Amidst the chaos and destruction that befell our world in the aftermath of the War over Heaven, there was one figure that stood out amongst the rest. His name was Zhu Lian, the first and only celestial cultivator the world had ever known. He was a man of immense power, his presence alone capable of making even the bravest of warriors quiver in fear. He was feared and respected by all, for his power was unmatched, and his wrath was swift and terrible. With a mere wave of his hand, he could level mountains and shatter oceans, and with a single word, he could command legions of spirits to do his bidding.

Zhu Lian's legacy was one of destruction and death, and it was said that he alone was responsible for the calamatous state of the world. His actions had consequences that echoed throughout the ages, leaving behind a world that was forever changed. His name was whispered in hushed tones, his deeds spoken of in fearful reverence. And yet, despite the devastation he wrought upon the world, there were those who still worshipped him as a god, a being of unimaginable power whose greatness could never be matched.

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But now, as I look upon the world with weary eyes, I cannot help but wonder if history is repeating itself, and if the coming of Xian Wei, the final descendant of Zhu Lian, will bring about a second apocalypse.