The world burned so many years ago. With a fire as dark as all eight kingdoms, the pooling wrath of the demon king Yang Lifeng was unquenchable and the world felt the sting of his anger.

Nothing could stop his torture. Nothing could end the doom that had been cursed upon all three realms, across eight kingdoms, and four dimensions. The roots of the father tree would wither and die in this heat soon, finally exposing the doorway with no door that hid amongst it's roots.

The hidden doorway to Tiāntáng jiǎoxià dì dìyù.

A door so ancient it had stood there since before the kingdoms and realms were born, since before kings were made. Before all of that there was only Yang Lifeng.  For Father trees roots had been made to bar and hide the gateway to his prison. A secret gateway leading to Diyu. 

The door can only be seen from inside hell and it stands closed, with an intricate lock that runs through the door, a thousand unbreakable seals locking it on either side. It was made and warded with protections set by the three kings, unbreakable and uncharitable.  In all the time since it's creation the door has only ever been opened once. 

It was on the moon rise of ten thousand years that the portal had become weakened, as the ether crescendo of all the worlds in the galaxies aligning had occured. A rare occasion. A gift from The Primordial Spirit. A test to see if Yang Lifeng had changed.

The terror of Yang Lifeng’s anger had seethed across the realms a thousand years of fire and death. A war that ended with The primordial spirit giving up his soul to reseal the door that never opened. And the heavens and kingdoms had learned their lesson. The door was tripled with protections, locks and ancient spells. The gods knowing that if the one behind the door was released there would be fire. All the heavens a blaze and that not even a thousand army’s could stop Yang Lifeng’s anger.

There was only one way the shadow known as Yang Lifeng could escape that place now. If The Xuǎn yīgè released him. 

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A hero named Wu Xiaodān. He would be the wielder of the great primordial staff and the one to bring Yang Lifeng to his knees.

As long as there had been Yang Lifeng there would always be Wu Xiaodān the one born to fight him, to hate him and yet die for him, just as the primordial one had before. It was prophesied one hundred thousand years after the primordials death that it would be so. That the seal would weaken and once again Yang Lifeng would be met with a choice. And so would Wu Xiaodān.

No one knew what the outcome of this great battle would be. But it was Wu Xiaodān’s sacrifice that would save them all. It was destiny.

Their lives and deaths intertwined in the stars. Recorded by ancients. The two bound. Lifeng to him and he to Lifeng. The great time was coming and Lifeng would once again walk the three realms and eight kingdoms above freely. If he ever chose to assert his demon ways. And if he did not. Wu Xiaodān’s primordial staff was waiting for him.

But that would be making a promise to the kingdom below and above. And it was said breaking the seal would never come. Because to this day Wu Xiaodān had still not been born and the prophecies had sat for so long, growing long enough that to even the most ancient ancient Yang Lifeng had become a myth, a story.

But Yang Lifeng, was anything but a story. And if those ancients in the eight heavens knew or remembered they would be trembling.

But time was something Lifeng never worried about, for it passed as fast as he wanted it to. And biding his time could be effortless if he so chose.

For even though he held a eighth of his power the rest stripped from him. Power some something he still held in bounds. His power would be a burden and a temptation to others.

And through the temptation of the power Yang Lifeng held. Many over the years had come to his aid. To strive for his ascension. But their offerings were paltry to him. And not enough to make a change on the invisible chains that held him to the Tiāntáng jiǎoxià dì dìyù.

No. He would never be free, not for all the tricks in the book. For that door was sealed.

And there was no entry to any. So all Yang Lifeng could do was stare out his mirror at the eight realms of heaven surrounding him and cause little havocs, little seeds of disruption. Waiting for the day when the seal would break. And with it the end of the eight pillars that held up the heavens.

Until then he was the holder of all souls heaven said to be corrupted. Lesser demons his only companions. Biding his time and power, till that day should arise.

And the world could feel his wrath upon them once more.