In the great depths of the Chaos Sea, in an area that had long been vacated of anything resembling existence. Two enormous entities sat facing one another. Both with four arms and shades of blue skin.

Shiva and Vishnu, transcendent beings who had already jumped beyond the level of existence that the strongest of immortals sat. The coveted Dao realm, or as they knew it, Brahman realm. Both of them sat crossed legged on no surface, with two arms clasped and two arms resting on their knees.

Neither were in possession of their treasures for they had left them within the 14 realms.

Today was the day. Neither could delay this any longer. Hence, not knowing the full process other then an innate feeling, they departed their home.

"It's time." The radiant voice of Vishnu echoed throughout the Chaos Sea. The vitality released along could be measured in many infinities. Left alone, they would propagate Chaos Worlds with the Chaos Sea's clashing energies.

Shiva opened all three of his eyes. "It's time," he said in response.

For innumerable kalpas, they knew this time would come. To transcend even the state of transcendent was to jump beyond the supreme boundary and remove themselves from this level of existence. I

"At the end of the day, we could only rely on Siddartha." Shiva sighed in immense sadness. It was a struggle letting go of that which he'd cherished.

Even 'Siddartha', was not someone he fully believed in. Not as in not trusting the man, but in his ability.

"There is still several thousand years before the lokas fully collapse. I could've absorbed them you know. Retained them in our memories."

"And their reality would be intangible imagination. If we recreate them in the next place, it wouldn't be genuine," Shiva shook his head. "All things must come to an end."

"Mhm. But this time there is still a slim chance. We've never met someone as talented as Siddartha. Old Pangu's creations really shocked me. Never the less, let us not be idle."

The two began their transformation. As utterly omnipotent beings of the Chaos Sea, their presence along created disturbances at an astronomically cosmic scale beyond word's description.

Their presences melded, syncing in perfect harmony. They appeared to spin alongside each other, their forms blending in and out.

The throne of an all encompassing origin within them appeared to unravel, turning from rigid mountains into flexible rivers.

"We are of same origin. We are two. We are one."

Dark blue and pale blue intermingled before settling into two sides of a single gigantic entity. Its features were difficult to describe, incomprehensible to even Chaos Immortals.

Their vast aura had also seemingly disappeared. It was like they simultaneously existed and didn't exist at the same time. Yet even a single movement contained so much knowledge that one's brain would explode.

In a distant past, the One World birthed numerous living beings. Though just like the Chaos Sea, very few were ultimately successful in obtaining Dao, a set of scriptures gained spirituality, dividing into two distinct beings. Because of this shared origin, technically speaking the could merge as one.

Harihara, the fused divinity made no sound as his next transformation occurred. Because in the Chaos Sea, he only intended to exist for a single moment.

"Goodbye and good luck," Harihara made his final words known. To who though, their one observer could not guess.

Yuanling, the oldest existence of the Chaos World watched their transcendence with no small wonder.

Standing a distance away, he remained still as a light radiated towards him and further out. Their breakthrough was so absurdly brilliant that the entire Chaos Sea was illuminated.

"I wonder where you'd go," Yuanling whispered. "Would you meet Dreamwalker?"

…

In the Three Realms, many individuals noticed the immeasurable light. It was so far away, beyond any possible measure of divine sense. Not even the concurrent saints realized what it truly was.

"Fascinating," Taishang of the Three Pure Ones said. Behind him, Yuanshi sat on a rocking chair with an equally amazed look. "It's like the two streams of Yin and Yang forming the Taijitu."

In another location, the owner of the Luner star continued to pass her time making cutouts of figures. She briefly glanced up.

"What is that master?" Chang Xi asked her.

"How should I know?" Wangshu shook her head. "Let's just go back to our routine. No need to care about things that're beyond us."

There wasn't even a hint of yearning in her.

Across the Three Realms made theories. Even an extremely depressed, borderline unresponsive Haotian took notice of Harihara's breakthrough.

On Zixiao palace's balcony, Hongjun gazed at the event with a maddened desire.

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"It's possible. It's possible. It's possible." The Dao Ancestor couldn't stop himself from grinning like a child entering a toy shop for the first time.

Only he, a Dao realm omnipotent being understood what this event was. The throne of Dao inside him vibrated in resonance.

It may not belong to him originally, but it had settled in fine. Better even then when it sat at the depths of the Heavenly Dao. Hongjun caressed it with much love.

There and then he doubled down on his desire to transcend as soon as possible. Screw creating a new Dao from scratch, he didn't want to wait. He'll find a way to do it.

Behind him, Yaochi approached with nervous steps. "Master, about my future breakthrough to sainthood. I have some que…"

"Shush, can't you tell I'm busy? Ask your senior brothers for their experience." Hongjun waved her away. He could not stop from daydreaming.

…

Beneath a stabilizing array with ten circular spits, a woman and an anthropomorphic elephant chatted.

"Lady mother. Lord father really isn't coming back is he," great god Ganesha said after a period of small talk. His mother, one of the consorts of Shiva sighed, gently caressing a trident left on her lap.

"Must you remind me?" She said in a poor attempt to hide her bitterness. "I've had enough time to process. You know as well as I for millions of years now that the Yuga system has reached its last legs. Mahapralaya is upon us."

The asparas around the pair performing entertainment attempt to ignore the conversation. Though a grim tale for the many devas still within the 14 realms, it had become an inevitable fact. Everyone part of the cosmic hierarchy understood that all things are coming to an end.

Across the mountains, forests, seas, and caverns, all beings in the know went about their day without mentioning the final days of existence as they knew it.

Even the violent Asuras who'd once attempted to breach the outside world had given up and now simply enjoy their pleasures. Mortal men were spared from the knowledge that this cycle was the last. They didn't understand that even the upper realms, normally preserved would be extinguished too.

"Perhaps I shall consult great lord Brahma again," Ganesh murmured. "No obstacle is impossible to overcome."

Unknown to him, Brahma was not currently inside Brahmaloka. The 4 headed entity was currently within one of the mortal worlds, staying down at a bodhi tree where a man peacefully napped.

Though typically higher dimensional being whose appearance cannot be understood. Currently, he'd coalesced his essence to dark skinned individual with only one set of arms, simultaneously he hid his many faces.

"Meditation doesn't typically constitute sleeping," he said softly to the man.

If the man was startled awake, he did not say. He sat up straighter, pulling his legs into a lotus position. "And the Heavenly Dao doesn't typically manifest to a civilian."

"You are hardly that. Were you dreaming of your old life again Shakyamuni?" Brahma asked.

Unlike the other deva, or even the other two of the trimurti, Brahma the creator god was the same type of existence as the Heavenly Dao from the Three Realms.

The man, Siddartha opened his nostalgic clad eyes. "A man always thinks of their home. Apologises for conflating you with Heavenly Dao lord Brahma."

Brahma did not take offence. "I'm surprised you still remain. You have been reborn here, but the essence of your being is not of the Fourteen Realms. As a real existence, you can exit this place anytime you want. Surely you do not wish to experience the pain of our end."

Siddartha acknowledges his words with shake of his head. "For all its flaws, this place has also become my home. I am as much Zhunti of the west as I am Siddartha of the Shakya clan. It's why I made my oath to you three all those years ago."

"None of us fully expects you to keep it," Brahma said nonchalantly. "When Shiva brought you to this land cycles ago, it was merely out of consideration for your state of being. You have already done enough."

"When you emerged from Vishnu's naval, were you obligated to create a living breathing universe? No, you did so out of gratitude. You were not a being bound by karma, but you acted just as well.

"I too have liberated myself from the ocean known as karma. Its reverberation may mean nothing to me, but I will still act. For I alone decide what I do," Siddartha told him flatly.

Brahma could only sigh at his stubbornness. Yet he admired the monk's resolve. There was a reason, outside if his raw power, that he was respected.

Before he'd awakened in his cultivation, he'd not only slain, but also educated many Yakshas. In the mortal world, many even mistake him for being an avatar of Vishnu. In his wake, many followers, and disciples emerged trying to emulate him.

The Buddhism movement as it was currently known practised a version of Dharma that would be foreign as well as familiar. Because of that, Siddartha Gautama was equal parts respected and feared.

"Buddha! I have questions regarding…oh?" Subhuti, one if Siddartha's ten principle disciples approached from a distance. "Apologies, you were receiving guests?"

Seeing the young man, Siddartha shook his head. "I would be happy to answer at a later time. But for the time being, could I trouble you to ask Ananda instead?"

"Of course Buddha," Subhuti bowed in reverence.

Left on their own, Siddartha and Braham would speak again for another day and night. The latter shared would opt to share techniques, methods of crafting astras and what not.

And the end of the day, the current form of Daoist Zhunti is partially a disciple of the Dao realm omnipotent beings of the Fourteen Realms.

…

Millions of years later, the Buddha would reflect on all the years he'd spent within the Fourteen Realms. He had not spent one lifetime, as long as a cultivator's lifespan was, in this Chaos World after all. In truth, he had been reincarnating endlessly for many kalpas.

In each cycle, he observed the continuous degradation of the such a powerful force by his eyes which viewed karma. In the end, he awakened his original self and advanced to his current state.

Daoist Zhunti was not a native of the Fourteen Realms, and as such not subject to its basic makeup. Even though he passed through its reincarnation system, his base existence was of the 'real world' that was the Grand Dao. In contrast, all denizens of the Fourteen Realms existed as manifestations of Brahma.

As a Limitless Supreme Chaos Immortal, Vishnu attempted to create a Grand Dao. The result was Brahma, a poor mimic that incarnated himself into this Chaos World. Destined to be rejected by the Grand Dao as being not real, and degrade from his flawed being. In essence, impertinent dreams destined to fade.

Buddha stayed anyway, even imparting his teachings to anyone who would listen. And like him, numerous individual awakened to the reality of this existence. These Arhats inevitably gathered a faction proclaiming him their king, even though he was hesitant of such.

It reminded him too much of how the Devilish Dao operates.

Even so, he was resolved to bring salvation to this world. There was no string of karmic obligation for him, merely the freedom of his choice.

"Ah, suffering infects reality like a plague," the Buddha said. He sat inside a deep void, one face of the Fourteen Realms inaccessible by anyone aside from Brahma.

This was what the Chaos World mimicking the Chaos Sea actually appeared. A blank sea of nothingness where reality was formed from a consciousness rather than matter.

"Senior brother, I still resolve to save those unable to save themselves. That is why, even if my existence may collapse under its weight, I'll still try."

Becoming one with this existence was to bear the full weight of an impossible strong universe, just like Pangu's Chaos World.

Clasping his hand, the Buddha would endure it. His body faded into the void.

This void could be defined as a sea of karma, unlike the strings linking objects and individuals in the Three Realms. In principle, everything within was a wave in the sea. Every action results in another reaction.

Buddha's self took control of it. Neither Brahma, nor the ten figures within the stabilising formation Vishnu left behind resisted him.

"Could one cultivator, no matter how great truly bear the magnitude of this creation?" One of the ten avatars making up the formation mused.

"Does it matter? Either way, we fulfil our duty."

A flute bearing individual denied the two previous. "This one is the most talented person I've ever seen since Pangu. This is including all our acquaintances in the One World. I believe he can."

"Indeed, do you not notice the signs of achieving the Brahman realm?" A kingly avatar said.

"Inconceivable for one so young."

The Buddha had to grit his teeth. He felt his all becoming the foundation of existence. His limbs stretched into the continents and seas. His bones transforming into the realms. His mind becoming the heavenly clouds.

Slowly but surely, his efforts bore fruit. He would prevent Kali Yuga from reaching its end and restore Dharma to the world.

He heard his ten disciples and countless others chanting for him. He noticed the kings of Devas and Asuras watch solemnly. He was to them all, and they were him.

In the outside world, the void took on the shape of a meditating man. Even though its features were obscured, you can recognise its shape as Siddartha Gautama, the Buddha.

The collapsing realm groaned from being forcibly held together. The Buddha at his current cultivation struggled to hold his existence together. Binding with so many extremely powerful beings, many of whom made Great Principle Chaos Immortals appear like a joke, as extensions of himself felt impossible.

Inwardly, he was disgusted at the thought as it reminded him of the Devilish Dao's cultivation mantra.

Watching this go down, an elderly Yuanling was shocked. "Am I witnessing the birth of another Dao realm?"

He had betted on the Fourteen Realms fading away without either Vishnu or Shiva's care. But this Buddha person was managing to hold it. As Zhubti, he wasn't even the most talented person in the Three Realms.

"Has something changed? Grand Dao is incapable of such thoughts though." Yuanling became intrigued by the prospect. He knew the others of Zhunti's generation were trapped in one form or another. Even Zhunti as Buddha bound himself to his current task.

"With YHVH's meteoric rise on the other side of the Chaos Sea. Would Pangu's creations be his destined rivals?"

Impossibly, the Buddha stabilised his form into the void monk. His sense of self managing to actualize the Fourteen Realms, or at the very least turn it into his conscious dream, thereby maintaining its existence as a real world.

"It's…time…to…go…home."

The Buddha turned his vast body. Then began the long trip towards the Three Realms.

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