The Arrival and Beginning of Everything

Pain...

Darkness...

Endless rage surged and churned through his vast consciousness.

Though he could sense his own existence, he could not open his eyes to see, could not use his ears to hear, and could not even bend a finger. It seemed that everything once familiar, as instinctive as breathing, had been stripped away from him.

Yet his consciousness was expanding, like an electrical grid suddenly powered on, spreading in a rushing instant and sweeping through every corner.

This was... the core of a planet.

This was... the supreme origin.

Sarodar.

That name appeared in his mind with incomparable clarity. It was his new name.

A World Soul, one of the universe's greatest miraculous existences, was the juvenile form of a Titan.

Well, more accurately, it could not even be considered juvenile. At most, he was a Titan embryo, still developing into form.

His memories of Earth remained crystal clear, as did his memories of being human.

Though he did not know how any of this had happened, he wanted to remember. His name was Hu Feng. He came from Earth. He had once been an ordinary, unremarkable person. No matter what he became, he could never lose his original self.

Ideals were full, but reality was harsh. Before Hu Feng could even firm up his resolve, an agonizing pain swept through his consciousness.

He wanted to cry out, but could not. His flesh seemed to be melting, tearing apart.

Two unfamiliar external energies were ravaging him, a Titan World Soul utterly incapable of resistance.

Dark green energy spread along the right side of his body, its flame-like burning sensation unceasing.

It seemed the will of this power's master had deviated. Fel Energy was corrupting the Titan World Soul rather than killing him.

Dark green energy churned and surged within the World Soul. The Titan body formed from divine power also showed signs of Fel corruption. The energy spread like cracks across the Titan's right side and continued upward, finally converging in his right eye.

An incomparably dense, godly Fel Flame blazed fiercely in the eye socket. At the same time, a pair of curved demonic horns grew from his forehead. Their surfaces were covered in gully-like patterns, with dark green Fel Flame flowing through them like water.

The other pitch-black energy was no less willing to fall behind. After Fel corruption had corrupted the Titan's right side, the Void spread over as well and began eroding the Titan's left side.

At the same time, a burst of frenzied whispers rang through the Titan World Soul's consciousness. The whispers seemed to possess the power to twist one's will. They wanted the World Soul to fall and become the servant of their master.

The corrosion brought by the Void was incomparably cold, accompanied by a burning pain that struck at the soul.

But just like the former, the Void failed as well. Its master's will had deviated here. The pain brought by the Void did not make the Titan World Soul submit to those whispers. Instead, it stirred an immensely powerful desire to survive and the deeply buried potential within him.

Like Fel Energy, the Void corrupted the Titan's body, but also attached itself within it. As it assimilated the body, it began spreading upward, eventually condensing a dense Void Flame within his left eye socket.

The originally dark green demonic horns began to change as well. The two incompatible sources of power seemed determined to fight for dominance and drive the other out. This internal conflict caused Sarodar to feel another wave of intense pain.

Yet the pain came quickly and left just as quickly. Golden Titan's divine power, awakened by his desire to survive, began to intervene in this self-destructive struggle.

The divine power reconciled the two energy sources, barely keeping them in a state of peaceful coexistence. Now, pitch-black Void coiled around the demonic horns like water snakes, echoing the Fel Energy flowing through the patterns on their surfaces.

Left and right, green and black, with pure golden divine power churning between them.

At that moment, his consciousness shot outward like a rocket.

Hu Feng finally "saw" something.

It was the planet where he resided: a dark gray, incomparably cold and lifeless planet, hanging alone at the edge of this star system, firmly held by the gravity of the star at its center.

He had... become an oviparous creature. This planet was his egg, and he lay at the very center of its core.

But the situation surrounding the planet was the real problem.

On one side, dark green Fel Flame churned and burned in the cosmic starry sky, so vast in scale that it felt as though he were standing at the edge of an ocean.

Countless strange creatures formed an incomparably fierce and brutal army. The Titan World Soul's inherited memories immediately gave him the answer: they were demons, all kinds of demons.

The Burning Legion formed by these demons was a dark army bent on burning the entire universe to ashes. Their hearts were filled with the desire for destruction and ruin. They killed purely for slaughter's sake and waged war purely for war's sake.

At the very front of the legion stood a towering giant.

The giant held a massive sword broken down to half its length, while godly Fel Flame surged wildly across his body. Two extremely dense flames of Fel Energy burned fiercely within his eyes as well.

He was Sargeras, the Dark Titan, once the Pantheon's strongest warrior, now its Betrayer, the destroyer of Myriad Ages, the burner of the universe.

A faint trace of his former holiness and order could still be seen upon this Dark Titan. He was now perfect and evil. Even fallen, a Titan's endless majesty still rolled forth like an overwhelming tide.

On the other side of the planet stretched boundless darkness, like ink so black one could not see one's hand before one's face.

Within the pitch-black Void flickered countless sharp, extended, incomparably cold eyes. A small portion watched the Dark Titan on the other side, but the vast majority stared at the planet between the two forces, a planet currently being ravaged by energy.

They were the Void Lords, incarnations of endless Void will. Countless worlds had returned to silent nothingness beneath the Void's devouring, while vast reaches of the cosmic starscape had fallen into eternal extinction beneath its consumption.

They were like malignant parasites of this universe, devouring everything from their host until nothing remained.

As for Sargeras, the Dark Titan, he had once fought beside his kin of the Pantheon for countless years. They traveled throughout the universe, bringing order to planets and even bringing them life.

At the same time, the Titans of the Pantheon fought the Void Lords, attempting to destroy them and forever prevent their plan to reduce the universe to nothingness.

But Sargeras gradually discovered that the Pantheon's methods were futile, mistaken. This war was being lost, sliding into an endless abyss, yet his kin refused to adopt more effective measures.

The Void Lords had created flesh-and-blood parasites known as the Old Gods. Like parasites infecting a planet, once they burrowed inside, they would rapidly infect the entire world and turn it into a hell of flesh. Then all things would submit to those maddening whispers and ultimately head toward eternal nothingness.

The Void Lords constantly released Old Gods into the universe, endlessly corrupting one habitable planet after another, even planets nurturing Titan World Souls.

If a Titan World Soul were corrupted as well, it would become an even greater disaster.

The Pantheon was already overwhelmed. If corrupted kin appeared and used Titan power against them, then this war could truly be considered over.

Thus, Sargeras left the Pantheon. Before departing, he angrily rebuked his kin, while they called him a fallen Betrayer.

Sargeras left resolutely and released a type of demon he had once defeated and intended to imprison forever: the Nathrezim, also known as the Dreadlords.

These cunning demons declared their willingness to serve Sargeras as their master and assist him in carrying out his new plan: burn everything.

Since this universe was the soil upon which the Void Lords depended for survival, then he would burn it all to ashes, leaving the Void Lords nowhere to corrupt and nowhere to live.

Then the universe would be reborn from the ruins and return to purity.

At the Dreadlords' suggestion, Sargeras went on to release every demon he had ever defeated. He ordered them to gather an endless demonic army, which he then named the Burning Legion.

Next, Sargeras led the Burning Legion in its grand undertaking of burning the entire universe, while also intercepting the Void Lords' actions across all regions, especially those World Soul planets that had been corrupted.

Though killing unborn kin caused Sargeras incomparable pain, he firmly believed it was necessary.

Titans could never become mindless servants of the Void Lords!

Now, having discovered that he had arrived too late and that Void corruption had already penetrated deep into the World Soul planet before him, Sargeras decided to kill this unborn kin. Fel Energy surged in accordingly.

And Sarodar, the Titan World Soul with no ability to resist, saw what lay around his planetary egg.

He had to run!

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