Garogas looked at the sloppy youth in front of him with awe in his eyes. For all his senses but his most humane ones (his eyes, his nose, his ears), this person in front of him did not exist. Even the little fluctuations in the surrounding air left more of an imprint on the world than this bald headed ordinary man. Slowly, a mystic fanaticism was budding in his heart, as he thought that he may be a legendary Demon, the most powerful figures in all the continent, and probably of the whole world. He attentively observed all his movements, trying to figure the faintest trace of inspiration he could gather.

“So, how is this world called?” asked Yang Yin.

“This is the Twomoon World” answered Agamenas.

“Twomoon? But there is a single satellite up there.” And he pointed at the night sky, where a waning moon lazily illuminated the plains.

“It’s referred to the legends of the creation of the world. They say we used to have two moons until a Greater Demon tried to destroy this world and goddess Moonchild Jadesea sacrificed herself to kill him. Well, that’s the extremely short version.”

“I see.”

Then Yang Yin took a big gulp of his goblet, extending his hand and taking the whole flask, pouring all over his mouth. Satisfaction was evident all over his face. Besides him, Agamenas and Garogas looked at each other, puzzled and slightly uncomfortable.

“Ehm. So, senior. May this little one know your name?”

Yang Yin finished the entire flask of mead and exhaled happily, then answered

“Call me Daoist Taiji.”

The name resounded in their minds.

“So, venerable Daoist Taiji, if I may ask, how did you end taking interest in someone as unremarkable as me? Because I can infer you are certainly an exalted of Myriad Manifestations.”

Yang Yin furrowed his brow.

“What is that?”

“Daoist of Myriad Manifestations. A Wanxiang Adept! One of the most powerful existences within this continent!”

“Oh, I see. No, I’m not a Wanxiang Adept,” and chuckled. Garogas opened his eyes wide.

“A Primal Demon! I knew it! You, senior, are a Primal Demon!” he exclaimed. “May I know which one is your excellency? Maybe the Azure Demon of Riverblood? Or Xiamang of the Purple Abode?”

“You seem pretty informed of those things for the bodyguard of a mortal king.”

“Certainly, senior. I only got to the level I am because many years ago I became servant to an outer sect disciple of the great Willowcreek School.”

Yang Yin was slowly growing bored of the idle talk, when something happened on a distant city.

“This may be interesting.” He thought.

“Well little friends. I won’t disturb you anymore, as I think you have many things to do.”

“Wha- but we are free. In fact, it’s the only time we…”

From a distance, a messenger ran in their direction.

“My King! Sir Garogas! The Minas Empire is attacking all our recently conquered cities! They must have profited from our military expenditure to they themselves expand without much effort! The limited troops and resources we left stationed are incapable of defending and many of them have already fallen and have been captured!”

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Agamenas and Garogas were struck by the news, and instintively looked at Daoist Taiji, who had dissapeared without a trace.

Then they hurriedly left to resolve their problems.

Daolord Taiji was up again in the air, looking at the dark blue glow of the lands in the night. He sighed.

“So boring.”

Suddenly, he felt a sensation of deadly crisis rise up within him. A sense of crisis he only had when something catastrophic was about to happen. He immediately summoned his most powerful defensive secret art; a profound azure and golden glow that permeated his body.

Then the cataclysm came.

It originated from somewhere in that strange region of the primordial chaos. A titanic wave of destruction that distorted and broke the spacetime it passed by, annihilating almost any type of material that was not chaos itself. In a second, it had travelled trillions of kilometers, reaching the budding region he was in. Instants later, it was devouring the chaosworld he was in, destroying every lifeform in body, soul, and even shattering their truesouls.

He heard, deep in space, the frustrated cries of the most powerful lifeforms of each chaosworld. The anguish of the Elder Gods, that were sufficiently powerful to see themselves being annihilated, but pitifuly weak as to be unable to do anything about it. The despair of everything. Then, the Worldhearts that gave birth to them became dust and returned to chaos.

Even the Twomoon World was destroyed. The golden shield Yang Yin had used to cover the planet was designed to protect it from matters pertaining the chaosworld itself, and was made on a whim, so it had the strength to resist a full barrage of attacks from a supreme World God, but in the face of that titanic cataclysm, it only lasted for a few seconds until it was destroyed and the world it covered disappeared in the spacetime maelstrom.

“So that was the reason!” thought for himself. His body, comparable in durability to the toppest grade of Eternal Weapons, augmented by his multiple treasures and his secret art; The Primordial Chaosbody,

instead felt nothing more than a comfortable scratch in his whole skin.

“This feels nice… Oh, and where are those two?”

Then, with a thought, from somewhere within the mangled spacetime, two soft glows appeared and approached him.

“Only their truesouls, strange. It seems this maelstrom really hates all physical matter.”

Then he reinforced the glow that protected them from the distortions in spacetime, and quietly endured the passing cataclysm.

A thousand years passed.

The storm remitted. Yang Yin exhaled gladly, then sprang to action.

He produced a little gourd. Inside, there were more than ten hundred thousand million cubes of chaos nectar.

“Well. It’s time to start everything anew.”

Then he willed it, and from the gourd a constant stream of chaos nectar flowed in a seemingly neverending stream. He could have forcibly used some of his own power to condense matter and his own ability would have sufficed to erect the foundations of a gigantic Everworld, even more an ordinary chaosworld, but the personal expenditure was greater, and the matter therefore produced would forever have his own imprint and it would forever reflect his current insights into the Dao. Chaos nectar, instead, was multifarious and primordial, and so he only had to guide it to follow the local Heavenly Daos and to attune to them to form an artificial Worldheart from where a new chaosworld would form. Furthermore, linking this worldheart to the whispers of the prime essences of the universe was part of the process of creating an Everworld, as it would make the laws and profound architecture of the world more dense and durable.

“Interesting. I’ve never created a world of my own.” Yang Yin remembered distant eras. His own chaosworld had disappeared long ago, and was removed from the memory of all living things save him, as he was, as far as he knew, the only survivor of that cataclysmic war. Ever after, he roamed the endless chaos apprenticing himself to any and all types of people, becoming an expert in almost everything, and reaching unfathomable levels of power.

When the worldheart was formed, and the fist sized dark red stone was in front of him, he could sense the infinite lifeforce it contained, the savage beating of an unborn monster, of an entire myriad of worlds.

“Oh, damn, it’s about to begin the process. Wait for me, alright? I haven’t finished thinking about the details of my first little world.”

Then he forcefully suppressed the eruption of life that would give birth to the myriad lifeforms, each weaker than the last, until the chaosworld was finally established.

“So...”

“I guess I will use the Twomoon’s chaosworld architecture as a base for my world.”

The two discarnate truesouls pulsed besides him, casting a ghastly white on his robes. Truesouls forever carried the imprint of the Daos of the world that gave birth to them.

“Well, King Agamenas, Knight Garogas, I guess this is in some sense great fortune for you. You will become the basis of an entire world.”

Then with the wave of a hand he dispersed the truesouls, extracting from them the information about the local laws and Heavenly Daos from the recently deceased Twomoons Chaosworld. Of course, the information recoverable from two simple mortal truesouls was insufficient to completely recreate the entire chaosworld, so it would only form a diffuse matrix Yang Yin would later fill with the power of the Worldheart and his own power.

The two dispersed truesouls passed by the worldheart as if passing a sieve, then flowed outwards covering a gigantic area of many trillion and trillions of kilometers, covering it in a spectral holographic projection reminiscent of the chaosworld that was there moments ago. In the center of it, a little minor world was more defined than the others; it was the Twomoons minor world.

“So be it then. Flourish!”

And the world came to be.

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