Dao of darkness

The last Day

The Realm of Heaven and Earth

The World of Hengjie

In the beginning, there was only the endless void—an infinite expanse of nothingness. But then, in the depths of this dark space, a sudden and violent collision shattered the silence. From this cosmic upheaval, four primordial forces were born: Chaos, Creation, Space, and Time. These mighty spirits, each wielding unfathomable power, came together in a grand convergence. Through their combined will and effort, the world of Hengjie was forged—a realm where the essence of these ancient forces gave birth to all that exists.

A cold and icy abyss .....
Long ago, nestled deep within the snow-clad mountains, there lay a small village in Shuangxue, the Land of Dark Ice. The name itself was born from the land's eerie landscape, where instead of pure white snow, a strange black hue covered everything. This wasn't just ordinary snow; it had a unique power. The black snow could nurture any heavenly treasure to its peak, giving birth to plants and herbs of unimaginable potency.

This mysterious land didn't go unnoticed. Ancient clans, whose origins were as old as humanity itself, soon encircled Shuangxue. Their greed wasn't just for the treasures the land could grow, but for something even more precious—an ancient martial art that only the villagers of Shuangxue possessed. A secret so powerful, it was said to rival the heavens themselves.

When men from distant lands, driven by greed and ambition, marched to seize this sacred ground, a single figure emerged to stand in their way. He was young, yet his presence was overwhelming, like that of a true sovereign. This was the Last Dark Sovereign, a master of the Dark Arts of Chaos, a martial art so fearsome that its name alone could stir terror in the hearts of even the bravest warriors.

As he stood before the invaders, his aura radiated an ancient, indomitable power. The sky darkened, and the air grew thick with tension. He fought with the ferocity of a storm, his dark arts turning the battlefield into a chaotic dance of destruction. Yet, despite his unmatched skill and unwavering resolve, the alliance of ancient clans overwhelmed him. They razed the village, leaving nothing but blood and blackened snow in their wake. The treasured martial arts they sought, however, remained elusive, lost to the ages—hidden within the whispers of the wind and the dark snow that covered the land.

"Clap… clap…"

The sound of applause broke the silence. It came from the children who had been listening intently to the story, their eyes wide with wonder.

The old man took a slow sip from his small cup of tea as the children's curiosity grew. A young girl, her face full of wonder, asked, "Grandpa, where did you hear this tale? And why is there no mention of the Sovereign? Were there any survivors from those ancient times?"

The old man set down his cup with a sigh and replied, "Ah, this tale is just that—a tale. No one can say for certain if it's real or mere legend. As for survivors, who can say? The world has changed much since then."

With that, he stood up, nodding to the children. They watched in silence as he left their small, humble neighborhood and made his way into a dark, sprawling alley. Here, the sound of the bustling city seemed to vanish, replaced by an oppressive silence. Shadows lurked in the corners, and piercing eyes watched him from the darkness, their glints suggesting danger. Yet, the old man remained unfazed, his steps steady and unhurried as he moved deeper into the ominous alley.

The old man stepped into the vast, open field just beyond the town's edge, his every movement deliberate and unhurried. The night was eerily quiet, save for the rustling of leaves under the gentle breeze. Only now did he turn to look back for the first time since their journey had begun.

Behind him, a sight that would have struck terror into any mortal heart unfolded. A thousand figures, each cloaked in darkness, stood poised with lethal intent. Their chi flared in unison, a wave of invisible pressure emanating from them—each one a master at the Martial King level, honed by countless battles and bloodshed.