There were:
Red= This was the Anchor stone of Destruction.
Green = This was the Anchor stone of Nature and Creation.
Indigo= This was the Anchor stone Mercy
Black= This was the Anchor stone of Death
Blue = This was the Anchor stone of the Sky and ocean.
Orange= The Anchor stone of Greed
White= The Anchor stone of Life and Rebirth
Gold= The Anchor stone of Healing.
Silver= The Anchor stone of Metal
Brown = The anchor stone of the Earth.
Yellow= The Anchor Stone of Fear.
Grey = The Anchor stone of Souls.
Back then, one human through years of blood, pain, and a mountain of corpses managed to climb and hold all the Stones in his hands.
The first thing he did, was was to bath them in his blood for twelve days and nights in a ritual that named him their sole master.
Afterwards, he declared himself King and lorded over all the land.
With the Anchor stones, he was all powerful.
There was none that went against him regardless of cultivation level that could stand the test of his power.
Noatter how high or low, as long as they lived and breathed by the sky of this world, they were subjects to his reign.
Naturally, he went ahead to conquer many other regions. It is said that in fear of his power and might, many willing went under his rule.
For many years, he ruled the land, and when he bacame old and was to die, he used the stones of Death, Soul and Rebirth on himself to be born again in one of his wives.
From generation to generation, this trend continued.
He did this for several thousand years.
Never truly dying, escaping the will of the holy Dao in the body of a new child.
However, after sometime, he slipped.
He had not made calculations on the desire of man.
And just like him, the Children he had from generation to generation had grown to desire the power in the hands of their father.
After all, with the Anchor Stones, one did not need to fear death, as it was but an opportunity at a new life.
Also, one did not need to cultivate strength as one would be born with all power to move the very heavens and earth.
Because of certain requirements for the rebirth ritual, the Emperor was usually at his weakest just after being born.
At that exact moment, one of his sons, greedy for power struck his father in the heart and took the stones.
Just like his father, he wanted to be king.
However, he was not the only one with unholy pans for the throne.
His brothers and sisters also filled with endless desire wanted the stones.
A great battle that lasted days and bathed the earth with blood was ensued.
Luckily, the Prince that performed the coup against his father survived.
However, he had lost six of those stones to his siblings that ran away with them.
With six stones in hand, he still managed to become Emperor.
After which he killed off all his brothers and sisters that remained in the Palace.
Although his power was shaky during his reign, he was still a force to be reckoned with.
He went on to have his own family and therefore, his own children.
However, a dangerous seed had already been planted in the royal family.
If it had been done before, then it could be done once again.
Besides, those that had escaped with the other Stones had gone on to conquer their own lands and create their own kingdoms.
Naturally, a rivalry for the remaining Six stones caused quarrels and those quarrels led to battles.
Those battles led to even bigger battles.
Those battles led to wars that spammed across kingdoms, egulging the land in pain and misery.
Those were very dark times.
Just like when the Anchor stones had made their arrival, the world had once again fallen into a state of utter chaos and destruction.
Having bread to eat was a luxury.
Things were so bad in those times that many ate people to survive.
Brothers ate sisters, and mothers got pregnant so that they could feed on their own children.
It was a world were everyone lived for themselves.
In fact, the total world population dropped terribly low.
However, over time, people came ones more together, healing their lost bonds and forming families.
Those families turned to tribes and those tribes formed bonds with other tribes and soon, kingdoms were birth again.
However, no one wanted the misery of what had previously happened to once more repeat itself.
No one wanted to relive the days of suffering and chaos.
To avoid such a thing from ever happening again.
The new rulers of the world came together on a blood agreement to ensure that what happened during those dark times would never repeat itself.
For this reason, history, stories and even books of the golden Empire were all destroyed.
This included any and all records of the Anchor stones and their uses.
Temples carrying praises to the old emperor were taken down, and the kingdoms allade a bet to bring the wrath of the heavens on who so ever so much as reaserched the history of the Golden empire.
These days, only bards, those crazy nomads were ever brave enough to tell tales or sing songs of the past glory.
However, even them get a rich part of the history very very wrong.
Ideally, the world should be at peace, but after the first pillar of red and white light that showed itself from the Black islands, and now the golden Pillar that had shown itself from the Snake Forest, both of which announced the arrival of the Anchor stones, the world was bound to once more dive into a turmoil.
Many might not know, but nobles of the land knew that the golden pillar from that night a few days ago was an Anchor stone revealing itself in the dungeon.
Humans were greedy by nature.
Surely, Unrest was on it's way.
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