Evil Gods Beyond the Three Realms — The Deviated Will of the Ultimate
Beyond the boundaries of the Three Realms, where the laws of physical space and time cease to hold meaning, there exist supreme realms and planes beyond even those cosmic expanses. These depths are so profound that the Buddhas, Daos, and Gods of the upper realms are powerless to perceive them. It is a domain of eternal stillness, yet one that now harbors the most terrifying upheavals of the cosmos.
Within these singular domains, countless ancient entities have concealed themselves across immeasurable kalpas. Throughout the passage of ten thousand aeons, their original nature has been progressively gnawed away by selfish desires and a stubborn attachment to old cosmic laws, causing them to degenerate into warped existences that have deviated from the pristine characteristics of the Great Universe.
Furthermore, there exist formless entities existing merely as cold, arrogant, and self-serving intents. Most notably, deep within the core of this decaying plane of dissolution, there exists an entity bearing the title of "The Ultimate". This entity is so magnificent that human language possesses no means to describe him; yet, he too has fallen into a state of deviation.
Simultaneously, these entities cast their dark gazes down upon the Three Realms, where the process of Fa-Rectification unfolded with a divine velocity and majesty unprecedented in the history of the cosmos. Witnessing the Great Fa spreading widely throughout the earthly world, and seeing myriad sentient beings awaken, elevate their character, and rapidly transform their innate bodies, the jealousy of these outer-realm gods erupted like a demonic fire. They perceived the purity of the Righteous Fa as a threat to their dominion.
An evil god, whose form resembled a condensed mass of pitch-black mist, released an intent that resonated like cold metal scraping against the void: — “If the Great Fa is truly supreme and magnificent, we shall execute the most ruthless tribulation. Let us test the will of those practitioners in the mundane world to see whether their resolve is pure gold refined through blazing fire, or merely vanity seeking worldly protection.”
Another malevolent deity let out a soft laugh, a sound like a blade slicing through space: — “The fate of the Three Realms was sealed hundreds of millions of years ago. Awaken the Dark Hands. Banished are those corrupt elements, straight down to the mortal realm. Let us see how long the Holy King and his disciples can endure before this grand destruction.”
The Dark Hands and the Demonic Body — Shadows Converge in the Mortal Realm
Following the secret decrees of the outer gods, the Dark Hands—malevolent spirits concealed within the intermediate dimensions of the Three Realms—began to manipulate the demonic web of destruction. These entities specialized in orchestrating human desires, power, jealousy, and fear, silently controlling weak souls to transform them into violent instruments of tyranny.
That malevolent gaze pierced through layering dimensions, converging with the dense, stagnant miasma of the Sovereign of the Divine Land. This ruler, who possessed an ancient demonic body, sat upon the apex of secular authority, silently accumulating dark energy to sabotage cosmic rectification. A cold summons echoed directly into his sea of consciousness: — “The Righteous Fa is spreading widely, and the practitioners are elevating far too rapidly, threatening your imperial throne. If you desire to maintain dominion, strike down the Fa. Sow sufficient terror and blood to force them to turn their backs upon the truth.”
The Sovereign flashed a dark smile, his malicious eyes resembling a deep, decaying pool: — “I have long awaited this moment to unleash catastrophe—to prove to the universe that the Righteous Fa and eternal faith are nothing but illusory mirages, incapable of withstanding the weight of secular violence.”
From that very instant, the dark matrix spread outward like poisonous ink poured into a ocean. A wave of grievances ascended through every dimension of the Three Realms; the celestial vault seemed to collapse downward, pressing heavily upon the earth. Any practitioner capable of sensing spiritual energy felt their chest constrict beneath the suffocating pressure of the reign of terror about to descend upon the lower world.
The Silence of the Creator and the Great Divergence
Amidst this tempest preparing to stifle all righteous faith, upon the highest realm, the Holy King—the Great Creator—stood in stillness, remaining in Great Samadhi to sustain the cosmos. With one hand, He unleashed a majestic purifying power, dissolving the corrupt elements of the old universe; with the other, He supported the tilting celestial vault, calmly observing human hearts within the maze of the red dust.
Throughout a long, agonizing year in the human world, the Creator maintained a solemn silence. He did not speak to refute heretical doctrines, nor did He provide direct explanations or immediate guidance. That magnificent silence served as a supreme mirror, illuminating the most microscopic recesses of the human mind: those who entered cultivation to pursue fame, those who sought secular profit, and those who out of fear sought divine protection... all were laid bare through their choices before the impending tribulation.
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Cruel decrees from the dark dynasty echoed from dawn until dusk across every corner of the Divine Land, branding practitioners as rebels and declaring the transmission of the Fa principles a capital crime of treason.
Under this staggering pressure, a merciless divergence took place: countless individuals who had pursued cultivation out of curiosity, worldly trend, or self-interest wavered. They turned away and betrayed their faith to choose a life of submission, falling away from the path of attaining the Fa. Ordinary inhabitants of the mundane world could only bow their heads in silence, trembling before the chaotic inversion of the age.
Conversely, steadfast practitioners heroically stepped into the eye of the storm, utilizing their bodies as unyielding shields to protect the eternal truth, raising their voices to rectify heaven and earth: — “The Great Fa is the supreme truth! Though this physical form may be destroyed, the righteous faith within our hearts remains eternally immovable!”
Tri Nhat — Overcoming the First Tribulation in the Ancient Temple
At seventeen years of age, the youthful form of Tri Nhat faced his first life-and-death tribulation when he was surrounded by a dark legion of the tyrannical dynasty at a solitary, ancient temple on the outskirts of the secular city.
Standing before rows of razor-sharp blades and enveloped by a suffocating aura, a fleeting trace of human fear that attempted to spark within his consciousness was instantly crushed by his immense righteous thoughts. Tri Nhat quietly closed his eyes. He did not flee, nor did he conceal himself; he directly confronted the terror of physical annihilation and questioned his own soul: — “If this true heart wavers out of fear for life and death, if I abandon my primordial vow merely to preserve a decaying body, then what meaning does the rectification of the Fa hold within my own being? Am I worthy of being a practitioner?”
When he opened his eyes, his microscopic spiritual consciousness had integrated with the magnificent principles of the Fa. A ribbon of soft, tranquil azure light—as immovable as diamond—erupted from the deepest recesses of his primordial soul. This energy was by no means a display of secular power, but rather the majesty of a righteous thought that had transcended the boundaries of life, death, fame, sentiment, and selfish desires.
In that transcendental instant, before the gaze of Tri Nhat, the violent legion ceased to exist as a threat. He had stepped across an invisible threshold separating mortal weakness from freedom. Confronted by this immovable field of righteous faith, the dark soldiers were struck with terror. Their souls trembling, they recoiled, powerless to touch a life form that had harmonized with the Fa. Tri Nhat triumphantly passed through his first grand tribulation.
Tieu Nguyet — Destiny Within Northern Samadhi
Meanwhile, within the wild northern lands blanketed in perpetual snow, Tieu Nguyet, though she had not yet formally entered world-bound cultivation, perceived the tapestry of celestial designs unfolding within the extraordinary samadhi states of her dreams.
She beheld the grand sky cleaved into two halves: One half was a pure, brilliant white light, resembling a grand lotus of supreme compassion in full bloom, bearing a celestial rhythm of peace. The other half was the dense, suffocating darkness of a demonic web, relentlessly emitting seductive whispers of secular power while using terror to restrict her original soul.
Standing upon the razor-thin boundary between Light and Darkness, even though memories of her previous incarnation had not yet been unveiled, the primordial nature of the Moon Palace fairy within Tieu Nguyet awakened with resolve. Each time she awoke, her heart resonated with the distant invocation of a magnificent destiny—a call from her spiritual companion awaiting her across a distant horizon. She knew that a cosmic opportunity capable of shaking heaven and earth was drawing close to her life.
The Shifting Celestial Mechanism — Decree from the Heavenly Wheel
Within the highest dimension, the Holy King slowly opened His eyes. His gaze was as deep as the universal ocean, encompassing the secrets of ten thousand aeons: — “The one-year tempest of tribulations has reached its completion. Those life forms who are as steadfast as diamonds shall advance into the next phase of rectification. Those who are weak and selfish have voluntarily chosen to fall into darkness. This is the natural selection of each great life form.”
Tri Nhat stood beside the threshold of the ancient temple, clearly sensing the profound shifting of the celestial nexus within cosmic currents. As the predestined opportunity in the north began to unveil itself, the two ancient souls were poised to reunite, their twin covenant seals would soon awaken, and the grand battle between Good and Evil within the Three Realms would advance into a tragic, heroic new chapter—one that would shake the very roots of ancient eternity.
Canto VI: The First Tribulation
Beyond the Three Realms, dark shadows rise,
To cast their webs beneath mortal skies.
The Great Creator silent stands, to test the soul,
As tempests forge diamond forms to make the spirit whole.
A ribbon of pure azure light dispels the mortal dread,
A thousand righteous thoughts arise where cosmic pathways tread.
For worldly fame and human love are illusions of the night,
Through endless aeons, steadfast steps advance toward the Light.