Before the Appearance in Vahi
Today marked the end of the deadline given to Anevous. In the grand throne room of the Creator Realm, silence reigned, save for the steady pulse of universal energy humming beneath the floor. Sun, the Supreme Being, sat upon the Astral Throne—an eternal beacon of light and order—his presence both calm and overwhelming.
Kneeling before him was Anevous, the Supreme Hierophant, flanked by thousands of masked individuals dressed in pristine white robes. Each wore a uniquely crafted mask, shrouding their identities in mystery and devotion.
Then a voice, deep and resonant, reverberated across the throne room. "Stand up."
At once, Anevous and the masked thousand rose, moving in perfect synchrony. The aged man stepped forward, his movements graceful despite his bulky appearance. With one hand folded neatly behind his back, he extended his free arm toward the group.
"My Lord, I have fulfilled your command," Anevous said with reverence.
Sun's eyes scanned the crowd. No words escaped his lips at first—only the faint glint of satisfaction in his celestial gaze. After a pause, a smile touched his face.
"Old man," he said, voice soft yet mighty, "you have done splendid work. Each individual here bears the strength of a mid to peak Baron. And among them—" his gaze narrowed toward a slim-built figure "—you, I presume, are their leader? Your energy signature is that of a mid-Viscount."
The man stepped forward slightly and bowed with dignity.
"Yes, Supreme Being," he replied respectfully.
With a nod, Sun dismissed him back into formation. Then, rising from his throne, his expression shifted to solemn resolve.
"You have all been entrusted with a sacred duty—guiding the people during the Transformation ceremony and guarding both the Ascension Isle and the Vitalis Heart. Do you understand the weight of this task?"
The masked thousand responded in unison, their voices firm, unwavering:
"Yes, Supreme Being."
Their answer rang clearly through the throne room, filled with strength and conviction. Sun's smile returned—wider now, touched with quiet pride.
The slim man gave one final respectful bow before turning away. With a simple motion, several glowing teleportation gates appeared around him. Without a word, he stepped into one and disappeared, heading toward the Ascension Isle.
Watching him go, Sun let out a small chuckle and thought to himself,"oho… spatial manipulation. Good old man, still got it."
As the shimmer of the teleportation gates faded into silence, the throne room remained still, save for the lingering hum of spatial energy. The masked guardians had departed, their purpose set into motion.
Sun's gaze lingered for a moment longer before shifting to the loyal figure beside his throne. From the shadows stepped IIpsir, his form bent low in deep reverence.
"Your Radiance," he said with solemn clarity, "the time has come. Let your brilliance descend upon those people. With your presence, the Transformation Ceremony may truly begin."
"The time… yes, it has ripened," Sun murmured, his voice deep yet it has the trace of nostalgic for him. "Let Vahi feel the heartbeat of their creator once more."
The throne itself responded to his intent—its golden veins pulsed with universal energy. Various creation and destruction energies cascaded in waves around him, forming symbols of ancient power, each inscribed with truths only known to the Origin.
Then, slowly, Sun rose from the Astral Throne.
In that moment, the skies outside the Creator Realm shimmered. Across the 10 Skies, from the Ascension Isle to the lowest fields, one could feel his aura.
IIpsir raised his head slightly, the corners of his lips betraying a rare smile.
"The Ceremony shall begin with your first step, and with that step, the world would change, Your Radiance," he said.
And as Sun moved forward, reality itself held its breath. The Ceremony had begun.
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After Sun's sudden appearance in the skies of Vahi, a wave of blinding light engulfed the city. In an instant, forty to fifty thousand people were transported into a vast, ethereal land unlike anything they had ever seen—Ascension Isle.
The abrupt shift in reality triggered panic and confusion among the crowds, but those feelings were quickly replaced by awe. The grandeur of the Ascension Isle was overwhelming for them: a sky bathed in golden mist, crystalline rivers that flowed like stardust, and landscapes teeming with a living brilliance that made everything feel surreal. For many, it was as if they had stepped into a dream.
As thoughts swirled and murmurs spread through the crowd, the sky trembled once more.
Without warning, several massive teleportation gates tore open the sky above the Ascension Isle. From these shimmering rifts descended a group of masked individuals, suspended mid-air with a chilling stillness. They did not speak. They did not move unnecessarily. Yet their presence was thunderous—deep, ancient, and soaked in mystery. Their auras blanketed the land like silent storms, commanding the attention of all.
In that moment, every soul below instinctively understood: these were not ordinary cultivators.
Among them, a slender figure stepped forward, his voice calm yet commanding as he addressed the gathering below:
"You already know why you are here. This land shall witness your transformation into Dragevil. The key lies in drinking the sacred waters of this Isle's tributaries. Remember this well: the larger, purer, and closer a tributary is to the center, the greater the power it can awaken within you. But your path to the water shall not be chosen by you—it will be granted by the will of the land itself."
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in.
"We are the Guides and Guardians of this sacred realm. It is our duty to help you complete the Transformation Ceremony. Now, begin your journey—move toward the center."
With that, the masked beings glided forward, and the crowd began to follow.
Every soul transported to Ascension Isle knew their purpose: to shed the shell of their past and awaken anew. To evolve. To become part of something far greater. The two celestial beings made it clear to them when they arrived in Draaevil continent: the day Sun, their god and progenitor, revealed himself to the world was also the day the Dragevil Conversion Ceremony would begin.
Among them was Kael- a man with no remarkable past, no prestige, no promise. Just another forgotten soul from the slums, numbed by years of hardship, drowning his days in alcohol to escape a world that had long since given up on him.
But destiny had other plans.
One day, two mysterious beings, cloaked in silence but radiating unimaginable power, appeared. Without a word, they teleported his entire slum into a new realm—a realm called Draaervil, homeland of the enigmatic Dragevil species. In Draaervil, dreams danced with reality, and possibility bloomed in the air.
For Kael, it was as if someone had opened a window in a room long sealed shut. Something shifted inside him. And then came the news that shattered his inner walls—his wife had given birth to a daughter.
For the first time in years, Kael felt something deeper than survival: hope. If not for himself, then for his daughter—he would rise.
Kael understood now. He wasn't here by accident—this was his second chance. A new beginning. Whatever life he had before didn't matter anymore. This place, strange and beautiful, was offering something more.
So, like everyone else, he followed. Even though he was still confused, something inside him said to keep moving. He looked at the floating figure ahead and decided to trust them. Step by step, Kael walked forward, heading deeper into the heart of the Ascension Isle—toward whatever was waiting for him.
However, Kael quickly noticed something strange—some people were stopped in their tracks barely 100 meters in, halted as if by an invisible wall. They pushed and struggled, but it was no use. Some masked Guardians also remained behind with them.
As time passed, more people dropped off, stopped by unseen forces. Nearly a hour had passed, and Kael's patience thinned. Frustrated, he shouted toward one of the hovering masked figures.
"Hey, dude! How much farther do we have to walk before we reach this so-called ceremony?"
The figure turned only slightly, his voice devoid of emotion as he replied, "Patience. The land will decide. The closer you reach the center, the more power it will grant you."
That answer struck a chord within Kael. Reinvigorated, he pressed forward with new determination—until, moments later, he too slammed against an invisible wall, just like the others.
He stood there, stunned. Around him, a few thousand others had also come to a halt—none able to move further.
Then, a masked man stepped forward and spoke, his voice calm yet resonating with authority.
"The land itself has not permitted you to go any further. But do not despair—just reaching this point is a testament to your potential.
Now, drink the sacred water from the river branches nearby. After drinking, do not attempt to force anything. Simply focus on the essence within the water and the transformations it brings to your body.
One warning: what follows will be pain—an intense, searing pain. But endure it. That pain will become the very bedrock of your cultivation journey. Now, disperse." Without wasting a moment, Kael, like many others, began exploring the surroundings.
The region was vast and lush, with three medium-sized river branches weaving through it. Each branch radiated a unique aura. So, based on his limited knowledge, Kael chose the one surrounded by the richest and most diverse flora.
He knelt by the river, scooped a mouthful of the sacred water, and drank it. Moments after, a heat unlike any other ignited in his core. Kael quickly sat in the lotus position as his body starts trembling.
The essence of the sacred water moved deliberately—first to the stomach, then the intestines, then to his organs, and finally diffused into the very cells of his body. The sensation was as if the essence sought to melt his physical form down to its most fundamental nature… to reconstruct it into something entirely new.
Within minutes, screams and groans filled the air. Some had already collapsed, overwhelmed by the agony. Others writhed, teetering on the brink of consciousness.
Kael's situation was no better, as his entire body felt as if it were being torn apart and stitched back together.
Blood trickled from his lips, the result of how fiercely he bit down to stay conscious. Yet, he refused to yield. In the furnace of his agony, a single image anchored him—his daughter's smile, bright and full of promise. Her face shimmered in his mind like a light in the darkness, woven together with the guardian's words: "This pain is the foundation of your future strength."
He didn't fully understand the meaning of those words. But he chose to believe them.
And the guardian had spoken true. As the sacred essence ravaged their bodies, it simultaneously rewove them. The plants and the very air of the Ascension Isle played their role—supporting, soothing, and amplifying the process. Those who could remain conscious gained more than just endurance—they absorbed greater amounts of pure universal energy, which would make their future cultivation far smoother.
Hours passed. The pain never dulled, only deepened, and then—like a wave reaching its crest—it began to subside.
Kael, drenched in sweat and with blood dried at the corners of his mouth, slowly opened his eyes. Around him, only a few others stirred. Out of thousands, only they had endured the full torment while conscious.
And suddenly a sound revibrated in the mind of all those individuals including Kael.
DING
{{ NAME: Kael Rog
SEX- MALE
RACE: DRAGEVILS
Rank- commoner
Cultivation core rank: C
STRENTH- 120
MAGIC- 95
AGILITY- 41
INTELIGENCE- 70
Contribution point: 100
Shop:
cultivation method [locked], (weapons) [locked], (portion) [locked], (information) [locked].
Missions.
No current mission available. }}
Their transformation ceremony… was truly complete.