Once everything was set and complete, Yangxuan returned to his domain—High Heaven Mountain, a towering peak suspended between the Divine Realm and the Mortal Planes.

Here, winds carried fragments of law, and the stones themselves could attain godhood through ancient resonance. It was the birthplace of his divinity and the ground where he would assemble the blessings for the chosen mortal.

After a moment of contemplation, Yangxuan began selecting the three blessings he believed the mortal would need for the trial ahead.

The first blessing was of the Mortal Rank—[Holy Child]. On its own, this blessing merely enhanced bodily vitality by 22% per minute, an innocuous trait by divine standards… But when paired with higher-tier blessings, it awakened fully, transforming into the mantle of a Heavenly Envoy: Holy Saint Child.

For the Ascendant Rank blessing, Yangxuan chose a sword-related blessing - [Innate Sword Heart], a blessing that granted unmatched affinity with the sword. Unlike other ascendant rank blessings, the innate sword heart also possesses two dormant evolutions—unlockable only through genuine progress: reaching tier 2, the mortal can begin to comprehend the sword.

Upon reaching tier 6, the second stage evolution [Sun and Moon Sword Heart] is unlocked. Comprehension deepens. Insight sharpens. Sword mastery ascends to the Grandmaster Realm, standing at the peak of each race. At tier 8, it evolves into [Yin-Yang Divine Sword Heart]. A step into the realm of the Sword Saint, a being whose blade could split seas and shake continents.

Yet Yangxuan believed mortals would one day rise far past this—a future where they would stand among the divine. Thus, the Divine Rank blessing—[Holy Vessel Physique]— would serve as the ignition. propelling mortals towards the path of demonic slaughter.

With this blessing, the chosen mortal’s body would be reforged into a Supreme Physique with a strengthened essence core, awakening the All Attribute trait, Heightened soul foundation, and infinite potential in soul cultivation.

A faint smile touched Yangxuan’s lips.

“These will do.”

Each blessing was birthed from natural law and required fragments of divinity to stabilize. He gathered them into a crystalline container forged from his own divine light—a vessel capable of housing three frequencies without collapsing—and sealed it.

The moment the lid closed, a pulse of holy radiance spread across High Heaven Mountain.

Satisfied, Yangxuan transformed into a three-tailed divine crow and descended toward the mortal realm, hoping fate would guide him.

 

[Now that we have fully entered the story outside of Ji Chen’s perspective, narration will shift between the Creator and the Creations. I, System-α, will occasionally appear to clarify terminology and reveal deeper lore.]

 

This task proved far harder than he expected. Yangxuan had only just left High Heaven Mountain in his crow form when he arrived at the center of the Huayin Galaxy, known as the Spiral Core Region. It is here that the Amahime race formed their civilization.

The Huayin Galaxy was not a simple spiral. Ji Chen had shaped it with deliberate precision, carving its structure so each spiral converted chaos essence into divine essence. At its center was a large platform, Central Spiral Sanctuary, becoming one of the most coveted sacred lands within the third universe.

Naturally, the four strongest Amahime tribes made this place their home. occupying the eastern spiral arm were the Arashi-no-Tsubasa tribe, governing two star regions, a hundred thousand planets, and commanding twenty-nine of the ninety-six lesser tribes. Following suit, the Shuka-no-Hane chose the western spiral arm, Homura-Kamiyoku the southeastern spiral arm, and the karyushi the southern spiral arm.

Each tribe occupied an entire spiral arm, governing millions of planets and holding the political, cultural, and spiritual authority of their race.

Beyond the spiral core lay vast star belts, shifting nebula rings, and drifting astral typicall called The Outer Star Regions. These regions housed the remaining 96 tribes, scattered across the Outer Wing Settlements, Starlit Fringe Colonies, white Dust Belts, and barren wastelands.

These tribes varied wildly in size and heritage, forming the bulk of the Amahime population.

South of the galaxy’s main rotation lay a scarred region—once a thriving cradle of Amahime civilization. Now, it was a chaotic graveyard of shattered worlds, polluted by high-density Chaos Essence.

It was here that Yangxuan now stood atop a silent land. spanning thousands of miles, all he found were bodies—Dried husks of men, women, even children. The stench of evil clung so heavily that even Yangxuan’s divine form felt disgust. enforcing his body with divine essence, He opened his third eye, pushing back the corruption long enough to scan the plane.

And then he saw A small child crouched over a dried corpse. The moment the child looked at Yangxuan, he instinctively released a burst of essence—so pure and explosive it obliterated the evil energy polluting the realm.

When the dust settled, he smiled toward Yangxuan.

"What an unusual child? For him to contain such pure essence in this wasteland is impressive."

Yangxuan stepped forward, his three-tailed crow form radiant and embodying the calm authority of a high god. The wasteland around him still crackled from the child’s instinctive outburst. Mountains had been shaved clean. The ground glowed faintly where the evil aura had been vaporized.

Yet the child simply stood there barefoot, holding a crude wooden toy. with flowing silver hair and a pair of golden irises. His wings—still small and soft—shimmered faintly with undeveloped law lines. But his body…It was complete.

which was unprecedented within the amahime race. When creating them, Ji Chen had created and set several origin laws within their physique. Due to how special he wanted them to be, he felt stripping them of their law-born abilities at infantry would allow them to perceive the world through mortal trails.

Thus, only once an amahime has reached the maturity stage could they unlock their innate traits and obtain their law wings.

Yet here in front of Yangxuan was a young child born with wings and carrying golden irises that could dispel evil. Although he was not aware of the amahime secret, after watching them these past ten thousand years, he knew and understood that no amahime was born with their wings

Yangxuan narrowed his eyes. “Finally, after tens of thousands of years, I can return home,” summoning the child through essence arts,  Yangxuan called forth the container of blessings. The crystalline box trembled slightly, reacting to the child.

He descended slowly, letting his form soften so he would not terrify the child.

“What is your name?”

The boy tilted his head, his eyes bright and strangely calm.

“…I don’t have one.” Yangxuan blinked. A nameless child? In an Amahime tribe?

Yangxuan’s breath caught. Since their creation, it's been a custom for a newborn to receive a name through baptism of life. If a child is not baptised by their third birthday. even upon reaching maturity, they can never truly awaken their law wings.

for a child without a name, to have silver-veined wings and golden irises. Such an existence was unheard of. He extended his divine sense deeper—carefully, gently. And then—

"nothing"

no matter how much he probed the child, nothing within him seemed 'special', yet that puzzled him greatly. But alas, it's been ten thousand years. tired and weary of traversing the mortal planes, he dismissed the suspicion and stared at the child.

Just by being near the child, Yangxuan could feel the pure essence that lay within him. He was proud that, after all this time, he could complete his mission and return.

"My young boy, how old are you?" he probed. 

Titling his head toward Yangxuan. The kid shook his head.

"I don't know."

"Then are you the only one here left?" nodding, the young child pointed at the dried corpse he was crouching over.

“Dad,” he said softly.

The word carried no sorrow—only innocence. Yangxuan lowered himself, his expression gentle. “Child… are you the only one left here?”

The boy nodded.

“Are you here to kill the bad people?” he asked innocently. Yangxuan’s eyes softened. He looked at the shattered wasteland, at the corpses, at the remnants of a conflict that had spilled far beyond mortal capability. “…Not yet,” he murmured. “But one day a hero will rise to.”

The crystalline container at his side trembled, responding to the boy’s presence. Yangxuan extended his hand.

“I came searching for someone who could carry the fate of their race,” he said. “Someone whose body is strong enough, whose soul is stable enough, and whose spirit will not be corrupted by darkness.”

The boy looked up at him with a smile that had yet to travel a mile.

“I came searching for a hero,” Yangxuan continued, “and now I see I have found him.”

The boy hesitated only a moment before placing his small hand into Yangxuan’s palm. The container burst with radiance, three spiraling blessings rising into the air.

“…Do I get a name now?” the boy whispered. Yangxuan smiled.

“You will receive one soon. But first—”

His wings unfurled, divine light swirling around them both.

“—You must pass the descent of the blessings.”

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Name: Huayin Galaxy
Type: Divine-Engineered Spiral Galaxy
Creator: Ji Chen

Structure:

• 4 Primary Spiral Arms — convert Chaos Essence into Divine Essence

• Central Spiral Sanctuary — sacred region of highest law density

• Outer Star Regions — home of 96 lesser tribes

Major Residents: Amahime Race
Key Regions:

• Eastern Arm — Arashi-no-Tsubasa Tribe

• Western Arm — Shuka-no-Hane Tribe

• Southeastern Arm — Homura-Kamiyoku Tribe

• Southern Arm — Karyūshi Tribe

Notable Hazard:

• Southern Wastelands — corrupted graveyard polluted by high-density Chaos Essence