"Gamma idiot, old wart Alpha, how come did you not invite me to this tournament of yours?"

"Oh god." Though Stillwater. Floating in the air of the Tournament world, the dreaded baldy hovered. It had pierced easily the powerful formations Hegemon Gamma had erected around it.

"Oh! Taiji, friend. Come, sit with us, let me explain." Said Hegemon Gamma, gritting his teeth. There was something strange about that bald youth. He was dressed in silky black, while he was famously only dressed in white linen.

"Your Primaltwin?" the figures asked surprisedly , and their dejection grew deeper. Not only he was incredibly, maddeningly powerful, he even had a Primaltwin! Flamestar and Mambt wanted to cry. As they were born from the Heavens, they never had a chance to form a Primaltwin in the beginnings of their cultivation road.

Yang Yin travelled all the way to the seats with a step.

"Yes, yes, I'm the Primaltwin. My true body is busy with some... errands. Eh, hey Flamestar, how's your Moonflower Sunstar? I remember having visited, beautiful place."

Flamestar smiled wryly, Moonflower Sunstar was the heavenly body that gave birth to him, and was now home to his Moonflower Sect.

"How nice. Who are those in the arena? Is that Dustrain and Tixei? And who are the others? They are pretty powerful."

"They are two lesser known Daolords; Human Emperor Agatha and Heavenly Saint Gong" informed politely Lord Mambt.

"Human Emperor Agatha? Heavenly Saint? Are they from Desolate's Universe bloodlines?"

"Yes, precisely, they have come on Darknorth's request many chaos cycles ago." Said Sovereing Alpha.

Yang Yin nodded thoughtfully. If there was someone he feared, it was Desolate, and people on his level. He sighed with some faith; he hadn't even reached the Fourth Step as a Daolord.

"What is this tournament for, Alpha old man?"

Sovereign Alpha's eyes twitched.

"Oh, nothing out of the ordinary, we are just awarding some treasures to the new emerging Daolords, nothing that I thought would catch your fancy."

"Oh, and what is the first prize?"

Daolord Taiji's eyes pierced Sovereign Alpha as he asked. The interceded felt a headache incoming.

"Well, it's..."

"No, no," interrupted Taiji. "I don't really care. I came because I need a favor. I'm going to travel to the Dark Shalakath sometime soon. I need to ask for a little this and a little that..."

All the seated figures instantly turned to face Taiji, their eyes filled with shock and greed. It was known across the vast Eternal Chaoslands that Taiji, apart from being ridiculously powerful, was insanely rich. Hegemon Gamma bloomed with a sincere smile:

"Sure, brother Taiji, just ask and you shall recieve, given you pay the right price..."

Some time later, and a few hundred million cubes of chaos nectars, most of the six figures were happily rubbing their hands or chins,

"Well, and finally, I want a complete compendium of techniques suitable for mortals, all the way to World Gods. All of them."

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The five figures opened their eyes wide. How many millions of cultivation systems had not been invented in the Eternal Chaoslands, who would have them all?

"Well, I can't claim to have them all, but my Moonflower Sect has a pretty deep foundation, with over thirty thousand top grade cultivation techniques, secret arts and divine abilities..."

"Too few. And why just top grade? Another one?"

The figures looked at one another, confusion in their eyes.

"Are you going to stablish your own sect, Daolord Taiji?" Said Gamma. After having handsomely profited from the bald robed youth, his temper became much more respectful.

"Something... like that." Muttered Yang Yin, while he felt his discarnate, oblivious soul roaming in the cycle of reincarnation in a extremely distant chaosworld.

"But you could very well produce your own cultivation methods! Every expert in this universe would go mad for an opportunity to recieve some of your teachings!" grumbled Flamestar

"Well, Sir Taiji, my Stillwater Sect has a secret, total compendium of three hundred thousand cultivation techniques, two thousand secret arts and seventeen hundred divine abilities. I only ask for you to produce for me three Dao-seals with your own power."

All present opened their eyes wide. They had not thought of that! A Dao-seal produced by this freak would be as powerful as the attack of a Supreme Sovereign, but pride also impeded them from asking them one. They marveled at Stillwater's gall.

Taiji just looked at Supreme Sovereign Alpha, who had tried to mantain a dignified posture and had scarcely participated in the barters.

"And you, old man Alpha? I know the Supreme Association roots are quite deep. Won't you sell me your cultivation compendiums?"

"No, Taiji. And even if I could, I wouldn't. They represent the might of the... now orphaned," he stressed those words, "Supreme Association."

Taiji just sighed. "Ok."

Then faced Stillwater.

"I'll make three Dao-seals for you: One will have ten percent of my full power, the second thirty, and the last half the power I can muster. The materials run on you.

"I would prefer..." said Stillwater

"-Don't test my goodwill. I know very well the value of the Dao-seals I could produce."

Stillwater then fell silent.

"You three are projections, aren't you? Well, I'll go where you are. Goodbye Alpha, Gamma."

With a finger, he pressed the space between them.

In the Stillwater sect, the mimicking water projection rippled and broke. The three seated figures were at maximum alert. From the crumbling technique, a figure formed. It was the true Daolord Taiji's Primaltwin. Flamestar, Mambt and Stillwater were dumbfounded by his appearance. It was to be known that the Universe Tournament Realm was three thousand territories away!

Soon, the bald robed youth left carrying with him the compendiums. He was humming a tune, a folk song of his deceased birth chaosworld.

"I will soon leave for the Dark Shalakath from where noone has come back, looking for enlightment on that that follows the Duality, the Unity where all things emanate. My true body and soul are sealed, back in the cycle of reincarnation. Soon enough I will step onto the Verge and will need to look for my Dao to become Eternal, the most important event of my existence. I will leave this for my little heirs and for me myself, hoping I will not have to dissipate, and in the event I do, they will surely sometime carry my inheritance."

Then he willed it, and a catastrophic maelstrom of energy coalesced around him. Twomoons Chaosworld was more than thirty hundred thousand territories apart, almost outside the most distant territories the Eternal Chaoslands knew of. A thundering roar resounded everywhere, and a bridge appeared. Daolord Taiji then stepped on the bridge, carrying him at a speed almost breaking the concept of velocity itself.

Three hundred paces later, he arrived at the silent area of space where his little chaosworld was located. The budding chaosworlds bloomed like desert flowers, with the nascent stellar glow flickering like distant golden diamond dust.

With a wave of his finger, the compendium was separated in three hundred thousand cultivation techniques, two thousand secret arts and seventeen hundred divine abilities, each one transforming into stone steles covered in formations, which then launched into the myriad chaosworlds near them.

"And I finally understand. You, Chaos, are coming, aren't you?" Taiji smiled wryly. He felt now more clearly than ever the raging presence trascending dimensions, hurrying his way here, howling powerfully in madness. He knew it was a figure many times more poweful than even he could hope to be, "At least for now."

"Well, it's time to leave. Good luck, me. Good luck, children."

He then willed the great bridge to appear again and dissapeared in the infinite darkess outside the universe, never to come back.