Book 3

I finished ascending to Outer Space.

Under the gaze of those who call themselves “Apex Existences”, all their struggles are useless.

The last of the True Elves present at the last branch of the World Tree had turned into them, so nothing higher could be born.

And even if there were any True Elves remaining, it wouldn’t be easy to do so.

The Tree is a great beacon of Qi and Magic Power. Its higher branches have such concentrated Yang Qi, those inhabiting it are like small suns. Its depths have managed to accumulate such concentrated Yin Qi with the passage of the time, that those inhabiting it are like small black holes.

At surface level, the Tree stands alone, it’s roots firmly planted in a gigantic marsh land, like a sea of mud. Its main root is exposed for dozens of kilometers, while huge tunnels and enormous amounts of deceased bodies and organic mater rest in its hundreds of thousands of caves, feeding such death energy to it that Liches, Skeletal Dragons and Death Lords spawn naturally.

Near the end of the tree’s roots, only a bit before the heat from the mantle starts to lower the amount of Yin present, there is such concentrated Yin Water Qi dripping from the rocky walls around that even an undead would be destroyed by its purity and coldness.

The tree’s roots, however, can survive this due to the great amount of Yang Qi it is capable of taking from Tiphoons’ mantle.

Isn’t it ironic that the higher yang races are on the top of the tree, but the higher yin races are about halfway to the end?

Lower than that… lower than that there are races of yang water energy, yin wood energy, yang wood energy, yin fire energy, and, lastly, yang fire energy.

In the end, those at the Highest Heights and those at the Deepest Depths aren’t so different at all.

Lifeforms born from Yang Fire Qi.

Except those above are born from Yang Fire Yang Fire Qi, almost directly from sunlight… from radiation from the sun.

As those bellow are born from Yang Metal Yang Fire Qi, directly from the lava underground… from the heated guts of Tiphoon.

Those are the top are Righteous. Those in the bottom are Mischievous and Impetuous.

And those in the middle way to the bottom… haha. Poor of any of those at the bottom if they try to mess with them.

Unbelievably dense, unbelievably tainted in its purity, and unbelievably deadly.

Only those at the very top would be able to counter such concentrated Yin Water Yin Qi. Except, the result would probably be mutual annihilation.

As for the names of such races…

Those who inhabit the surface, near the Tree, are undeads of all kinds. Away from it, the continent has such myriad races it is impossible to name all.

Those who inhabit the very first branches upwards would be Wood Elves.

Those a little above are High Elves and Winged Serpents.

Higher one can see Sky Elves and Wyverns.

Above, there are Natural Spirits and Half-Dragons.

Then, High Spirits and True Dragons.

After them, there come the ones I call Saints, but which many of the races under call simply Gods. They have a little contact with Tiphoon, and some mastery over smaller reigns of the world, such as deer, carps, some fruits and etc are given to them. They can manipulate those things in some sense, and are connected to them.

Above them, however, come the Demi-Gods, but which are called High Gods by others. Those have higher contact with Tiphoon, and have received dominion over large reigns, such as the seas or the earth.

Above even demi-gods, there come those I have called Enlightened. Enlightened because they know about my existence, and also a little bit about my ordeal.

They are a bit aware of what the world shall go through, and work towards making it a smoother and faster process.

Then, above even those, come the Sages.

Those already know that any work in this regard is useless, since I have expended a longer time with them, and they understood that we aren’t so different at all - except for all the power and blessings I received from Tiphoon. Until the time of human appearance is here, no one will truly progress - and what if the Enlightened manage to shorten the time of the next differentiation?

They will only be free once a race they do not know of, the “Humans” start to appear on this world.

If their destiny is to be unable to reach a greater good and they shall not die of old age or disease, why work towards anything?

They patiently wait the end of times, while also living their own lives.

Above there are the many Hierarchies of Angels, which have not but one purpose: To serve Tiphoon, even if the god himself doesn’t see any merit on any work they can do. The higher class of angels, the Seraphim, do know that Tiphoon is too big and eternal to care about anything they do, but hasten to make prevail order, expansion, and other such characteristics of the Yang Fire Yin Fire Qi to prevail.

That, of course, means battle in heaven - since some of the angels somewhat began to think they are the only ones who can speak to Tiphoon, while also cursing the black color of their Seeds. What’s that about?

They seem to think the dark color on ones’ Seed makes them sinners, but that seems totally stupid to me. All seeds are black, so how come they think they can make something to have them whitened?

Unless they find a way to destroy ones’ Seed, they won’t be able to do it. Except it is impossible to do so - even for me.

Anyhow.

In the end, they are still The Yin Fire Qi inside the Yang Fire, so there is another class above them.

Those are the Immortals - above Angels, Sages, Enlightened and Gods, those are the Yang Fire of Yang Fire Qi.

The Immortals care not for the world, not to say they mostly despise it, as their bodies and consciousness are pure light and heat.

However, they dared to grown too arrogant, so I limited them and placed a great seal on them as well.

As I ascend to beyond where they lie, this seal of mine shall last until the day I remove it, eternity from now.