After a long ten years in seclusion, Zui Tian emerged from his self-imposed isolation, his mind sharp and his spirit refreshed, carrying with him the monumental creations of his Freedom and Harmony Wine. In those ten years, much had changed in the Infinite Immortal Realms. Cultivators had grown stronger, the realms had shifted, and the once-capped potential of beings like the Immortal Emperor had begun to expand, thanks to the ideas of Freedom and Harmony that Zui and Wujin had introduced.
As Zui acclimated himself to the world once more, he received an invitation from the Immortal Emperor to attend the long-anticipated Immortal Feast. The feast was set to be a grand occasion, attended by the most powerful figures from all corners of the realms—the apex of cultivation, gods, and sovereigns alike. The feast was a way for the realms to celebrate their newfound hope, and Zui Tian’s presence was both expected and revered.
But Zui Tian had no intention of attending alone.
“Seventy seats,” he mused as he wrote his response to the Immortal Emperor. “I want seventy more seats beside Wujin and me. I’m bringing my students.”
His students, now ten years older and far more powerful, had trained relentlessly under Zui’s unconventional but effective guidance. Their strength had grown immeasurably, and Zui wanted them to witness the great powers of the realms firsthand. It was a part of their education, after all—immortal cultivation wasn’t just about gaining power but understanding how to wield it wisely.
The Godly Manager also received an invitation, as the official owner of the Celestial Tavern, a key figure in the immortal social and economic world. His invitation was less about respect and more about necessity; no event of such magnitude would be complete without the Manager’s presence, whose influence ran deep into the workings of the immortal world. Along with Zui Tian, Wujin Meng, and the First Darkness, he was set to make an appearance. But before attending the grand feast, Zui decided they should all share a private moment to taste the Freedom and Harmony Wine.
In the days leading up to the feast, Zui Tian called for a gathering in the hidden courtyard of the Celestial Tavern. Wujin Meng, Pan Gu, the First Darkness, and the Chaos Twins arrived one by one, each sensing the monumental nature of the occasion.
The First Darkness moved silently, his presence almost unnoticeable as he observed his siblings, his eyes lingering on the flasks that Zui had carefully set before them. The Chaos Twins, once lost in the tumult of their chaotic powers, were now more controlled and disciplined, their strength growing day by day under the guidance of their mentor. And Pan Gu, the first of the Rakshasa, stood tall and imposing, his calm gaze taking in the sight of the wine flasks Zui had placed at the center of the table.
Zui Tian, ever the informal host, smiled lazily as he raised a small flask to the light. “I’ve been working on these for a long time,” he said, his voice holding a rare seriousness. “This wine… it’s not just a drink. It’s the essence of what we’ve become. Freedom and Harmony—distilled into something tangible.”
Wujin Meng looked at him with warmth in her eyes. “You’ve outdone yourself, Zui. Even I can feel the balance in that wine.”
Pan Gu, his form massive yet calm, nodded his approval. “To capture the essence of freedom and harmony is no small feat. This wine represents more than power. It’s a new beginning for the realms.”
The First Darkness said nothing, but there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes as he watched Zui hand out the flasks. Each one was labeled with intricate markings that glowed faintly, a testament to the power contained within. Zui passed them around, making sure each of them had one.
“This wine will show you the truth of our Ideas,” Zui continued. “It’s more than a taste of what we’ve become. It’s a glimpse into the future of the realms—the path we’re setting for others to follow.”
Wujin held her flask, admiring the energy that pulsed from it. “We’ve raised the ceiling of power for every being in existence. This wine will be a reminder of that. A celebration of what’s to come.”
They all raised their flasks, and for a brief moment, the courtyard was silent, the weight of their collective presence heavy in the air. Then, as one, they drank.
The effect was immediate and profound. The wine carried not just the flavor of the finest alchemy and cultivation, but the raw, unfiltered essence of power. It was like tasting freedom itself, an unshackled force that coursed through their veins, filling them with the knowledge that nothing could bind them—not fate, not time, not space.
Wujin Meng’s eyes closed as she felt the perfect balance of harmony flood her senses, the delicate interplay of creation and destruction, yin and yang, swirling within her. Pan Gu, the embodiment of strength, let out a deep breath as the wine reinforced his own understanding of power and restraint, two sides of the same coin. The First Darkness sipped the wine slowly, his usually impassive expression betraying a flicker of surprise as he felt the raw freedom within him stir—something he had long forgotten in the shadows.
The Chaos Twins were overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of what they were drinking, but as the chaotic energy settled within them, they felt something new: control. The wine had given them a sense of clarity, of balance between the chaos within and the harmony they had always sought.
Zui Tian smiled, leaning back as he took a long swig from his flask. “This,” he said softly, “is just the beginning.”
Ten days later, the Immortal Feast was upon them.
The grand halls of the Immortal Emperor’s palace were adorned with banners of gold and silver, and the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. Gods, sovereigns, and immortals from all corners of the realms had gathered, eager to witness the great powers of the realms assembled in one place.
At the head of the long banquet table sat the Immortal Emperor, resplendent in his divine robes, his presence alone radiating immense power. But even he had felt the loosening of the shackles that had once bound his cultivation. He had grown stronger, more aware, thanks to the ripple effect caused by Zui and Wujin’s ascension.
Beside him, empty seats were reserved for his most honored guests: Zui Tian, Wujin Meng, and the Godly Manager. But Zui had requested seventy more seats for his students, and the Immortal Emperor had gladly granted the request, knowing well that these students were far from ordinary.
The banquet hall buzzed with whispers when Zui Tian, clad in his tattered robes, entered with his entourage of students. The powerful figures present knew that Zui Tian was more than just a legendary cultivator—he was now a paracausal being, an embodiment of ideas that none of them could yet comprehend.
The Immortal Emperor stood to greet him, a rare honor. “Zui Tian, it is good to see you,” he said, his voice carrying across the hall. “You have been missed these past ten years.”
Zui Tian grinned, casually pulling out a flask from his robes. “I’ve brought you something, Emperor. Consider it a gift to mark the occasion.” He handed the flask to the Immortal Emperor.
The emperor took the flask with reverence, feeling the pulse of energy from it. “Freedom and Harmony,” he whispered, knowing instinctively what it contained.
Zui winked. “Be careful with that one. It’s not just wine—it’s the future.”
As the feast began, Zui Tian and his companions sat at the long table, surrounded by the most powerful beings in the realms. But the focus wasn’t on politics or power plays. It was on what lay ahead—the new era of cultivation, power, and freedom that Zui Tian and Wujin Meng had ushered in.
And as the night wore on, the Immortal Emperor took a sip from the flask of Freedom and Harmony wine, his eyes widening in awe as he felt the very essence of power and balance flood his senses.
The Era of Ideas had truly begun, and the realms would never be the same.
The myth of Pan Gu had been told and retold for countless eons. His legend spoke of the great battle where he singlehandedly created the Heavens and Earth, slaying the 3000 Rakshasa—the chaos beings that had threatened to undo existence itself. His flesh and blood became the foundation upon which the Untainted Land was formed, and from that land, the sages and the Dao Ancestor rose to prominence.
But the truth of the story was far darker, buried deep beneath the veil of myth and legend.
The Ancient Ideas, the primordial forces that had predated even the chaos, had removed themselves from memory, shaping reality and bending it to their will. They were the true perpetrators behind the death of the Rakshasa, those beings of untamed chaos who had fought alongside Pan Gu to preserve their existence. In the end, Pan Gu had been forced to swing his mighty axe, not out of choice, but out of necessity. The Ancient Ideas threatened to destroy the chaos, and Pan Gu, with no other option, cleaved the chaos apart into space and time, yin and yang, and every duality that now governed the world.
In that moment, Pan Gu had created the stage upon which all life would play out, splitting the chaotic energy into a form that could be harnessed by the realms. But even as the stories of his battle spread, the souls of his fallen comrades, the 3000 Rakshasa, remained within him—sealed by the act of his creation, waiting for the day they could be reborn.
Now, the time had come.
The barrier of power had been shattered. Zui Tian and Wujin Meng, by ascending to the status of Ideas, had raised the ceiling of cultivation for all beings in the Infinite Immortal Realms. With the realm now vast enough to contain the chaotic energy that had once threatened to destroy it, Pan Gu felt the call of his own essence. It was time for him to take the next step in the Endless Coil, a path few could comprehend, let alone walk.
He had long known of his next stage: Nothingness Reunion.
Nothingness Reunion was not simply about power; it was about understanding the nature of nothingness—how from nothing, all things are born, and how, in the end, all things return to it. To elevate beyond his current state, Pan Gu needed to reunite with the nothingness from which he had been born and create anew. His power was tied not just to creation but to the essence of chaos itself.
And now, as he unlocked the key to this next stage, he began to draw upon the chaotic presence within him. The Fruits of Law that had once formed the celestial palaces of the heavens, spread like stars in the sky, were now ready to transform. With a deep breath, Pan Gu reached into the void of nothingness, pulling forth the 3000 chaotic presences that had been dormant within him since the beginning.
These were the souls of his fallen comrades—the 3000 Rakshasa, each with their own Law Aspect, waiting to be reborn. Pan Gu, with his mastery of the Endless Coil, breathed life into them once more, turning each of the celestial palaces into Chaotic Souls with boundless potential.
The ancient texts had spoken of these beings—the Chaotic Souls or Rakshasa, immortalized in the ancient annals of Chinese history from Earth. But now, they were returning to the realms, not as legends, but as living, breathing entities. Pan Gu, with the sheer force of his will, was about to elevate them to a level no being had seen since the birth of the heavens.
The next stage was Everything Incarnation.
Once the Chaotic Souls had been revived, they would not simply be echoes of their former selves. Each of the 3000 souls would gain autonomy, their own Heavenly Presence, becoming 3000 extensions of Pan Gu’s own existence. They would carry the memories of their past lives as Rakshasa, but they would also embody the new Laws they had been given. Together, they would form a living embodiment of chaos, strength, and freedom.
In the skies above the Infinite Immortal Realms, Pan Gu suddenly flew into outer space, his presence felt across every plane of existence. Cultivators, gods, and immortals alike stopped in their tracks, sensing the shift in the very fabric of reality. Pan Gu’s aura, once a distant memory in the hearts of the oldest beings, now filled the cosmos with a raw, primal energy that none could ignore.
From his body, 3000 lights illuminated every corner of the infinite realms. Each light represented one of the celestial palaces, glowing with multicolored radiance that reflected the chaotic energy from which they had been formed. The lights shimmered and pulsed, their forms shifting as they began to take shape.
In an instant, the celestial palaces transformed into 3000 giant infants, each covered in a protective white light that radiated the Laws they embodied. These were not mere children, but the reborn Rakshasa, the chaotic beings of legend, now returning to the realms with a strength that defied comprehension.
The Dao Ancestor and his 72 Sage Disciples, watching from their ethereal abode, could feel the chaotic energy surge through the heavens. They had long revered the story of Pan Gu, but now they saw the truth before their eyes. The Chaos King had returned, and with him, his 3000 Rakshasa, each more powerful and lawless than the last.
As the 3000 Rakshasa took form, their presence bathed the realms in a light so pure and intense that every cultivator, from the weakest mortal to the strongest god, felt their power grow. Those bathed in the light suddenly grew stronger, their cultivation advancing by two or three levels as they stood in awe of the scene before them. Even the Immortal Emperor, witnessing this from his throne, felt his own power increase, his potential expanding in ways he had never imagined.
In the distance, the Abyssal Master watched from the shadows, his eyes narrowing as the 3000 Rakshasa took shape. He knew what this meant—chaos had returned, and with it, the balance of the realms had shifted once more. But even he could not help but feel a sense of reverence for the Chaos King and the beings that had once fought beside him.
As the 3000 Rakshasa floated above the realms, their chaotic energy radiating outwards, Pan Gu stood at the center, his body glowing with a light that transcended the heavens and earth.
“The 3000 souls take form,” Pan Gu whispered, his voice resonating across the realms. “The balance has been restored.”
And as the Rakshasa began to awaken, the Infinite Immortal Realms trembled in anticipation. The Age of Chaos had returned, and with it, the realms would never be the same.
The Dao Ancestor, witnessing this from the highest heavens, smiled for the first time in centuries. “The Chaos King has returned,” he murmured to his disciples, his voice filled with joy. “And with him, his 3000 Rakshasa—the fiercest and most lawless beings to ever walk the realms.”
The universe itself had shifted. The ceiling of power had not only been raised—it had been shattered. Pan Gu had ascended to the next step of the Endless Coil, and the realms now stood on the precipice of a new age.
An age where chaos, freedom, and boundless potential would reign supreme.