Novels by Legendary Daoist

The guardians’ charge was like a storm—two titanic halberds cutting arcs of white-blue flame across the battlefield. The crimson ground split beneath their steps, tremors rattling the skeleton army that braced before them. Shields locked in defiance, but the sheer force of the guardians’ swing threatened to splinter them like twigs.Kai felt the pressure slam into his chest, a crushing aura that squeezed the air from his lungs. His grip on the Bloodwind Blade tightened until his knuckles whitened, veins bulging with effort.If he held back now—if he stayed as he was—they would all be destroyed.“System,” Kai muttered through clenched teeth, his voice barely audible beneath the roar of bone and fire. “Override… Transformation.”The world around him flickered, energy crackling across his skin like lightning. His body rippled, reshaping in a surge of raw power. His nails lengthened into curved, scaled claws, his feet hardened and split, talons gouging furrows into the crimson dirt. From

The crimson winds cut against Kai’s face as the portal behind them faded into nothing but a silver shimmer. Ahead, the forest of bone and shadow loomed, thick with twisted trees that seemed alive with whispers. And there, rising from the earth itself, was the fortress: spires of bone, gates of blackened ivory, and walls carved from the remains of titans.At the gates stood three colossal figures. Skeleton Guardians. Each twice the height of a man, clad in bone-forged armor that fused with their very bodies. Their halberds shimmered with pale fire, and every step they took made the ground tremble.The skeleton army at Kai’s back wavered for just a moment. Even undead soldiers felt the pressure of such beings.Kai narrowed his eyes and lifted a hand. “Appraisal.”A ripple of blue light crossed his vision.Target: Skeleton Guardian Combat Power: 560 Role: Gatekeeper of the Bone Fortress Condition: Bound to the Skeleton King’s Throne Special Rule: Will only obey the recognized heir.K

The morning after the battle, the courtyard was quiet. Only the remnants of magic and faint smoke lingered, and the skeleton army had retreated to a holding formation nearby. Kai’s hands itched to check the portal, to feel the pull of the world that awaited him, but there were matters to discuss first.Lidia approached cautiously, the weight of the previous night still etched on her features. “Kai… before you leave,” she began, her voice softer than usual, “there’s something I need to tell you. The Academy Tournament is coming up. Teams from every academy across the continent will compete. I… I want you to come back for it.”Kai raised an eyebrow, adjusting the strap of his pack. “A tournament? You want me to come back for… a competition?”“Yes,” Lidia said firmly, stepping closer. “It’s not just a test of strength. It’s… tradition. The Academy depends on it. And… I want you there. Even if just to show them what you’ve become. To show them—” She hesitated, then added quietly, “—that y

The courtyard was broken, but alive. Smoke still curled from shattered stone, and Ragnar’s corpse stank of burnt fur and blood. Yet compared to the silence of death that had reigned moments ago, this was almost peace.Lidia approached carefully, her eyes shadowed with shame. “Kai… what he said—what the Headmaster did—” She exhaled, fists clenched. “It wasn’t fair. You carried us through this, and he treats you like a mistake. I’ll talk to him. I’ll make him see.”Kai gave her a tired smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “You don’t need to apologize for him. He’s made his choice. Maybe I need to make mine too.”Without another word, he whispered the command in his mind.System, open status window.STATUS WINDOWName: KaiLevel: 18 [0 / 1200 Exp]Title: The Legend — Grants +5 Combat Power per LevelRace: High Human, Half-Elf, Lizardman, Skeleton, Dark-Storm Blood ElfBloodline: Skeleton King, Ancient HumanCombat Power: 246Affinity: Wind, Dark, BloodSkills:Martial ArtsDark-Wind

The courtyard stank of blood and ash. Bones littered the stones like fallen leaves, the air thick with the weight of spent magic. Ragnar’s hulking corpse lay still, but the silence was far from peaceful.The Headmaster stood at the center of it all, robes barely stirring though the night wind still howled. His presence pressed down on the survivors like gravity itself. His eyes traced from Kai, to Alice, to the shattered ranks of skeletons, then to Sarah and her squad.“You survived.” The words weren’t praise. They were a sentence.Kai tightened his grip on the fading Bloodwind Blade. Every instinct screamed not to bow, not to speak first.Sarah stepped forward instead, her boots scraping against the stone. “He didn’t just survive,” she snapped. “He won.” Her eyes were hard, her chin high. She didn’t so much as glance at the Headmaster when she said it — her gaze was fixed entirely on Kai.Her squad mirrored her stance: disciplined, ready, but their posture made one thing clear. Their

The courtyard was quiet, but the silence felt heavy, charged with the aftermath of violence. Smoke and dust drifted in lazy spirals, glinting in the pale light. Bones of friend and foe alike were scattered across the cobblestones, a grim testament to the battle that had just ended. Kai’s muscles ached, and his chest still burned from exertion, but adrenaline kept him upright. The Bloodwind Blade, now dim and trembling in his hands, seemed almost alive—its dark mist curling like a serpent ready to strike again. Alice staggered toward him, each step dragging, yet her eyes glimmered with newfound resolve. “Kai… you pushed him… past what I thought even you could handle,” she said, voice quiet but firm. Kai shook his head, brushing dust from his shoulder. “He… he was strong. Too strong to handle without you.” His gaze drifted to the skeletons, still lowering their weapons, their loyalty and precision carved by Alice’s command. “And… you were amazing out there.” Alice said nothing, only