This chapter is to let you know about the fantasy world we will be dealing with. If you are confused in any of the chapters or came back after a while, you can take a look at the Auxiliary chapters to refresh your knowledge.
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For when the skies seem strange or your memory grows faint—here lies the world we speak of.
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The Sky Above
In most worlds, one looks up and finds a sun. Perhaps a moon. Stars. Clouds. But not here.
Here, three suns reign over the sky—each burning with a different hue, each etched with divine scripture. Not merely suns, but Tomes, visible not with eyes, but something far deeper. No barrier—be it of flesh, stone, or veil of blindness—can obscure their presence.
To behold them is to feel the weight of truths too vast for language, and too sacred for sound.
Long ago, this world circled a single sun. A simpler time, or perhaps just an older lie. Then came the Shattering—a cataclysm lost to time, its cause devoured by myth and silence. What followed was a sky reborn, split into three radiant orbs, each housing one of the Three Heavenly Volumes.
Thus dawned the era of the Three Sky Heaven.
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The Three Heavenly Volumes
These aren't books of paper or ink. They are cosmic forces—scriptures made light. Each sun burns with a different path, each one representing a distinct way of cultivation:
The Martial Sky Volume: The path of the body, the soul, the self. Those who follow this path hone their essence, sharpening their will and form into a perfect edge. It is strength that is pure, strength that stands alone.
The Mystic Sky Volume: The path of the unknown, the bizarre, the impossible. These cultivators unravel logic and twist the world. They pull miracles from madness and change cause with consequence. They are dreamers, seers, sorcerers.
The Mega Sky Volume: The path of dominion. Power not over self, but over everything—men, beasts, land, and even skies. This path sees the world as a kingdom, and the cultivator as its axis. Sovereignty becomes spirituality. To rule is to ascend.
Each Volume is a universe of comprehension. The deeper one gazes into their chosen tome, the more the other two blur and fade. Few walk multiple paths. Fewer still reach the end of even one.
But all three paths, in their own maddening way, lead to the same destination—the peak of the world.
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The Rite of Youth
From the age of twelve to eighteen, every youth begins their sacred trial.
They must not just see the heavens—they must interpret them. The Heavenly Tomes are never passively absorbed. Each verse must be understood, each word rewritten through the eyes of the reader.
Thus begins the Personal Tome—an evolving scripture that reflects one's growing insight. It is not a copy of the heavens, but a response to them. At eighteen, this self-wrought scripture gives birth to one's Heavenly Spirit—a manifestation of their inner truth.
This spirit is no mere companion. It is identity made manifest, a reflection of potential, desire, and future. Some are born as blades, others as storms, and some as thrones or riddles or prisons.
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The Seven Chapters Within
Each Heavenly Volume is divided into seven unseen chapters, escalating in complexity and power. They are not revealed through teaching but through comprehension. However many chapters one can comprehend is however much talented one is.
CHAPTER 1. The Mortal – The path begins here. All may read it.
CHAPTER 2. The Awakening – Unlocked only when one fully interprets the Mortal.
CHAPTER 3. The Restrictions – Rarely seen, even in legend.
CHAPTER 4. The Ascension – Its name is unknown. Its existence, whispered.
CHAPTER 5.
CHAPTER 6.
CHAPTER 7.
Most mortals live and die beneath the first chapter. But those who reach the second are known throughout the land. The third? They are like already aming upper echelon of the world. The fourth.....? Fifth...?
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The Eternal Mystery
No scholar, sage, or saint has ever truly understood the origin of the Heavenly Tomes. The Three Suns burn, yet do not sear. Their script pierces mountains and minds alike. Their presence defies time, space, and the laws beneath them.
Attempts to trace their source end in ruin. Some go mad. Others disappear. A few simply stop speaking, as if words no longer suffice.
So in time, the world stopped asking why—and began asking what next.
Generations have passed, each one raising their gaze, hoping to write a stronger script than the last. Hoping to craft a Heavenly Spirit not just worthy of legend, but capable of reshaping the world.
After all, this world does not teach.
It does not forgive.
It simply watches—and waits.