Vast Xuanhuang.
Countless living beings.
Endless, shadowed ages.
Only three had been granted Heavenly Destiny.
They soared into the heavens.
Breaking free of mortality to ascend to the Spirit Realm.
Requirements for talent compounded by a limited selection window.
To reach the Spirit Realm.
Was truly far, far too difficult.
Even with dragonlike talent that outshone all others.
If one missed the rebirth of spiritual energy.
And the descent of the Upper Realm.
It was still difficult to accomplish anything.
The opportunity would be lost.
Throughout the ages, how many outstanding souls, true dragons, and monstrous geniuses.
Had shaken the past and dazzled the present.
With gifts that defied heaven.
Yet in the end.
They were constrained by Heavenly Destiny.
Unable to enter the Spirit Realm.
Blazing clouds surged.
The Heaven Gate swung open.
Beams of brilliant golden radiance shot out, illuminating everything as they fell from the heavens.
Enveloping the people of all three camps.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Every living being within the light.
In an instant.
Suddenly became drifting feathers.
Soaring heavenward and vanishing.
Disappearing into the Heaven Gate.
Turning to nothingness in a flash.
"Is this... Eclosion?"
The assembled beings stared up at the sky in horror, the lakes of their hearts churning, unable to settle for a long time.
Eclosion.
A legendary method of ascending to heaven.
In ancient times.
Some had cultivated secret arts.
Condensing energy and transforming the spirit.
To achieve unity between humanity and heaven.
When ascending to the Upper Realm.
Their bodies could turn into feathers of light.
Soaring into the clouds.
Dissolving into the void out of thin air.
Eclosion.
Profound and unfathomable.
Like something out of legend.
For thousands of years.
Almost no one had witnessed it.
They had only heard of it in legends.
Who would have thought.
As everyone