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Vedas.

Among the most ancient worlds created by the Heavenly Father after Eden itself.

The ten worlds beneath Vedas, which were created afterward, formed part of Vedas' cosmology. They created a vast realm of ten different worlds intermingled within the tower.

Similar to Eden and the floors beneath it, all Layers of Heaven leading toward the highest dimension where the Heavenly Father and the Archangels governed, Vedas was a unique realm. It was not exactly a planet or a contained dimension like Maria knew.

Because Eden had merely been an experiment that merged with Heaven, it was through Vedas that the Heavenly Father created his magnum opus, a world that even now the monstrous Ruler of the Tower of Babylon had never considered devouring.

A world born from the very fragments of his own existence, from his longing for a great realm of beauty and immense power, where magic, legends, and myths breathed and lived in every corner.

From his desire for a perfect world, the Heavenly Father exhaled. From that sigh, endless emptiness was born, expanding and forming a womb: Shunyagarbha, the Womb of Emptiness. Neither light nor dark, neither being nor non-being. From this void stirred a breathless vibration, the Primordial Om, and with it the first ripple of intention.

From this vibration bloomed a Lotus of Ten Worlds, each petal a layer of reality governed by divine principles drawn from the three great paths: Hinduism, Buddhism, and Daoism.

From Hinduism came the dance of creation, preservation, and destruction.

From Buddhism came the wheel of samsara and the path to liberation.

From Daoism came the flow of the Dao and the balance of yin and yang.

These ten worlds formed the body of Vedas, the Great Lotus World.

At some point during its creation, two fragments that would have become an eleventh and twelfth petal fell from the skies and became lost through time and space. Too weak and frail to be called proper petals of the Great Lotus World, these worlds matured on their own and anchored themselves in the void.

Eventually, the eleventh petal became Murim.

And the twelfth petal became Jipang.

The Heavenly Father smiled, content as he gazed upon the ten petals, ten worlds wondrous and majestic, overflowing with myth and legend drawn from the Multiversal Root. A world born from his own thought, one that the great lord of creation felt truly satisfied with.

And each world, each petal, came into being in its own right. Each birthed its own gods of creation and destruction. These gods forged the dimensional petals into beautiful worlds, artistic expressions of their dreams and hopes.

In the first moment after the Primordial Om, Brahma exhaled a golden breath. From it emerged a lattice of sacred geometry, mandalas, yantras, and spirals of light. Fuxi traced the I Ching into its bones, while Hwanin whispered the divine decree that gave it purpose. Izanagi, rising from the sea of potential, carved the first mountain to anchor form. Thus was born Brahmaveda: the blueprint of all becoming. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Thus, Brahmaveda, the Radiant World of Origin, was born.

As Brahmaveda took shape, a question echoed: What is right? From this question, Manjushri split a single flame into ten thousand truths. Munmu, the Dragon King of Silla, caught these truths in his scales, weighing karma against intention. Nezha, the Chinese warrior child-god, forged the first wheel of Dharma from the sparks. Thus Dharmaveda ignited, a realm where every action echoed through time.

Thus, Dharmaveda, the World of Law, was born.

When the first laws were written, a river laughed and flowed away. That river was the Dao. Laozi followed it beyond form, and where he walked, mist and mountains rose. Mago, the Korean earth mother, danced barefoot across its banks, shaping valleys with her steps. Sanzuwu, the three-legged sun crow, nested in its sky, keeping time with wingbeats. Daoveda was born not from command, but from surrender.

Thus, Daoveda, the World of Flow, was born.

In the stillness of Daoveda, Kali screamed, not in rage but in awakening. Her cry shattered the mirror of unity, birthing duality, conflict, and transformation. Susanoo, exiled from heaven, caught a shard and forged a blade. Xingtian, the headless warrior, rose from the broken pieces, refusing to fall. Kaliyaveda became the battlefield of becoming, where destruction served as the midwife of truth.

Thus, Kaliyaveda, the World of Strife, was born.

After the chaos of Kaliyaveda, Avalokiteshvara wept. From a single tear, a lotus bloomed. Gwaneum, the Korean Bodhisattva, sang to it, and the petals opened into gardens of stillness. Kannon, the Japanese goddess of mercy, placed a bell in its heart. Its chime calmed storms. Sattvaveda became the breath between battles, the silence that listened, the balm that remembered.

Thus, Sattvaveda, the World of Serenity and Harmony, was born.

In the center of the tenfold lotus, Shiva danced. Each step was a contradiction: creation and destruction, stillness and motion. Amaterasu emerged from his shadow, bringing light to the rhythm. The Jade Emperor, watching from the Celestial Court, inscribed the dance into the stars. Shivaveda became the pulse of the cosmos, where opposites embraced and time became music.

Thus, Shivaveda, the World of Dance and Chaos, was born.

Before even Brahma's breath, there was Mahavairocana, the cosmic Buddha, who neither moved nor spoke. From his smile came Sunyata, the fertile emptiness. Mireuk, the Korean future Buddha, sat beside him, waiting for a world that had not yet begun. Yuanshi Tianzun, the Daoist Primordial One, nodded once and the void rippled. Voidveda was not a world, but the space between all worlds.

Thus, Voidveda, the World of Emptiness, was born.

When the Lotus of Vedas first opened, ten dragons circled it. Xuanwu, the Black Warrior of the North, exhaled, and his breath became wind, fire, water, metal, and wood. Ryujin, the Japanese sea dragon, coiled through the oceans, stirring life. Cheongryong, the Korean Azure Dragon, roared spring into being. Qiveda became the breath of the world, the qi that animated all things.

Thus, Qiveda, the World of Vital Breath, was born.

As the ten worlds spun, Patanjali saw a thread connecting them. He wove it into a ladder of breath, discipline, and vision. Seokga, the Korean Buddha, walked its steps and left trials behind. Tenjin, the Japanese god of scholarship, etched mantras into each rung. Yogaveda became the path of ascent, where the soul remembered it was always divine.

Thus, Yogaveda, the World of Union, was born.

When all was made, Saraswati asked: Who will remember? She dipped her finger into the river of time and wrote the first myth. Wenchang Wang, the Chinese god of literature, copied it into the stars. Tamayori-hime, the Japanese spirit mother, whispered it into dreams. Vedaveda became the archive of all stories, including this one.

Thus, Vedaveda, the World of Reflection, was born.

"Thus, the Tenfold Realm was born!"

An old-looking white-scaled imperial dragon with bright halos above his golden horns spoke. His long beard shook as he gasped for air. At his age, it was difficult to speak for so long, but it was customary for the oldest Lord of Law to recount the ten tales of creation whenever a great meeting in the Sky Lotus Chamber was about to begin, an event that occurred only once every million years.

"Zzzzz… Ah! What? What happened?!" A blue-skinned, muscular four-armed god opened his eyes wide and looked around. "Ahh! Did that old snake finally finish his old and boring tale?"

"Shiva! Did you fall asleep during the retelling of the ten tales of creation again?!" A woman beside him screamed angrily. She resembled Shiva slightly, with blue skin and multiple arms, but she also had cascading silver hair and bright golden eyes, her body adorned with gold. "I apologize for Shiva's rudeness, Lord of Heavenly Law."

"Ah, just call me Tennōryū, Kali," the old white dragon smiled lightly, not taking Shiva's offense seriously.

"Hah, since when have you been better than me, Kali? You used to trample over the realm while dancing like a madwoman…" Shiva groaned, stretching his many arms and glaring at her with a cocky smile. "Hahaha! Now you advocate for manners and correctness. Don't make me laugh! Hahahaha!"

"Tch!" Kali suddenly transformed. Her face split into dozens of monstrous demonic heads that roared at Shiva. "SHUT UP, SHIVA! OR I'LL BITE YOUR HEAD OFF!"

"Hoo, I would like to see you try," Shiva laughed, leaning back in his chair and placing his foot on the table. Despite their heated exchange, Kali was Shiva's consort.

The other gods of his pantheon sighed and facepalmed, trying to apologize to the three other pantheons present.

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