New home

Abhimanyu found himself drifting in a vacuum-like space. There were no planets, no stars just an endless darkness stretching out in every direction. He floated there, completely alone.

Sadly, the only thing left of him was a milky white, cloud-like substance. He figured it must be his soul.

"I'm trapped," he thought. "All alone, with no body, no senses, no feelings. Am I in hell?"

A flood of negative emotions rushed through his mind. But he forced himself to calm down. He turned his focus outward, trying to ignore the fact that his soul was slowly fading away. Then he noticed something it was small blue light spots scattered across the void. They glowed like stars in the night sky, but oddly, if he didn't look right at them, they seemed to vanish.

"No time to think now. This may be my only chance."

He moved his already fading soul to the nearest spot. As soon as he touched the light spot, it was immediately absorbed by him. He discovered that these blue light spots could stabilize his dying soul. 

Afterward, he moved his soul and absorbed as many of the blue spots as possible. Abhimanyu did not notice that as he absorbed more and more blue spots, his soul started to turn purple. All he cared about was how to save his life.

During his travel, he lost his perception of time: he felt that eons had passed, at the same time, he felt that only a few seconds had passed. Abhimanyu didn't know how long he took, but he suddenly found a very bright light in front of him and he rushed into it.

The Trilok, Akhand Amar Lok, Shiromani Clan

A man dressed in a flowing white robe, embroidered with golden thread, stood silently in front of a quiet room. His attire and the crowd gathered behind him made it clear that this man held immense authority. 

Though his expression remained calm, a closer look revealed the worry in his eyes.

Yet beneath that worry, if one looked even closer, they would sense an overwhelming sword intent radiating from him, it's so sharp and so pure that it could split the heavens apart.

This man was Arjun, the Clan Master of the Shiromani Clan.

Behind him stood the most powerful members of the clan Great Elders, Elders, and Deacons. Each of them commanded respect across worlds. A single word from one of these people could affect the lives of billions. And yet, today, they all stood in silence outside a simple house, not daring to utter a single word.

The reason for this quiet gathering was profound.

Inside that house, the Clan Madam was giving birth.

There was both expectation and tension etched onto every face. Even the most stoic elders couldn't hide their concern.

In higher realm, pregnancies usually lasted two to three years. But within the Shiromani Clan, something strange had happened. For seven long years, a child had been growing inside the womb. an unnatural event that went beyond even the laws of this powerful dimension.

The entire clan was under stress. Many powerful Divine Senses were secretly observing this delivery to ensure that no mistake will take place.

However, despite all the commotion, despite that all the powerful clan members who were spying on this room, no one noticed a shadow standing in the delivery room looking weirdly at the just born child and his mother.

The shadow blended with the world, and yet was still separate from it. It stood there waiting for something. As for what he was waiting for, only he himself knew.

The people outside did not have to wait long when something unexpected happened. The moment the baby was born, a great pressure of the soul swept throughout the whole world.

The feeling was like a supreme Being looking at them: they felt like ants looking at the might of Heaven. The feeling only lasted for a few breaths, but had a lasting effect on the whole world. Many powerful entity felt that supreme breath and looked in the direction of The Shiromani clan.

Soon afterward, a vision enveloped the entire Akhand Amar Lok. 

A colossal crack stretched from one horizon to the other, as if reality itself had been torn open by some invisible force. From within the crack, nine enormous shadows slowly appeared. Each one wore a crown of burning suns, and their vast bodies were made of nebulas.

With a gentle motion of their hands, they released giant lotus flowers of violet and crimson into the sky. These lotus flowers floated slowly across the heavens, each as large as a mountain. Their petals shimmered with strange, beautiful light. But before they could reach the earth, every lotus caught fire and burned away into nothing, leaving behind only silence.

At the same time, many auspicious beasts appeared in the sky. dragons soared through the clouds, phoenixes let out loud cries, and qilins walked gracefully on golden light. These sacred creatures circled above as if celebrating something extraordinary.

This vision sent shockwaves through the countless forces of The Trilok. Never before, in the entire history of Trilok, had they witnessed anything like it. One thought echoed in every mind:

A True Heaven Chosen has appeared in the Shiromani Clan. 

The Shiromani Clan had always been strong, but this? This was beyond anything anyone had expected. A Heaven Chosen born with such a terrifying vision meant they would surely shake the heavens.

Yet while the vision seemed grand and glorious on the surface, most who saw it were not pleased. Envy, fear, and hidden killing intent began to take root in the hearts of many. 

"This child will ruin the balance of the Trilok."

"This birth threatens everything we've built."

"We must prepare…"

The majority of people were not happy about this.

The Shiromani clan was very powerful, but they had not produced a new Great Immortal for millions of years. In this generation, they did not even have a proper Heaven Chosen that could compete for the Heaven Will, but now, things have changed.

To the northeast of the Shiromani Clan, within Akhand Amar Lok, lies Niyatidham.

The moment the visions appeared, an old man opened his eyes in shock and confusion. He looked in a certain direction and used his finger to calculate the secrets of heaven. He wanted to know why there was an anomaly in his prediction.

According to his calculation, the Shiromani clan should not be a major competitor for the Heaven Will in this generation.

As he was calculating, a mysterious aura appeared around him. Then a river appeared behind: This was the famous River of Fate. As the old man known as KN Rao started calculating, he suddenly opened his eyes in horror and spit out a mouthful of blood, his body began to dry up and he turned so skinny that you could not tell the difference between his skin and his bones.