In the Spirit Illusion Realm, beings of every race once lived together beneath the stars. Elves danced beneath the moonlight, dragons kept watch from the clouds, dwarves forged divine weapons deep in the mountains, beastfolk multiplied across the plains, merfolk built crystal palaces in the depths of the sea, wingfolk carved silver streaks across the sky, woodfolk nurtured the forests, and lightfolk drove away the darkness. Each race followed the laws of nature, maintaining a delicate balance. The seasons turned, and all was peaceful and serene. But one night, with a blood moon hanging high in the sky, that peace was shattered completely. The allied forces of the eight great divine clans surged in from the horizon like a black tide. The dragons struck first, their scorching breath setting vast stretches of forest ablaze in an instant and engulfing the woodfolk's homeland in flames. The elves hurriedly raised their bows, only to be suppressed by the wingfolk diving down from the sky, their arrows veering wildly off course. The dwarves' fortress teetered under the beastfolk's fierce assault, while the lightfolk's blinding radiance ravaged the merfolk's crystal palace, blinding countless merfolk and bringing the palace crashing down.
Though every race rose up to fight back, the power of the eight great divine clans was overwhelmingly greater. The battle raged until dawn, leaving the Spirit Illusion Realm in ruins. On the scorched earth lay the bodies of beings from every race. The survivors, their hearts filled with resentment, hid among the wreckage.
In a secluded cave, the gravely wounded Elf Queen clutched her bloodstained bow, her nails digging deep into her palms, her eyes full of hatred and resentment. "This is not the end... We will reclaim everything we have lost!" Not far away, the beastfolk leader licked his wounds and growled softly. I fled to the Tian Yuan Continent and was reborn there. In this life, I will return. I can't accept this!
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