“This is my first decree. My name shall only be remembered the first epoch of this world.

I am Lord Taiji, of the myriad Multiplicities. Then this very name shall be forgotten until the time a rightful heir to my legacy appears.”

Yang Yin nodded satisfiedly. He saw with his own eyes the birth of countless worlds, territories and regions within his Twoomoons Chaosworld. He was dazed by the astral dance of the primordial dust that configured the varied cosmic fauna of his own little ‘universe’. He thought how he many eons ago himself had believed that his own birth chaosworld to be an infinite universe, with the laws and the Daos to be the Eternal Law and Daos of the Heaven.

He chuckled. Only when one was powerful enough would realize the own world was just a little seed in a vast, infinite immensity, and that the Daos and essences of the universe were reserved and unfathomable.

One moment, he felt powerful fluctuations form in the distance. From the primordial chaos figures were emerging; coalesced in vortexes of power, forming distinct figures with varied forms and shapes.

“Primordial Fiendgods of my world.” Yang Yin assented gladly. “You, twelve Elder Gods, wait a bit. Sleep. This era is Lord Taiji’s era.”

Then, with his gaze, a subtle wave battered the twelve most powerful newborn figures, just before they were opening his eyes. He noticed one, a primordial Fiendgod that had already opened her eyes and looked at him with amazement. Her gaze was profound, as it already knew most things one could gather from the Heavenly Daos.

“She is the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao of Life...” thought Yang Yin, a little flickering shining in his eyes. “Still, sleep for me too.”

Then the twelve newborn Elder Gods closed their eyes to remain in stasis for a long, long time.

Yang Yin gazed absentmindedly at the newborn Fiendgod of Life. Her fair complexion and her rosy cheeks took him again in a travel to his distant memories.

“Teacher...”

In his mind the gigantic destruction that erased his birth chaosworld replayed with perfect fidelity, as if it was happening that very moment. Only the air was different, like if it had some archaic nature to it. He saw himself baptized by the mysteries of the Eight, with the halo of the Daos beckoning unto him. He saw his teacher, the old Goddess of Life, smiling at him while punishing his bad behaviour. Her appearance was strikingly similar to that of the newborn fiengoddess in front of him. A sad smile shone on his face.

“This chaosworld also carries some of my essences and memories, it seems.”

Apart from them, other lifeforms started to appear all around. The fairies, the fiends, the ghosts, the devils. Mountain spirits enshrined themselves deep in the rocks, flame giants made dwellings in the scorching mantle, the first tribes of godmen started roaming the seemingly endless lands.

Quaking and thundering accompanied the formation of the path of reincarnation, and a deep sound like the battering of the sea marked the flow of the River of Fate from this new chaosworld to the great Universe outside, never to stop again. The river flowed gracefully, pure and intact, as in this world still no lifeform had ever died within it.

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Shaking his hand, Yang Yin said:

"Now, a World for me."

Lord Taiji then took a step and appeared above the churning atmosphere of the forming Twomoons world. His gaze pierced the clouds and saw the formation of the lands and how they emerged from the first ocean. He saw something that made him laugh.

“It’s the Agaman Kingdom!”

There, floating in the interplanetary space, he produced his little red chair and sat on it.

“Well, there will be my dwelling.”

Then he glanced again at the planet and took notice:

“Such a little world. Fatten yourself a bit for me, would you?”

And with a wave of his hand, a stream of chaos nectar slowly nurtured the minor world enlarging it one, two, three, ten, and finally a thousand times, until it had a few tens of million kilometers of circumference.

“Now we wait.”

Soon, half a thousand years passed by on which Lord Taiji visited almost all planets in his chaosworld, sometimes erecting shrines, sometimes leaving the first little legacies, all leaving the Twomoons Chaosworld unvisited. When time had passed, he appeared again outside the planet.

“Have you finished cooking? Let’s make you my dwelling place then.”

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Again, the immense ocean and its currents washed Yang Yin face. He reveled on the intimate feeling this world gave him. There was certain familiar sensation about it all.

“In a place like this is that all started.”

With a thought, his vision stretched millions of kilometers looking at a particular valley filled with tall grass that slowly swayed with the newborn winds. In his memories, the old city rose in a valley similar to it. Its great walls were stained with moss, piss, and blood. The guards, the prostitutes, the nobles roamed the alleys. In this world, instead, the valley was pristine, unadulterated. Little lifeforms had recently appeared, born from the heavens, and had started making their dwellings and biomes, forming their ecosystems. Treants, fairies, demons, and all kind of petty monsters roamed around, disseminating their seed, a practice that tens of thousand years later would give birth to the mortal dust and the lesser forms; one-horned, big eared demons would become soft and tame rabbits, the gigantic Skybats would become winged beasts, and so on. Then the Fiendgods would descend and would start rising their cities, kingdoms and empires. And then the bloodbath and quest for supremacy would ensure.

“When I was born, these eras were for me so distant they were barely remembered in the oldest tales...”

Then, with his gaze, he observed the place where the Agaman Kingdom was located. There, a little settlement of godmen and some fiendgods was starting to expand. A hundred and some more huts rose against the winds. He could feel in all those people the aura and the beating of their most intimate ancestors. One little kid looked oddly similar to Agamenas, with his ruffle hair covering his dirty cheeks, laughing while playing with other children. Behind him, his older brother looked for him, his arms resting on his chest. He looked exactly like a younger Garogas. Lord Taiji smiled.

The old people had started constructing a palisade around the settlement, and the semblance of a gate with guards made him see this world with a bit more fondness.

“Then, my children. I will guide you until you can walk alone in the dark.”

With a step he descended, traveling the millions of kilometers to the exit of a forest a couple of kilometers near the settlement. With a wave of his hand, his countenance and appearance changed. Old, gray and white hair spurted from his before bald head, his features became rough and droopy. His gaze hardened and became deeper, while his twinkling, silver eyes became a dull gray encompassed by the infinite eras of time. His simple, sloppy robe became a ragged robe that undulated with the wind.

Then he left walking to the first settlement, humming a little tune.

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