【The Floating World】(Chapter 1)

In the vast universe, a floating oocyte was stirring,
proof that another deity was about to be born. Sure enough, soon the amniotic sac shed itself, and a lovely little girl was born. The baby
opened her one red and one blue eyes, blindly scanning her surroundings before bursting into tears.
By normal human standards:
On the first day, the little goddess grew to about three years old, truly an adorable infant. On the second day, the little goddess
grew to about eight years old, truly a mischievous little girl. On the third day, the
little goddess grew to about twelve years old, her youthful face beginning to show beauty.
On the fourth day, the little goddess grew to about sixteen years old, having already become a graceful young woman.
On the fifth day, the little goddess grew to about eighteen years old, her sky-blue hair flowing and shimmering like the Milky Way; now she
possessed the most perfect physique of a goddess. If she could gain the power of creation on the sixth day and the power of destruction on the seventh day
, she would become one of the true goddesses among countless gods.
But on that same day, things took a turn. The Flame Emperor, with his long, fiery tail, passed by and
discovered the young goddess who had just come of age.
In this vast and boundless space, encountering a demon, ghost, or god is incredibly rare! Especially
for a female deity who hasn't yet gained power. Thus, in this universe where you devour me, I devour you,
the Flame Emperor effortlessly subdued the still-immature goddess, using his fiery fingers to tear open her
beautiful clothes made from her amniotic sac. His claws grasped and licked the high, firm breasts of her snow-white body, and as the goddess
struggled, he thrust his blazing, fiery penis into her flower.
The goddess tried to twist and writhe to escape the demon before her, but without power, she was no
match for the Flame Emperor. In the end, she could only futilely moan to alleviate the pain of each intense thrust. This
sexual encounter ended two days later amidst the little goddess's desperate moans. Finally, with a final, all-out thrust
, the Flame Emperor's flame-encased semen, accompanied by a whooshing sound, shot into the little goddess's womb, the vessel for countless
dimensions.
Having satisfied his lust, the Flame Emperor cruelly dismembered the defenseless little goddess at the waist, even severing
her head to keep as a collectible.
Was the little goddess truly powerless to resist? If not two days ago, then no. Just as the Flame Emperor, laughing,
held the dripping head, wiping the filth from her genitals with the little goddess's bright red lips, her previously tightly
closed eyes suddenly snapped open, two beams of light, one red and one blue, striking the Flame Emperor…
The Flame Emperor was horrified to find his body slowly shrinking while his divine power rapidly vanished; he tried to escape but
was powerless. Because no matter how powerful a god is, even if they can destroy countless spatial planes with a wave of their hand in the universe,
once they enter a plane they wish to enter, they must obey the ironclad rule of the spatial cage.
The little goddess exploited this before her death, because she had already gained the power of creation on the sixth day, making it
incredibly easy for her to create a plane. At that time, the lustful Flame Emperor was completely unaware of her scheme
. When the goddess used her scattered fragments of her amniotic sac to create a transparent shield enveloping the two of them, their fate
was already sealed.
The goddess's body, broken in two, became two large pieces of land. The headless upper half, after becoming land, was later called
the Ester Continent. Actually, the Western Continent should have been divided into two different plates, north and south. Perhaps the Flame Emperor
was enjoying sex so much that he bit off the goddess's two nipples. As the two half-broken nipples rolled to the cleavage before the upper half turned into land
, the continental bridge spanning north and south appeared. The lower half, below the chest, later
became known as the Eastern Continent of Tianyuan, its forked legs making the land resemble a V.
Simultaneously, the goddess's long, flowing blue hair transformed into a boundless sea encircling the two continents, her essence transforming
into countless living beings that traversed this new plane. The goddess's last breath became wind and air,
her tears turning into rain, and her red and blue eyes becoming the sun and moon.
When the Flame Emperor awoke, he had no idea how much time had passed. Knowing the power of the Prison Order, he decided to first control
this newly born world, then find a way to break through this plane and return to the universe.
However, he was too naive. The goddess's immense resentment before her death caused all the beings evolved from her essence
to harbor an innate hostility towards the Flame Emperor.
Although he retained less than a fraction of his original power, the Flame Emperor was still the strongest being in this plane
. But even with his strength, he could not escape the constraints of the Prison Order; repeated killings only brought all
the primordial beings together.
In a past battle, facing a united enemy, the Flame Emperor suffered a crushing defeat and fled. In his grief and reflection, he remembered his only remaining
ally: the sperm that had once entered the goddess's womb. After much hardship, the Flame Emperor finally
found the entrance in the dense black forest at the V-shaped cape of the Eastern Continent. He traversed winding, dark tunnels and found
the "remnants" of countless previous eruptions.
Relying on his innate affinity and immense power, the Flame Emperor conquered these
sperm, which had also transformed into primordial beings. To his even greater surprise, the eggs in the goddess's womb had also evolved into primordial spirits. Using their own powerful strength
and ferocious sperm, they quickly conquered the area and nurtured even more powerful life forms from these egg spirits.
(Only a few lucky egg spirits escaped to the surface and merged with surface creatures, giving rise to entirely
new forms of life.)
Time passed, and the Flame Emperor, feeling his time had come, led his minions back to the surface.
Confident of victory, he failed again. Because throughout the endless river of time, the surface races were not so
easily bullied.
They evolved into six major genealogies and tens of
thousands of branch races: elves, orcs, merfolk, giants, dwarves, and the surface overlords, humans. Moreover, unlike the primitive elves of the past who relied on simple telekinesis to fight, they had learned
to use weapons.
Initially, the Flame Emperor's army, with its overwhelming strength, swept across the eastern and western continents. However, as all
the races united, the situation gradually changed. The final battle took place on the sea between the eastern and western continents
, where the various races, after suffering 80% casualties, defeated the Flame Emperor's army.
Just as the wounded Flame Emperor prepared to retreat again in hopes of a comeback, the sun and moon
rose together in the sky, two beams of light filled with rage striking him. The world froze for a few seconds, then
a violent explosion engulfed everything in its path.
When the sky and sea returned to calm, a colossal wave rose from the sea, severing all
contact between the East and West continents.
The Eastern Continent of Tianyuan, due to its homogeneous human population, preserved
the profound calamity brought by the Flame Emperor, thus preparing for the bloodshed that would erupt tens of thousands of years later.
As for the Esteri Continent, its diverse population and the subsequent wars and famines over tens of thousands of years
left no one to record the impending crisis.
The Flame Emperor's fragmented consciousness split into two parts, first striking in the Eastern Continent. However, the prepared humans
met the Flame Emperor head-on, and although they could not kill him, they temporarily achieved peace.
The story begins in the Eastern Continent, shortly after their victory.
Chapter
One
On the vast, azure sea, waves crashed against the rocks. On a wide, hundred-foot-high cliff, twelve people
sat in a circle. Behind each person were twelve assistants, and behind each of these twelve assistants were one hundred and
twenty more. And that wasn't all; behind each one hundred and twenty were twelve hundred more forming an even larger formation.
From above, a massive magic circle was drawn on the ground. If you continued looking down the slope, you would
see countless billowing plumes of dust rushing towards them in the distance. The enemy's advance was swift yet orderly;
anyone experienced in military formations would praise them as an elite force.
In the center of the magic circle, an old man gazed at the distant, sun-obscuring sea, while the young woman beside him watched the approaching column with hopeful eyes
. However, judging from her gradually disappointed expression, it seemed the person she was waiting for
would not appear.
Arriving on horseback was the renowned Black Flag Army of the Eastern Continent. Unlike the solemn, black-clad cavalry,
leading the charge was a beautiful woman with a red silk bun and delicate armor, seated on a jade saddle. Her bound feet slammed into the stirrups,
and she leaped forward from afar, her crimson cloak billowing in the wind.
The waiting woman shook her head and smiled wryly, "You're still so impulsive, girl. Did my heartless sister
force me to wade into this mess?"
"Sister Mingyue really doesn't want you to leave," Cang Yuelan said, now completely lacking the commanding presence of a female general.
Nalan Mingyue playfully pinched her nose, "Alright! You're almost married, and you're still acting like a little girl
. Aren't you afraid your future husband will laugh at you?"
Cang Yuelan straightened up, embarrassed, and retorted, "If he dares to laugh at me, he'll have to ask my Black Flag Army first
."
"Pfft," Nalan Mingyue couldn't help but laugh, "Little girl, so fierce! Looks like our great swordsman Qin
is in for a rough time.
" "Who's talking bad about me?" A figure flashed in the distance, arriving in a few leaps—it was Cang Yuelan's fiancé
, the star-struck swordsman Qin Wushuang. He gave his future wife what he thought was his most cheerful smile,
but unexpectedly, Qin Wushuang returned a puffed-up back. Embarrassed, Qin Wushuang pulled a letter from his pocket and handed it to him.
Nalan Mingyue opened the letter, read it, and sighed. It seemed her sister, Nalan Mingzhu, really wasn't coming. She hadn't
expected that her usual laziness and cunning would end up being outmaneuvered by her sister; she was truly annoyed.
The old man turned and instructed, "Disciple, it's almost time. I won't say anything more, just remember not
to act rashly..."
That wasn't enough! He'd been nagging her for over an hour, and Nalan Mingyue was annoyed by the old
man's nagging. The old man's words were cut short by the distant thunderous roar of the sea curtain, which waved for
those unrelated to him to leave the magic circle.
At that moment, a cloud of dust rose as more people arrived, those not on horseback running and leaping with incredible speed.
Among them were strangely dressed swordsmen and renowned generals with impressive military might.
Some in the middle of the crowd still bore traces of blood, clearly having rushed there after a life-or-death battle.
Everyone stopped halfway up the mountain to personally see off this
extraordinary woman who was crossing the sea westward for the future of the Eastern Continent.
Cang Yuelan, watching the increasingly bright pillar of light from the magic circle, shed tears and cried out, "Sister Mingyue
, please take care! I will stay here at all times. As soon as the sea curtain disappears, I promise you will be the first to see the majestic Black Flag Army!"
Armored in golden helmet, Zhong Tianlei, the first vanguard general of the Fangtianshuo Continent, shouted, "Little sister, you can go with peace of mind
. I, the Vanguard General, will be the first to lead the troops to the front lines!"
The solemn atmosphere was broken by the rascal's words, which brought laughter. Nalan Mingyue wrinkled her nose, knowing that
he meant no harm, but she couldn't help but laugh and mutter, "You're the one who can go with peace of mind! If it weren't for my sister's mischief
, we wouldn't need me!"
Qin Wushuang, filled with heroic spirit, leaped into the air, pointed to the distant mountain range, and shouted with his inner force, "
Miss Nalan, look here! As soon as your Nine Dragons Heaven-Shaking Arrow sounds, our million soldiers, ready for battle, will
appear before you at the same moment the sun rises!"
In an instant, the shouts resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and the majestic and powerful aura even infected Nalan Mingyue, who disliked conflict
.
The Twelve Heavenly Firmaments Formation had reached its peak, and the colorful rays of light converged at the center. The old man
gave Nalan Mingyue one last loving look : "Disciple, Master will go find some good mahjong partners over there, so you
'll have a good seat when you come back." After saying this, the old man turned around, breathing heavily, preparing to channel all his energy into the magic array
to forcefully break through the barrier.
Just as the old man was slowly reaching the peak of his energy, Nalan Mingyue grabbed her master's sleeve: "Master,
if you know this in the afterlife, please save me a good seat. People say that the North Wind loses everything, if you save
that seat for me, I'll never play with you again after I'm gone!"
"Haha! Good disciple, when you come, I'll be the host, you sit on the west, and we'll be invincible!" the old man said, his hands...
Golden light flashed in her eyes, and she inhaled deeply through her mouth and nose, drawing the multicolored light from the magic circle into her body. Then, with a sonic roar ,
she trailed a golden beam of light towards the sea curtain on the horizon.
A blazing white light shone first, followed by a low rumble of thunder that grew louder as it approached, finally deafening everyone temporarily
. Nalan Mingyue leaped onto the golden light left to her by her master, glanced back with a smile, and vanished from sight in a flash
. The tear in the sea curtain on the horizon quickly healed itself, as if nothing had ever happened
…
××××××××××××
North Continent of the Esteris, Dawn City of Calbadia, the capital of the Saint Reines Empire.
“Miss Celeste, is the Queen going to pray again?” Several maids followed behind, carrying silver basins and other items,
chattering incessantly.
Xilis gathered her loose red hair. "Yes, war has broken out again in the north, and the Queen is very worried about
His Majesty the Emperor who is away on campaign. Remember, when we get to the Crescent Moon Palace, don't make a sound. If anyone
speaks out while the Queen is praying, and you anger the Goddess of Dawn, you'll be in trouble."
The girl carrying the palace lantern asked doubtfully, "Do gods really exist in this world?"
This was a difficult question to answer, since no one had ever seen a god with their own eyes. Xilis hesitated for a moment before
replying, "I think it's a matter of belief; if you believe, they exist, if you don't, they don't." However, seeing the bewildered looks in the young palace maids' eyes, she
could only smile.
The young palace maid carrying the silver basin pouted, "Sister, what you're saying is too profound. I don't know about gods or not. As long as
I'm well-fed and clothed every day, that's enough."
Her words were simple, but they reflected the sentiments of these young girls who had just entered the palace and the common people. It didn't matter who was emperor, even if it was the northern
orcs. The premise is that people can be fed and clothed, and if they are to be a little more luxurious, a touch of dignity
would be even better. The Reins Dynasty achieved this, which is why it has stood
for a millennium in its ten-thousand-year history on the northern continent.
"Wow, the Crescent Palace is so tall!" the little palace maids exclaimed in amazement at the 700-meter-high building.
Siris smiled and told the little girls about the origin of the Crescent Palace. The Crescent
Palace was built 1700 years ago by Nit Elon I, the founding emperor of the Reins Dynasty
, who accidentally discovered the White Jade Magnetic Mountain in the Hundred Thousand Mountains during his expedition to the Western Dwarf Empire
. It took 37 years to complete and is the tallest building on the continent. Each of the smooth, magnetic jade pillars is nearly 100 meters long. Legend has it that the
roof, which forms the foundation of the entire building, is a single, continuous magnetic jade pillar running through the entire Crescent Palace.
It is 400 meters taller than the main hall of the Continental Magic Guild and 320 meters taller than the Papal Palace's Great Temple. Since
the completion of the Crescent Palace, it became the first city in the inland country to see the sunrise, hence its name,
the City of Dawn.
The then-president of the Magic Guild, Archmage Nitoor, attended the inauguration ceremony and couldn't help but exclaim, "Eron
, I might as well marry you! You've been pursuing my sister for decades, truly devoted; using this to marry her is far too
extravagant!"
Nitoor flicked his cloak, "If Bellore likes it, I'll even lead my army to seize the Coral Palace of the Sea Clan if it's not mine
."
Pope Vayne III, with five hundred priests and twelve high priests, after bestowing the permanent
blessing of the Dawn Goddess, jokingly said, "Emperor, I think you shouldn't marry Bellore.
How about I exchange the Saintess Moya for this Crescent Palace?"
Hearing this, the young palace maids laughed, their faces turning red.
"Sirius was telling the new maids another tired old story," she said, her blood-red, gold-trimmed armor and flowing
white floral cloak accentuating her figure. Without Sirisus needing to explain, the new maids knew who she was and bowed
respectfully, "Greetings, Baroness Talia."
Talia waved her hand and smiled, "Hehe, these new little girls are so cute."
"Baroness Talia, are you much older than them?" The sorceress Hathaway emerged from within, then,
before the maids could retort, called out, "Respectfully escorting His Highness back to the palace."
Hearing the young prince's appearance, everyone knelt down. Some of the bolder new maids secretly glanced
at the future king of the country. Surrounded by a group of golden-armored guards and followed by four sorceresses, five-year-old Prince
Heinrich walked out carrying a bright red apple.
"His Highness is so cute! I really want to hug him and kiss him!" These little girls, still unaware of the strict palace rules,
immediately regretted their actions. The golden-armored guards suddenly rushed forward, raising their golden greatswords high to strike
.
"Stop!" Talia swayed, shielding the terrified palace maids.
The prince was intrigued by these "courageous" girls; he was too lonely in the royal family. This was undoubtedly
caused by the current emperor, a man who aspired to be on par with the founding emperor, and
had extremely high expectations for his only son.
Therefore, under Hathaway's high demands, although Queen Shelley doted on him, he was still strictly controlled by his father.
Besides his mother Shelley, the only women who could speak to him were the lady-in-waiting Sirius, the baronet swordswoman
Talia, and the sorceress Hathaway. Of course, if the latter three weren't the queen's childhood companions, such special
privileges would be hard to come by.
This situation always occurred whenever a bold woman tried to speak to him; the young prince couldn't
hide his disappointment.
Hathaway knelt down: "Your Highness, please return to your palace to rest." As the prince's personal magical bodyguard, Hathaway
recalled her guards, nodded to her two girlfriends, and accompanied the prince away.
Watching the young prince's every step and glance back in their direction, Talia turned to Silis and shrugged helplessly: "
Hathaway, really! No wonder they say magicians have such wooden expressions. Little Hathaway used to be so adorable!"
Seeing her friend's exaggerated expressions and actions, Silis chuckled: "Alright, hurry up and go in. Do you really want the Queen
to personally greet you?"
A platinum-woven purple-gold flower crown, exquisite earrings carved with azure stars and diamonds. A white sleeveless palace dress
, double-layered: the outer layer was made of luxurious silk stitching, while the inner layer was
woven from the unique ice silk of the Atis snow mountain in the north of the Reins Empire, so even in the sweltering summer, wearing such a heavy palace dress wouldn't feel stuffy.
The skirt, supported from the inside, flared out like a flower, with a long, snow-
white train extending over three meters from the center outwards along the lace trim at the back.
The perfect garment, worn by a perfect woman, was a masterpiece. The only slight regret was that Shelley hadn't
worn a corset. This was unavoidable, as the Queen was already four months pregnant.
Silis took the silver basin from the maid, its surface adorned with fragrant flowers, and stood
beside the Queen.
Shelley dampened a handkerchief and gently wiped the exquisite statue of the Goddess of Dawn, a habit she had after each prayer. "
Talia, is there any news from His Majesty the Emperor of the North?" Shelley asked, setting down the handkerchief and turning to face her.
"Hmm," Talia responded softly, then gestured for the maids to leave. She
took out the crystal ball the court sorcerer had used that afternoon to receive messages, infused it with magic, and the figure of Emperor Helis appeared in the sky above the room.
After the usual opening introduction to the battlefield situation, Helis inquired about his beloved wife's health during her pregnancy, his
concern tinged with longing. His usually stern and unsmiling demeanor, coupled with his tender words, created a strange impression. While Helis
was composed and self-controlled, Talia's emotions were readily apparent. She had completely abandoned any ladylike manners, patting
her breastplate and laughing heartily.
Perhaps due to the long separation, His Majesty missed his wife dearly, and his blatant, explicit words of love
only ceased when the crystal ball's energy dissipated. Queen Shelley, blushing, savored every word her husband had spoken, before feigning
anger: "Talia, your laughter always infuriates me. Come here and let me punch you."
"Yes, my beautiful little queen," Talia replied with a grin, stepping forward, standing at attention, and puffing out her chest in a
gesture of heroic sacrifice.
Looking at her friend in full military uniform, Queen Shelley clenched her small fists, finding no place to strike
. She could only stomp her foot and take Sirius's arm, complaining, "Good sister, don't you do anything about her? She's been bullying me since we were little!"
Sirius covered her mouth and chuckled, "Oh dear, oh dear! My Queen, how can I possibly discipline her? In terms of rank,
Talia is a baron, and I'm just a high-ranking lady-in-waiting. In terms of martial arts, she's a guild-certified first-class magic swordsman;
my pen-wielding hands can't beat her." After saying this, Sirius gave Talia a rare playful look,
as if to say, "See how loyal I am?"
Of course, Shelley didn't miss a thing. She patted Sirius on the shoulder with her handkerchief, "Fine, you two are ganging up on me today
. I'll go summon Hathaway to help."
Talia smiled and took Queen Shelley's arm, "Can't I surrender? We'll team up to subdue Sirius, and then you
can use the Queen's decree to bestow her upon Earl Ellen of Burleyton."
"Ah!" Silis gasped, covering her mouth with her handkerchief. She released Queen Shelley and chased after her, blushing and angry:
"You naughty girl! I was just trying to help you, and you turned out so bad! Who would marry that old lecher Ellen?" Queen Shelley sat there, smiling happily. She was so grateful to have Silis, Talia 　　, and Hathaway, her three childhood friends,
in this chaotic palace . What's more, she had a loving husband, an obedient son, and 　　a vibrant life growing inside her. As a woman, wasn't that enough happiness? 　　 In the summer of 1879, the fourth year of the Western Continent (Note: every ten thousand years is a cycle equal to one calendar, then 　　the calculation restarts), a loud bang came from the sea in the Southern Hemisphere. At noon, the sky suddenly turned pitch black, 　　only returning to normal an hour later. 　　 The entire continent was in panic; no one knew what had happened. The person who caused this panic was patting his chest and 　　grumbling: "My damn sister, making me take on this damn job..." 　　 (To be continued)

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