Lord of Chaos, Chapter 1
A panoramic view of the Five Realms unfolded:
Crystalline spires of the Immortal Realm caught celestial light, while the Mortal Realm's rolling hills breathed life through the ages. The Demon Realm's black sands stretched beneath storm-wracked skies. In the Divine Realm, golden pavilions shimmered above jade-green groves. And the Devil Realm loomed eternal—its black marble towers and crimson spires bathed in dusk.
Stone tablets carved with ancient prophecy whispered across the worlds:
"When blood of heaven and hell combines, a child shall rise with power to destroy…; to mend the rifts or rend the veil, the Five Realms' fate hangs in the balance scale."
A Rift in the Heavens
On a windswept precipice in the Immortal Realm, Fen Huang—young master of the prestigious Fen Clan—stood robed in jade-embroidered silks. Pale gold eyes narrowed as a dimensional rift tore the air, swallowing him whole.
Blinding crimson light hurled him through the void. He landed hard on the blood-red cobblestones of the Devil Realm, breathless, his immortal aura flickering like a dying star.
A Forbidden Union
In the Devil Realm's moonlit gardens, Fen Huang met Lady Seriyenin. Their auras clashed: celestial gold against devilish crimson. A shared glance turned into stolen touches, then a love that defied the laws of their worlds.
In a hidden sanctum of obsidian and ancient runes, Seriyenin bore their child—Fen Hao—whose mismatched eyes, one celestial blue and one devil red, marked him as the prophecy's child.
Guards stormed in, blades raised. Seriyenin unleashed devil-fire to hold them back, her last words a plea:
"Find me when the stars align… keep him safe."
Return to the Fen Clan
Through a portal crackling with crimson and gold, Fen Huang fled back to the Immortal Realm—carrying Fen Hao, wrapped in silken cloth and the fragile hope of survival.
He returned not to the solitude of a cottage, but to the sprawling halls of the Fen Clan's ancestral estate—white jade steps, towering spirit pines, and the echo of his ancestors' legacies.
The elders whispered when Fen Huang presented the child. But as the clan's young master, he held authority, and no one dared speak openly against him.
In the heart of the Fen Clan, Fen Hao's childhood unfolded beneath watchful eyes:
At dawn, he trained by the jade pond, breathing in rhythm with drifting lotus blossoms.
At dusk, he practiced sword forms in the inner courtyards, Fen Huang's quiet guidance shaping every stance.
On stormy nights, father and son practiced devil incantations by lamplight, the boy's dual bloodline sparking in his veins.
The Family's New Master
Five years passed like an echo in the halls of jade.
Fen Huang, once the quiet guardian, rose in status—claiming the Fen Clan Patriarch's position after proving his might and cunning in the clan's inner trials. His word became law, his golden eyes weighing every decision with calm resolve.
Yet even as he guided the clan's prosperity, he kept his greatest secret close: the boy with eyes of two realms, whose destiny could heal—or shatter—the Five Realms.
A Hidden Fire
Now thirteen, Fen Hao stood before the clan's training grounds. Sunlight slanted across his obsidian hair as he drew breath—golden qi surging through him.
But where others' energies shone pure, his flickered—gold sputtering into red flame. He clenched his fists, eyes downcast as murmurs rippled through the crowd:
"…exile's son…""…tainted blood…"
He met those whispers with silence.
Each night, in the quiet of the patriarch's study, Fen Huang reinforced the wards around his son's aura and taught him the ways of both realms—celestial and devilish. And each time, he promised:
"One day, you will decide your fate. Until then… I will protect you."
End of Chapter 1