A pair of emerald green eyes widened after divining a future. It stood up from its throne and looked down from its lair. Somewhere in the Mortal Realms, someone has opened up the path towards becoming one of the eight. It flew out of its lair and went to meet the rest.

…..

Likewise, on a high mountain, the recess of a mysterious place, a being stood proudly and erected. The very light bent around it, while the great beings with roars that rumbles the very heavens, flew around it submissively.

It looked at the exact same place that the owner of emerald eyes gazed upon, and it frowned. Perhaps it is time for it to make its move as well.

…..

A young looking boy sat on a rock. He has also felt the change in the world the birth of a great destiny in the intertwining fates and divined that one of them will be replaced.

He threw down the limb of a great celestial beast that he was chewing on and laughed heartily.

Perhaps there is a new being that will replace him. In fact, he welcomes it if there’s one that dared to clash its fate against his.

…...

In a valley unreached by man or beast, a single sword set in stone rested forgotten.

It had not been left there by anyone, but merely thought itself into this place. It had shredded all its previous masters as they are unworthy. It ripped apart the very fabrics of its dimension and arrived at this location where none could disturb it.

Yet it also felt the change of the fate of this realm. And the change is linked to it, as it is one of the eight.

Just like before, it ripped the dimensions and went into the wormhole that appeared in a chaotic mess of lightning, plasma and anti-matter.

…..

In a peaceful town, an old woman with deep wrinkles and an ancient face sat at a busy tavern, while enjoying her order of soupy noodles in a corner. All of a sudden, the entire world around her seem to still, and the life force of the very Earth trembled for a moment.

She sensed that a great change is coming, perhaps in a day, perhaps in a million years. It is hard to say. But it is no doubt on the way.

She pried apart the noodle strands in her bowl and spoken in an archaic language that none around her could understand.

The noodles swirled in her bowl as if moved by magic, and her eyes squinted into tiny slits.

“One of the eight will fall, and a replacement will appear?”

Without anyone noticing, the old lady has disappeared. Even the memory of her entering the tavern has been wiped clean.

…..

In a small house on a peaceful plain of a tiny kingdom somewhere in one of the Mortal Realms. A young couple held their baby girl in their hands and looked at her adoringly.

The baby that was crying just moments ago, suddenly stilled.

She opened her toothless mouth and spoke in an ancient language, and immediately time stopped for her parents.

“Unnn Egg wood be reeepalse?”

A frown appeared on her infantile face as she called out to her servants.

Soon a few great heavenly spirits appeared and knelt before her.

“Master, you have returned.”

“Oohh cose. Twelll mee …” She spoke half way, and an exasperating expression ran across her face. She mumbled a few words of power, and immediately a young lady’s voice hung on the air. “Tell me, what hast occurred in our realm.”

“Master, a new lord will arise and replace one of the eight.”

…..

Far away in a different time, where things that have not yet occurred came to be. A young man with suit and tie looked at the fake world he is in and enjoyed his life with technology that has not yet been invented.

A tiny tremble rumbled through his illusionary bubble.

Although this space he created is not real, it is at the same time a possibility.

He broke the bubble and returned to the present.

A tiny new bubble has appeared in the great foamy ocean called time.

In this bubble, he could see that one of the eight unmatched beings will fall and someone new will appear.

He stared at that bubble surprised and intrigued. Perhaps among the eight, he is the only that could identify the boy that is to replace one of them. In fact, he knows exactly who will be replaced.

…..

The last of the eight awoke in a great hall.

The entire place is adorned with the most luxurious items of the realm.

Great dragons and powerful phoenixes laid on their tummies next to him.

He looked around lazily.

“It seems someone fated to replace one of us has appeared. Just in time. You seven have arrived. Come, sit as you wish my friends.”

One by one, figures appeared in the hall of his palace. They arrive unannounced, but their arrival did not seem to surprise their host.

Without waiting for the rest to speak their reason for intruding, he said in a bored tone, “One of us will fall. But this reality need not occur.”

“Shall we stop it?” He asked as if amused.

“We shall.”

“That future is pointless.”

“I agree. Since it is pointless, it should not exist.”

“Shouldn’t you create a cradle for me?”

“We all know you’re not hindered by your infant body. Just create it yourself.”

“Ahem, let’s not side-track. How do you propose to stop this future?”

“For now we do not know who the being of such a great fate is. He or her power is still too small for us to detect, and we can only suppress the entire realm before we find out who it is.”

For these eight powerful beings, many cultivators are too far and too tiny to enter their eyes. Even if they have great senses that can cover an entire galaxy and knows everything that occurs within, the unlimited universe is still too great for them to scan every part therein.

However, there is one among them that knows. He looked at the one that will be replaced in the future and smiled. This incident will make a good show, and he has no plans to stop it.

“He or she? It might be a genderless being just like me” the sword spoke out, unhappy about their discussion have ignored itself.

“Or it might be beyond genders like the King and me,” the one with emerald eyes spoke, at their level, it and the King have grown so powerful that they lost its ability to replicate.

“Or it might be a beast! But, there’s no point in discussing this at this moment. What are our plans to prevent this future?” the one whom great beasts submit themselves to spoke. There was an unsuppressed pride when it spoke the word ‘beast’, and an overwhelming ire at its race not being considered.

“Your temper is always short, Primordial God of the dragons. I would suggest that we make two changes to the heavenly laws.

The first change is to increase the difficulty of cultivating. Make the bottlenecks between each stage even more difficult than now.

By making it difficult for everyone, even if the fated being could become strong, its friends would be left weak.”

The others nodded.

The infant girl then spoke with her young woman’s voice, “What about the second change you propose?”

“As all of you know, the land which a person is born on will leave a hidden seal in the being’s soul. The seal will help that person cultivate faster on that land.

The second change I suggest is to alter the heavenly laws and use the Motherland Seal to lock every person from leaving their birth land.”

“I doubt this lock would be failsafe. If that being is fated to come in front of us to challenge our authority, then fate herself will break such a paltry barrier.”

“Perhaps fate will do so for the fated one, but the others would be shackled and left behind. Which of us will lose against a lone hero?”

The others that heard it nodded their agreement. There is a loophole in this idea, however, and each of them has noticed it. While they know for sure that the fated one is in the Mortal Realm right now, but that does not mean that the person could not rally those in the Divine realm against them one day.

Perhaps it is because of their immense pride, or confidence in the loyalty of the lands that they control, the eight of them are not concerned if those from the divine realms attempts to point their weapons at them. Under the iron fist of these eight that controls the divine realms, they truly believe that no one would be able to gather enough resistance against them right under their eyelids.

Their only real concern is a large number of talented people breaking through the Immortal Realms from the Mortal Realms. Of course, if they could find a better way and single out who is the one with such a powerful destiny, then they would have no doubt snipped the bud before it grows.

“This may be a good plan but what if that person is not in his birth land?”

“The link of a person with one’s land whom one is born of is undeniable. Even if the lock is not failsafe, if a person is away from the birth land at the time of our spell, that person will be unable to cultivate properly any longer. The same goes for any that manage to leave their birth land.

The very land he or she stands on will refuse to generously grant heavenly energies to one, not of its own.”

“Her own,” the infant said, “All land are females. Do you not know?”

“Her own,” the King corrected himself with a smile, and then the eight of them stood up as one. Even the infant with her wobbly legs, stood as if it is the most natural thing to do in the world.

Their eyes shone with a different glow of light as they weaved their spell and commanded the heavenly laws. Green, Red, Brown, Silver, Black, Blue, Grey and Prismatic. The strange thing about it is, none of them has golden eyes.