All Chapters of Heir of Lightening: Chapter 171
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Chapter 171. Gratitude.
More of the shadow beasts had emerged once more, but they stood no chance, for the warriors of the Hollow Gate sect were prepared.The night was heavy with smoke and screams. Even from deep inside the fortress, Kirin could feel the faint tremors of steel clashing against steel, the echoes of battle still raging far above. The corridors stank of blood, sweat, and old rot. But down here, in the underbelly of the prison, the chaos hadn’t yet crawled this deep. It was too buried, too forgotten. The silence was unsettling, as though the war outside had no business reaching this far.Kirin moved quietly, his boots sliding across the stone floor. He had waited until the cover of nightfall, until the guards were too distracted by the slaughter above to notice one shadow slipping down into the cells. His body ached from the fights earlier, but his mind was sharp, focused on the single task burning inside him.He remembered Vael’s words, the final exchange between them before parting ways just
Chapter 172. The First Crack in the Sky.
The air around the sect was heavy with the smell of scorched stone and broken soil. The war had not yet arrived, but its shadow already stretched across Malakar like a stain that would not wash away. The survivors of the recent chaos were busy at work, hauling debris, repairing walls, and tending to the wounded. Voices carried faintly in the distance, their grunts, orders, cries of exhaustion. Yet through all of it, Kirin ignored them.He sat alone at the highest peak overlooking the sect, his legs crossed, his body perfectly still. His obsidian black hair was loose, whipping slightly against the wind. His eyes were shut, but his focus was not on the noise of rebuilding, nor on the hum of human activity below. Instead, it was inward, deep into the chaos essence that swirled within his veins.For hours, he stayed unmoving. His breathing slowed, steady, disciplined. The qi within his dantian circulated, colliding with the stubborn fragments of chaos essence that refused to blend neatly.
Chapter 173. The War.
The crack in the heavens did not seal. It widened.By the time the next sunless day rose over Malakar, the scar had spread across half the sky, glowing faintly as if fire itself was caged behind its fractured glass. The cultivators below felt the strain in the air, the qi itself rippling, unstable, heavy enough that it pressed against their lungs with every breath.But then something strange happened.As Kirin sat cross legged again, forcing the chaos essence to braid with his qi, he felt the turbulence shift. The heaviness bled away. The unstable qi, which for weeks had lashed like a storm, suddenly stilled. The oppressive fluctuations smoothed into clarity, sharper and more alive than he had ever felt.His eyes snapped open. “The qi…”For the first time since the shadow beasts had flooded their sanctuary, Malakar’s qi had stabilized. Not weakened but strengthened. Like the land itself had been reforged.Then he saw them.Figures descending from the crack.They did not fall like mete
Chapter 174. The First Rift.
A few days had passed since Kirin's meeting with the men who stood on the clouds and delibated the futures of the cultivators of the Hollow Gate Sect, so naturally they had been sent out in patrol to keep the surroundings areas and villages around the sect safe as well...Trouble was never too far from Kirin.The earth beneath Malakar trembled before the first screams reached his ears. Kirin had been meditating atop a ridge near the forest, the remnants of chaos essence still scorching his veins from the last wave of attacks. He had thought the Hollow Gate’s recovery was fragile, but manageable. Now, the ground itself seemed to shake with an unnatural pulse, thrumming like the heartbeat of something ancient and malicious.He jumped to his feet, chaos energy flaring around him instinctively, brushing the edges of his awareness. The trees shivered violently as if recoiling from an invisible predator. A sharp, metallic scent filled the air, the smell of ozone mixed with something far fou
Chapter 175. The Silent March.
The roads were littered with debris. Charred trees, shattered carts, and the remnants of huts that had been too close to the portals marked the path of destruction. The air smelled of smoke, iron, and something more insidious, a faint tang of corruption that made Kirin’s stomach twist.He moved along the outskirts of the battlefield, his boots crunching against broken stones and the occasional blackened body. Each step was measured, calculated. His sword was drawn, dripping with the dark ichor of the lesser demons he had slain earlier. Its weight, familiar and comforting, balanced against the exhaustion that threatened to collapse him into the dirt.Portals continued to appear, irregularly, without warning. Some were small, barely enough to let a single creature through. Others were wide, jagged tears in the sky, spewing hundreds at once. The creatures were relentless, spindly, clawed, armored with scales that resisted even Kirin’s strikes. They moved with purpose, herding humans like
Chapter 176. Whispers of the Red Door.
The night was unusually still. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath, as if the world itself were listening. Kirin lay on the stone floor of his chamber, eyes closed, muscles tense despite the exhaustion that weighed him down like chains. Sleep, when it came, was not rest. It was a return, a return to a place he never wanted to revisit.The underworld.The prison cell. The chains. The red door.It appeared first as a sensation, a faint tug at the edge of his mind, a whisper that crawled along the spine like smoke. Then the vision sharpened. He was there again, standing in that cell, the iron bars cutting into his palms, the cold stone pressing against his back. The air smelled of sulfur and decay, and the oppressive silence hummed with unspoken malice.And the red door… it pulsed.Not with light, not with warmth, but with a vibration that seemed to shake the very air. It shivered as if aware of his gaze. Chains rattled somewhere deep behind it, echoing through the void. And then he
Chapter 177. A World Mobilizes.
The sky over Malakar burned faintly with unnatural light, the remnants of the rifts casting a sickly pallor over the forests and plains. Towns that had once been bustling with life were now half-destroyed, smoke rising from roofs ripped open by the first wave of demon assaults. Word traveled fast, too fast for comfort.The High Council of Malakar issued a decree, their proclamations echoing through every city and village that war had begun. Against unknown invaders. Against a force no mortal could yet name, no sword could yet fully slay. Messengers on swift mounts carried the decree across the lands, their parchments stained with ink and fear. Sects and armies were ordered to rally, to prepare for the slaughter that was coming.Kirin watched it all unfold from the edge of a ruined bridge, his black hair whipped by the wind. The sounds of horns, shouting, and hurried footsteps carried up from the plains below. Soldiers practiced maneuvers with hasty coordination, while cultivators in f
Chapter 178. Storm Over Blackwater Valley.
The valley of Blackwater stretched like a wound across the earth, dark waters reflecting the blood red sky as though the land itself had been torn from the heavens. Smoke rose in ribbons from shattered villages, and the screams of the dying echoed across the mountains. The first wave of the invasion had already left its mark, smoldering ruins, corpses scattered like broken dolls, and rivers of ichor cutting through the soil.Kirin arrived just as the second wave struck. From the jagged cliffs above, he watched the battlefield unfold. Thousands of demons poured into the valley, clawed, winged, and scaled creatures that moved with a predatory coordination unlike anything he had faced before. Their numbers were overwhelming, and Malakar’s armies, though brave and disciplined, were clearly unprepared for the scale of this assault.He did not hesitate.Launching himself down the cliffs, he landed amid the fray with a force that sent soldiers stumbling back. His black blade sang through the
Chapter 179. The Greater Demon.
The battlefield of Blackwater Valley had transformed into a landscape of chaos and despair. The screams of men and the howls of demons clashed in a cacophony of terror, yet in the center of it all, Kirin moved with an unnatural grace. The greater demon loomed before him, a colossus of blackened flesh and molten cracks, its every movement sending shockwaves that tore the earth beneath their feet.Kirin’s eyes narrowed, black orbs reflecting the infernal glow emanating from the creature. Its scales deflected every normal strike, every swing of his sword sending only sparks off its hide. It was unlike anything he had ever faced, a creature that seemed to resist not only flesh and steel but the very essence of power itself.The soldiers around them froze, their weapons lowered, unsure whether to run or watch. For the first time, they were witnessing not just a fighter, but someone capable of standing toe to toe with horror incarnate.Kirin clenched his jaw, feeling the burn of exhaustion
Chapter 180. The Cracks Spread.
The air smelled of sulfur and smoke, thick enough that it clung to Kirin’s lungs like a living thing. Every breath tasted of ash, every exhale a bitter reminder of the world teetering on the edge of annihilation. The portals were spreading faster than he could count, bleeding through the sky like jagged wounds in the heavens.Reports reached him constantly. One village destroyed, two more overrun, dozens of soldiers lost. Even the armies of Malakar were stretched thin, unable to contain the chaos. Every messenger that stumbled into the sect carried the same terrified message: the cracks were multiplying, and nothing seemed able to hold them back.Kirin moved through the chaos, his boots crunching on scorched earth, his black cloak whipping around him like shadows in motion. Villagers ran past him, screaming, clutching children or whatever possessions they could carry. He guided them through paths that still remained safe, warding off smaller demons that leaped out of portals, tearing