The Rise of the Black Plain

Chapter 2559 The Origin of the Universe



Chapter 2559 The Origin of the Universe

Minos sighed and said, “Well, I’m not a seraphim. I just made a deal with them and was rewarded for it. That wouldn’t be a problem for you, would it?”

The old level 114 Dragon looked at his companions and motioned for them to leave, leaving only him, Minos, and the level 112 guy.

“You inherited something from a distant relative of our tribe, so we won’t have any problems with you because of such a detail, young man,” the big gray dragon said. His voice was hoarse and deep, carrying the experience of someone over 500,000 years old.

“But for that very reason, I must give you this warning. Be careful of the wings on your back. I don’t doubt their powers and how important they are to you now. But beware, young human. Their glow could put you in mortal danger.”

“Senior, please enlighten me.” Minos made a polite gesture to the old Dragon, his wings retracting to their resting position.

“Well, seraphim are frowned upon, as you can imagine. The universe is a ‘playground’ for them. They sometimes come down from their dimension and play with our worlds… We have little to do. Most of us can only accept it. But that is why many hate them.

You’re not a seraphim, I can tell just by looking at you. But you’re not far from becoming one because of those wings. Some powerful beings in the universe will see you and immediately become hostile. So be careful, young man. If possible, it would be better not to have those wings. But since you already have them, there’s not much you can do but strengthen yourself.”

“This… Why are they so hated? Aren’t they just fulfilling their duty to a True Celestial?” Minos asked with sincerity in his heart.

“Sigh, you are lucky to reach our world before other places in the universe,” said the level 112 dragon, seeing the luck of the human between them.

Dragons didn’t hate Seraphim as much as other powerful races in the universe, and Minos himself bore the mark of a former member of the race. So they obviously wouldn’t mistreat him. But on other worlds, not so far from where they were, things might have been different for him!

“Do you know where we all come from, young man?” The dull-eyed Dragon asked.

“No, senior. I have only a few centuries of experience and a short time to observe the universe,” Minos replied.

“My tribe has existed for tens of millions of years. The aura of this powerful dragon that I sense in you is like that of some elders of my tribe in the prehistoric period of the universe. So, in a way, you are the heir of a member of one of the few tribes that knows part of the truth. As such, I will tell you.”

Minos looked at the giant creature with interest, not expecting to learn about the universal history today.

“One hundred million years ago, the universe as we know it was in its infancy. Worlds were just beginning to form, and only a few races had showed signs of intelligence and the ability to cultivate.

My tribe is descended from one of those first beings. Fortunately, we could preserve the memories left behind by the primordials, which spoke of the beginning of everything, when the signs were still clear enough to be analyzed.

The True Celestials, as they call themselves, are actually our creators. I don’t know what the Upper Realm is like beyond the rumors, but it’s a place above the universe that existed long before anything we know. But what matters about this story is that the natives of the Upper Realm created us for some reason.

Searching for heirs and new cultivators who can take over new thrones in the Upper Realm isn’t just their whim, child. It’s a necessity.

The True Celestial beings wouldn’t bother with mere “fleas” like us if they didn’t get much out of it. The movement responsible for our appearance has a greater motive.

The Seraphim, like the Thrones, are those chosen—created—by the True Celestials to watch over us, to push us in the right direction. They have existed since the beginning of time and are among the most powerful in the universe.”

Minos listened with interest, never having heard of this race of Thrones before, but interested in the history known to these dragons, while waiting to understand the connection between that history and the current situation.

The old Dragon continued his long story. “Since the beginning, they have done everything to please the two masters of the universe, destroying worlds, creating conflicts, and much more.

Many civilizations have been almost destroyed by them. That’s why some beings hate them so much and will do anything to fight against the interests of their masters.”

Minos began to understand the situation, connecting the Dragons’ words with what he had heard from the level 120 seraph.

“Whatever the goals of the True Celestials, they have caused and are causing much misfortune throughout the universe they created. However, we are not mere puppets. Because they created us without potential limiters, some of us can advance to level 125 without reaching the Upper Realm.

These Celestials of the universe have been fighting the True Celestials for millions of years, and some of them have even entered the Upper Realm and create chaos there.

Many of the greatest forces in the universe are on the side of the Celestials against the True Celestials, so you can imagine how hated the Seraphim and Thrones are.

You’re connected to them, so be careful. Some will see you as part of a True Celestial faction.”

“That…” Minos hesitated for a moment, imagining that he was somehow in the faction of a True Celestial, since he had inherited its heart. The old Dragon’s words, however, raised doubts and fears in Minos’ mind.

“If some Celestials entered the Upper Realm, shouldn’t that change the situation of everything? What could have happened to them?” Minos asked, putting aside for a moment whether he belonged to a True Celestial’s faction, since he couldn’t do anything about it, nor could he talk to these beings about such things.


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