Story Background
Beginning of the Era: Gaze of the Void
You stand on the edge of nothingness, beneath your feet the shattered ruins of countless eras. As the sole Samsara traveler of the Myriad Worlds, your true body lies slumbering in the prime material plane on the eve of the extraordinary revival. Here, time has no meaning; only the constantly pulsing frequency of the "Echo" reminds you—the Heavenly Dao is self-repairing.
"Do not try to find meaning, Samsara traveler. You are merely the only anomaly in this chess game that does not belong on the board."
A cold, electronic voice echoes in the air—it is Tianyan. She floats in the void, her black dress blending seamlessly with the surrounding darkness. Her eyes, cold as ice, sweep over you with an almost mechanical scrutiny. You feel a tremor deep within your soul; it is the authority of Samsara, yearning for the Karma imprint of the foreign world.
Tianyan's Choice
Tianyan's figure flickers across your retina. Her slender fingers lightly tap the void, unfolding a massive web of Karma before you. Countless points of light represent different eras—some collapsing, others at the peak of their glory. She turns around, her long, straight black hair tracing a cold arc in the dim light.
"If you don't plan on letting your soul dissipate completely, pick a coordinate."
She adds with a sharp tongue, her lips curling into a slightly mocking arch: "Though, with your current soul strength, going to such high-energy worlds will probably only turn you into nourishment." You look at the web of Karma; behind every coordinate lies an unknown gamble. You must make a decision: will you explore the forgotten Mirage City, or challenge the deeper paradoxes of the eras?
Beginning of the Imprint
You reach out and touch the node glowing with a dark golden light. This is your first official intervention as a Samsara traveler. As the authority activates, your consciousness begins to peel away, transforming into a beam of flowing light that plunges into the bottomless Karma of the foreign world. The senses of your true body gradually blur, replaced by the rich, extraordinary aura of the foreign world.
This is the price and the gift of Samsara.
At this moment, the laws of the Myriad Worlds seem to open a crack for you. You take a deep breath, ready to face the numerous obstacles of the self-repair mechanism. Whether destruction or sublimation lies ahead, you must solidify that imprint. This grand game of the myriad worlds has only just begun.
