Fuhua VN prologue.

A never-ending darkness, the deity who had fallen raised it’s will once again.

In the beginning, the newborn will are like the birth of a star, a tiny yet bright spot in the greater void.
It’s abilities are limited, unable to feel, unable to command.
In the chaos, the weak will followed the oldest of the instincts, blind but trying to survive, trying to extend itself.

It has not realised it’s death.
She refused to accept her passing.

Judging by a normal standard, the deity has already fallen.

Her right foot cut off from the ankle.
The tendons in her wrist severed away.
Her internal organs suffered unimaginable injuries.
The most struck place, her heart, more than ten broken parts.
But, the most lethal came from her head.

A wound created by a blade.
The sword struck her front chin, tore through her brain, and exited from the other side.
If it was any ordinary soul, any of the above injuries would be the end it’s road.
But the “deity” isn’t ordinary.

If a deity does not perish, it does not fall
The body which has survived thousands of years.
The mind which survived for even longer.
To change, differ, revolt against the law and nature of death.
Shenzhou’s one and only deity.
The fragile and broken body lied in the stone room, was once, someone of such nature.

Thus,
From a singular membrane,
The deity’s body and mind started it’s long and tedious process to rebuild.

Consuming the surrounding Ki.
Sewing back the skin that were torn out.
Constructing the bones that broke.
Connecting the muscles that teared apart.
Restoring the organs which were damaged.

Eventually, the deity’s will began to have it’s senses.

She looked at the light passing into the room, from the east to west, then back again, over and over.
She smelted the rotten insect mixed with the rotted leaves, a pungent smell that never seemed to leave.
She heard the the sound of fallen leaves as autumn comes and the soft branch burdened with snow.
She felt pain, ache, numb, bloat, itch…… her body quietly complained, yet always unresolved.
As if thousands ordeals, hundreds trials all at once, a torturing that seems to have no end.
…… The endless repair, the endless pain.
The deity did not muffle a single word.

“Who… am…. I?”
The mind is still in chaos, able to pick up fragments of memories, but lost more in the process.
“Where… is… here?”
The fragments formed broken words, unable to answer her questions.
“……why……?”
This moment, the emotions that supposed to have died resurfaced in her heart.
Seven……
Seven people that were the closest to her.
Seven swords that has been with her for the longest time.
Seven people gather together, baited her in.
Seven swords built it’s net, killing it’s prey.
“…… why?”
The emotions could not stop,
Hate,
Confusion,
Grievance,
Anger,
and sadness.
“…… why?”
There are no answer, only the desire to search for one.

…… The deity decided to wait
She has guarded, protected for an uncountable number of ages, time for her is no longer significant.
She will wait, until one day where her body recovers.
She will find the 7 people, demand the reason for turning their blades.
A strong impulse marked itself onto the still unstable mind,
Reminding her, shaping her, changing her,
Let the wait become a habit, let the torment become second nature.
Then…...

Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
The endless repair, the endless pain.
The deity did not muffle a single word.
She has suffered for a long time.
She can suffer for even longer.