mèng and Zui Tian nodded in agreement, their bond with the Dao Ancestor reaffirmed. The path ahead was uncertain, but with the strength of their connection, they knew they could face whatever came next.
And as they departed from the heavenly realm, the Dao Ancestor remained, his gaze once again clear and focused. The past had been remembered, and now it was time to look to the future—a future where the realms would rise to meet the challenges of the Chaos Tower and beyond.