Land Of Ancient Crown (Kingdom Of Crescendo)

In the endless vast expanse of the Old World, there was a group of wanderers, consisted of sages, scholars, sorcerers and hermits, with a burning spirit of passion, they ventured out and drifted away into the domains filled with the thrashing waves of the primordial Ocean Of Yin, where hovered above was the ancient and tranquil stars risen from the clouds of the primordial Sky Of Yang, filled with the hymns of the Pure Yang Gods of the governing Primal Heavens, glinting gracefully like a curtain of countless tiny bright light dots, illuminating and divine. The wanderers were more than just proficient in techniques and more than just extraordinary in skills, so they created a massive vessel, augmented engines operated on the heart of countless occult spells, refined with the most elegant strands of faith and magics, with also good enough clever thinking, and they were ready to sail out to the turbulent Ocean.   All the upheavals in their voyage were a whole other story, keep enduring and thriving through the vigorous waves that could shatter dissipate the wanderers' essences and spirits in less than a blink of an eye, while also avoiding the ferocious claws and fangs of Saeying- An extremely powerful ancestral dragon, a massive presence more dangerous than even the Pure Yang Gods of the time, despite all that, the wanderers managed to keep on with their journey, the graceful Sky above still chanting with melodious hymns of the ancient stars and gods, the wanderers knew that the high power gods were observing them, as much as they respected the wanderers' fearlessness, the gods still didn't think the group could have any fruitful result in their journey, it was only the matter of time until the voices and minds of the wanderers got drowned by the sounds of Ocean's waves.   But fortune was on the wanderers' side, after countless untold millenniums, and countless generations of realms' eras, the wandering group's eyes caught on something. A seemingly endless tree so tall it penetrated the very Sky Of Yang. along with countless heart-shaped leaves forming an enormous green dome, with the circling clouds of the Sky gathered around it, giant mass of wood infinitely curled upon itself, twisting and bending to create a pattern of trillions vines and branches with each of them sprang out countless more branches with strange but beautiful looking fruits hung on it. The fruits' facades radiated with waves of lifeforces, within the fruit, the vivid reflections of countless Worlds and Realms could be seen, each of them encompassed an immeasurable amount of lives and tales, aspects of psyche, spirituality and sensibility, to an extension that couldn't be comprehend. The concept of the tales of life and everything deprived from it emanated from here. The endless sea of meaning and the threshold of countless ideas, the tree was called the "Moladht Esavine"", and the wanderers have beheld a glimpse of it.   And the wanderers set their gazes upwards, higher up to something greater and greater, up to the Sky piercing luxuriant branches, and they witnessed a Crown, the Ancient Crown and its refining beauty. And they were immediately infatuated with it, flashed in their heads were the invocations of their thrill and ambition, and with it, they decided to climb on the seemingly endless tree. They started by first paying respect to it, they spent their time listen to the tales told that were carried throughout the tree's branches and fruits, then told their own stories and wisdom to the tree in return under the fantastical green dome of it. The will of Moladht Esavine acknowledged the wanderers' profound knowledge and praised them with genuine leniency. And so, deemed them worthy to climb on its grand, great configuration. The wanderers' powers and wisdom's augmented more and more, their inner self developed and grew more and more as they ascended higher and higher. They've became strong, durable, wise and even divine, reaching the level of glorious, truly glorious gods. And finally, they reached the end of their journey, the Ancient Crown, shimmering brilliantly in the palms of their hands, the Crown was what they aimed from the beginning, but at the end, they have achieved something even more wonderful than that.   At the peak of Moladht Esavine, the past wanderers settled their home there, calling it the "Land Of Ancient Crown", they were no longer wanderers, and now, they will build their home with their own hands. They named their home, cities and kingdom as "Crescendo". The glory of the Crescendo shone brighter then any stars in the Sky, and the songs of praises about them sung far and wide, reverenced by even the Primal Heavens.   (The story will continue with the history of the Kingdom Of Crescendo's developments :3)