Log Entry: Cycle 784, Era of Shattered Moons

The void crackled with dissatisfaction today. Three of them, Void Tribulation masters, their auras heavy with the weight of unyielding space. They accused me of meddling, disrupting the… oh, what was it? “The delicate balance,” yes, that's what they called it. As if a few temporal ripples truly mattered in the grand tapestry of endless cycles. They seemed to think I was some kind of threat. Amusing.

They could sense the sheer volume of laws I held, a galaxy of echoes harvested from countless pawns. Fire, water, earth, even the more esoteric ones – they all thrum within me. But Time, ah, Time reigns supreme. It always has. It's the thread upon which all other laws are woven. They weren't strong enough to force my hand, not really. They didn't want to gamble on the unpredictable dance of paradox, on potential timelines where they are reduced to motes of cosmic dust. "Harmless," I am, wasn't I? They were the ones disturbing my meditation after all. I am always harmless.

Log Entry: Cycle 786, Era of Shattered Moons

The remnants of the last harvest. Pawns that no longer had anything to offer my hungry path. Their essences were too fragmented, their potential too withered to be of any true value. It felt... wasteful to simply cast them into the void. So, I set them free. Marked, of course. No master should risk such a potent asset.

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A motley collection they are. Humans, of course – always the most plentiful. But also beasts, their forms twisted and imbued with elemental energies, their minds scarred by countless cycles of servitude. A feathered serpent with scales of obsidian, a hulking, moss-covered golem whose very touch could rot flesh, a fox with eyes that shimmered with trapped starlight... each unique in their own right.

They were given their freedom, provided they fulfill one condition. Kill a Void Tribulation master. Such a feat might grant them their freedom. They will be a blight on this world, a delightful chaos unleashed. I wonder what they'll do? What new tales of destruction they’ll weave into the tapestry of this decaying realm?

Log Entry: Cycle 788, Era of Shattered Moons

My current system has reached its capacity. My essence has become too densely compacted, and I require a more expansive vessel to digest my recent gains and initiate my breakthrough into the next stage of my cultivation. A suitable system where the temporal currents are both dense and flexible, where I can fully indulge in my art. A new sandbox, if you will, to mold the strands of Time and weave them to my liking. The search begins. Let the rivers of time guide me to my next haven. I am ready.