Year XXXXX

Great Calamity War

The times have changed in this once beautiful world and millions of years of peace broken when they came. Tearing a spatial hole into our world demanding our undying gratitude and loyalty as they descended with an overbearing attitude.

We, of course, retaliated with our own power and forces. How would we have known these unknown, god-like beings would beat us so easily. Enraged by our "dumb" actions they began crushing mountains in each step. Raising tsunamis from each sweep of their hands and creating a storm with just a flick of a finger. They were unkillable, something born from the heaven, as if to smiting us in arrogance.

Believing they could do no more damage to our world, thousands of foreign monsters of various shapes and sizes invaded through another ripped hole in the sky, terrorizing our Divine Continent, including the other eight. These monsters caused mass destruction, murder, and consumed our people, our brethrens, our love ones.

Although fatigued and distraught, we fought back against them with all of our capabilities using the strongest of our groups to drive away the monsters whereas the weak and young ones were able to find a suitable ruin to hide in. Many of us, once sane and stable, were driven to the peak of insanity due to our loved ones perishing or missing in the years of chaos and war. Forever struck in grief, pain and hatred that crawled through the hearts of each generation.

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Our world began weeping in sadness while in need to recuperate from the damage dealt to it and went into a timeless slumber. It gave us one mission while imparting millions of artifacts, cultivation manuals, and other useful books and scriptures, hoping that someone can save and awaken it once more with the resources it had given us. Soon after the world gave us these impeccable resources and treasures freely, snow began to drift down the gloomy clouding sky. Light and bearable, continuously day after day, as life began to slowly wither from the unbearable cold.

We were at a loss, but slowly constructed a city in this tundra while finding any usable scraps from many ruins. Building a magnificent dome city to shelter and hide us from the cold and the monsters. Learning from the veterans, we trained the young ones to learn how to fight, hunt and adapt against these abnormal monsters in the changing continent. Although the snow had lessened, we still kept expanding to the surrounding areas, even as far as building structures thousands of feet underground.

We created a new language, system, rules and education based on the information we could salvage. As we finished the last portion of our majestic city, most of our generation finally passed away from old age and fatigue. They passed down the future of our world to the younger generations.

We hope someday, a born savior and a powerful cultivator would come and bring our once beautiful world back to life. To stop these god-like- No...these demonic beings and help our race fight back against these ruthless demonic monsters.