Innate First

Final Echo?: Hajime swallowed all the incarnations and returned to wholeness, but found that this division was an eternal game created by himself, so he refined the throne into a new original cocoon. The Eternal Throne is suspended in a space beyond cognition. There are no dimensional folds, no causal chords, and only thirty-three purple gold lotuses holding up the conceptually condensed seat. My fingers brushed over the 129,600 stars inlaid on the armrests. Those objects called innate treasures by all the worlds are just the debris from the seats. Chaos boiled beneath my feet. This was not the energy of chaos as ordinary monks understood it, but a primordial soup that had not yet been defined by existence. When my pupils reflected the first ray of light, the nine innate principles began to materialize - the most unruly one turned into a bronze giant ax to split the void, but shattered into dust of time before touching the corner of my clothes; the gentlest one curled up into a Yin-Yang Pisces and took away my accidentally scattered hair... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.