The Legacy of the 'Gamer'

Prologue

Once upon a time, there was a great war between the evil demon worshippers and the races of the myriad planes of the universe. The calamity didn't leave a single corner untouched, not even the Realm of the Gods.

The ancient powerhouses fought with all their strength, and after a battle of 999 years, it seemed, that the five Lords of the Demon King managed to defeat the three Extreme Gods and seven Lesser Gods, when a hero of the mortals, the 'Gamer' uncovered his unfathomable strength. He pushed back the front lines by himself and even ravaged the Demon King's palace.

The traitor of the three Extreme Gods, the God of Origin has fallen from the Realm of the Gods during these times and became the incarnation of the Archdevil of Original Sin. He also fought with the 'Gamer' but as a result, he was seriously wounded and escaped.

Afterward, the 'Gamer' vanished, and the peace was restored. 999 years later the Extreme God of Time had declared a prophecy:

"After the First Great War of the Myriad Planes,
the seeds of the devil have begun to spread.
There will come a time of darkness
after the rise of thirteen suns and the fall of seventy stars,
and the Great War will continue again under the Blood Moon.

In the storm of slaughter,
the legacy of the 'Gamer' will appear again:
his blood flows with a thick golden color,
and on his forehead will be the mark of the God Beasts
- the Crimson Phoenix and the Azure Dragon -
His birth will bring extinction or endless peace."

After the Extreme God of Time prophesied the coming of a second Great War and a second 'Gamer' she exhausted all her life essence and died soon. Thus leaving the Extreme God of Life alone, who closed his Divine Kingdom and started to prepare for the Second Great War. His last order to the Lesser Gods was to spread the prophecy in every plane, even in the mundane Kingdoms and Empires.

The prophecy spread, but ultimately couldn't remain in the lesser planes due to the ignorance of the mortals, and even in the middle planes only greater Sects and Martial Families has preserved some parts of the prophecy. Only the three greater planes had proper knowledge about the Great War, but two of them has slowly declined because of the absence of the two Extreme Gods of Origin and Time. The third one, under the jurisdiction of the Extreme God of Life, shut its borders and isolated itself from the remaining planes.

A little village somewhere on the edges of the Vicious Mountain Range and the Blue-sun Kingdom. The hunters, most of whom can barely be counted as martial artists, just arrived back from a week-long training in the mountains. This time only two-thirds of them came back alive.

It might be shocking at first, but on the boundaries of the Vicious Mountain Range, it's a natural occurrence because in the deeper parts of the mountain range countless vicious beasts are living with unknown strengths. Although these powerful beings usually stay in their domain, sometimes they come to the outer edges of the mountain range in search for prey.

'Hey! Did you hear the recent news? Even Scarface has perished this time! He was a middle Muscle-transforming stage martial artist, one of the strongest in the hunter team.' asked a burly man.

'Are you kidding? How could the rest of the team flee if even he died? They should've encountered at least a two-star Vicious Beast, shouldn't they?'

'Yes, but it's said, that Scarface sacrificed himself to allow the others to flee to a hidden cave, where they were waiting for three days. Even so, the beast found them. If not for a mysterious great expert helping them out, they would've all become the food of the beast. They have such heaven-defying luck...' The burly adventurer suddenly ceased talking, as a carriage with a moon symbol stopped in front of the tavern, where the hunters drank after the long and arduous journey.

' What is a member of the nobility doing here? It's such a little village, why would anyone bother with us?'

'What? The one in the carriage is noble? How can that be?'

'You fool! How could a noble come to this place? I suspect he is only a servant, who came to relay the order of his master. Don't you see that the moon symbol is not a purple, but a blue one?'

A man wearing black robes jumped down from the carriage, opened its door. From the inside, a youth with sharp eyebrows stepped on the crude stone pavement. After him, another man in black stepped down and bowed to the youth, who snorted and with a cruel and lustful light hidden in his eyes stepped inside the tavern.

'Did you see him? He is only 16 years old, but already at the middle Muscle-transforming stage and on top of that his servants are at the late Muscle-transforming stage! He must be some great favored son of the heavens from a noble clan. Maybe even someone from a rumored second-grade sect.'

Inside the tavern---

'Haha! Brother Xiaolong is too humble! You did a great job protecting our backs. If you didn't warn us, that one-star beast could've stealthily attacked our weaker comrades. We would've suffered even greater losses.'

'Brother Linxing is overpraising me. I was only scared to face the one in front of us... Oops... I think I might've drunk too much... I'm just casually fooling around... Hick'

'Haha, you are still just as bad at drinking as you were a decade ago...'

Suddenly the front door was swung open, and a lofty youth wearing green robes entered the tavern. After him, two older men followed, both of whom wore black clothes with green belts on their waist. Shockingly both were late Muscle-transforming stage martial artists!

'Hey, innkeeper! Prepare your best room and a hundred years old spirit-wine for us!' ordered the youth and not bothering with the others he stood in front of the scared waiter. 'Hey! Where is your boss! I said to prepare your best room for us! Look for him immediately or I'll flatten this whole building!'

The doors of the kitchen flang open and a stocky man run out. 'Esteemed guests please do not feel offended that I didn't receive you at my front door, I'm truly blind for not recognizing this young master here. May I ask how to refer to young master?'

The youth didn't even bother to answer, but one of the black-clothed men shouted at the innkeeper. 'How dare you question the identity of our young lord?! You are not worthy to know his name. Prepare that room for young master or you won't have the chance to regret your indiscretion!'

'I understand and ask for mercy from the young master. Please follow me, I'll lead you there.' said the stocky man and bowed deeply to the youth. As he saw that the waiter was still standing there scared silly he yelled at him. 'What are you waiting for? Do you want to die?'

The waiter snapped back to reality and with a terrified expression on his face run up the stairs to the second floor, where the best room was.

'I have to apologize for the incompetence of my waiter, he has been working here for less than a month and is still learning the ways of this business. Please be magnanimous and give us one more chance young master.'

The youth just snorted and slowly began to walk upstairs not responding to the pleas of the innkeeper. The two black-clothed men followed him, leaving the ashen-faced innkeeper behind, who collapsed.

' What has happened? Could that youth have killed him?'

'No, I don't think so. He wouldn't kill so easily, would he?'

'Yes. I think he must have used some kind of martial skill. The nobles with a few hundred years of inheritance might possibly have some of those mystical martial skills. I wish I had the opportunity to study one of them and meditate on it for a few hours. I'd happily die afterward.'

'Hehh. It's already a great fortune to have a glimpse of such a great skill. How could you study one?' laughed out loud one of the hunters. 'You seriously thought that you could get closer to a martial skill than you were just now?'

Suddenly a dazzling light broke in through the window, and a loud explosion sounded. The innkeeper couldn't even think about running away before he was burnt to a pile of ashes. The three Muscle-transforming stage martial artists couldn't defend either, and they were blown up too. The building collapsed, and the blazing light ravaged the whole village. There were only burning ruins a breath's time later.

After a moment of silence, a vibrant gate of light formed in the middle of the ruins, and an ethereal goddess appeared with a small baby in her arms. It seemed like she was at the end of her life.

'Shh. Don't cry little Yan Long. My time is over, I can't protect you forever, even I don't have enough power to twist the time anymore. You have to promise me that you will live happily and will grow up peacefully. You don't have to worry about the Myriad Planes if I don't tell you about the prophecy. Live a happy life as a mortal. Live a happy life my son...' The woman's figure became increasingly blurry and slowly faded away leaving behind only a spatial ring, which was sealed away deep in the baby's heart, where even a Lesser God couldn't find it.

As Yan Long was left there alone, in the middle of the burning ruins, he began to cry. His cries flew through the village, and even several miles outwards. The heaven and earth energy was stirred in a hundred miles around the baby and began to form a huge natural phenomenon. In the sea of heaven and earth energy, all sorts of celestial figures and god beasts were fighting with demons and devils. There was only one figure in the middle, who stood there unmoved. His face was blurry, and couldn't form properly, as the energy was far insufficient to create the real image. The heaven and earth energy were consumed in a hundred miles range in less than half a breath's time.

Afterward, the time-tunnel's gate collapsed, and everything returned to normal - except the burning ruins, and the absence of heaven and earth energy.

The news of the annihilation of a small village on the border of the Vicious Mountain Range spread in the Blue-sun Kingdom, but because the village was not too big, it was soon forgotten. The only part of the story that suspicious was, that the heaven and earth energy in the one hundred miles range of the village suddenly vanished, but due to the ignorance of the martial artists of the mundane kingdom, it was left unanswered, and they could only leave the deserted