A golden-haired boy appeared in a grand temple, his body materializing in the heart of the sacred hall surrounded by golem frog dragons. Towering pillars stretched toward the heavens, etched with golden runes that pulsed with an ancient, unseen force. A serene incense filled the air, Tension could be felt with deep displeasure from a Elder who had a dragon staff with a long golden strands hair and white beared . Draped in flowing robes, his eyes were sharp like celestial blades, yet held a depth that spoke of wisdom carved through centuries. The boy fell to his knees, pressing his forehead against the cool marble floor in deep reverence. "Disciple greets Master." A long silence followed, thick with unspoken rebuke. Then, the teacher finally spoke. "You failed to stop them, indeed not your fault but you shall bear guilt for all race ." The words were neither loud nor reprimanding, but they carried enough weight to make the boy’s bones feel heavy. "Master…" he started, but th

The Cloudsky Sect did not sleep that night. Even as the crescent moon hung like a blade over the misty peaks, lights burned in the courtyards, disciples moved like shadows through the bamboo forests, and the air hummed with nervous energy. The Aura Field Tournament was no longer just a test of strength ,it had become a battlefield of politics and fear.IX69 stood alone at the edge of the northern cliff, his black robes snapping in the cold wind. Below him, the valley shimmered with the glow of countless aura lights as disciples trained. His eyes, pale silver and unreadable, reflected the night’s unease.A rustle behind him broke the silence.“The night is restless, is it not?” The voice was soft, melodic , the Purple Night Flower Goddess. She appeared beside him in a cascade of violet mist, her lotus petals dimly glowing.IX69 did not turn. “Restlessness precedes war. Even the stars can feel it.”Her smile was faint. “You believe Jin Luyang’s words then? That the Destruction Dragon