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Epilogue – Part II

Author: Jimmy-Chuuu

2025-09-02 12:03:56

Many speculations circulated through taverns and training halls across the land.

Some said that the Immortal had wandered to a higher realm, leaving the mortal world to pursue true immortality. Others believed that he had reached Nirvana, as this world could no longer accommodate his extraordinary existence that had transcended all earthly boundaries.

The story of his departure became a legend that continues to be spoken, passed down from generation to generation. The name of the Wudang Sect Leader and the story of his passing became immortal in the hearts and minds of those living on the Longhai Continent, carved deeper than stone inscriptions.

One hundred years later, in Biratama City, the quiet night was interrupted by the first sound of the bells that marked the beginning of the night. The bronze bells carried melancholy tones across empty streets, their resonance speaking of time's endless passage.

The dark and silent sky bore silent witness to an event that would change one's fa

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The scarred man laughed harshly, the sound echoing off the cliff walls like thunder in an empty canyon. His damaged face twisted with sadistic pleasure as he prepared to deliver the final blow. "Why did you only think of begging for mercy now? You're too late!" He slapped Rong Tian's cheek hard, causing the boy's vision to go dark for a moment as stars exploded behind his swollen eyes.Though his body was shattered and his soul crushed, when he was dragged to the edge of the cliff, ready to be thrown down, not a single tear fell. His spirit remained unbroken like a sword that bends but will not shatter under the greatest pressure."Master... Don't throw me into the hell below," pleaded Rong Tian with what remained of his dignity. He should have been crying, but he didn't, his scholar's pride refusing to grant them that final satisfaction.Those men in black were no strangers to evil, their hearts hardened by countless acts of cruelty. They had thrown countless enemies into the Abyss o
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The man with the scarred face fell silent for a moment, then nodded slowly like a blade being sheathed. The leader continued, his words carrying the finality of a death sentence. "Just wait and see. Once we arrive at the Hadarac Desert, starving wolves will be waiting. His chances of survival are only one percent. The rest? A gruesome death that will feed the vultures for days."Rong Tian shivered at the conversation, goosebumps rising on his bruised skin. The desert wind carried whispers of those who had perished before him, their spirits trapped in endless sand.His heart raced with fear, but his resolve remained unwavering like bamboo bending but never breaking. He knew the Hadarac Desert was a brutal place where hope went to die, but he also knew that only by surviving could he one day avenge everything that had been done to him.The driver of the cart laughed loudly, adding fuel to their cruelty. His weathered hands gripped the reins with practiced ease, having driven this route
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As expected, the journey to the Hadarac Desert took more than a week, each day stretching like an eternity beneath the scorching sun. The wooden cart creaked and groaned with every bump, its weathered planks bearing witness to countless journeys of despair. Rong Tian remained silent throughout the journey, his scholarly robes now torn and stained with dust and dried blood. How could he speak when words only brought more suffering?Every time he tried to voice his opinion, he didn't just receive slaps, but also hard blows that shattered his body. The men's fists were like hammers forged in cruelty, each strike designed to break both bone and spirit.As a result, his face was battered and bruised beyond recognition. His eyes were swollen shut like overripe plums, and his entire body was covered in blue bruises that painted a map of violence across his skin. His condition was truly agonizing, each breath a struggle against the pain that radiated through his broken meridians.To make matt
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Even more shocking, he realized he was inside a rocking horse-drawn carriage, speeding toward an unknown destination. The wooden walls closed around him like a mobile prison, and the constant motion made his stomach lurch with each bump and turn."Good! You're awake," a familiar hoarse voice echoed from the corner of the carriage like gravel grinding against metal. The sound carried satisfaction tinged with cruelty.Rong Tian turned toward the voice and saw three men dressed entirely in black. This time, they were not wearing masks, revealing their hard, unfriendly faces marked by scars and weathered by violence. Their eyes held no mercy, only professional indifference to his suffering."I've been captured. By whom? And I don't know what I've done…" he murmured softly, trying to recall the events of the previous night. Memory fragments floated through his mind like leaves scattered by wind.As an educated man versed in classics and strategy, Rong Tian knew he was in danger that went b
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And tonight, as usual, they were supposed to meet in the backyard, secretly, to share their stories. Their meetings had been like stolen moments from heaven, precious beyond gold or jade.NGIIK! The door creaked as it opened, the wooden hinges protesting with age.However, Rong Tian's words stopped at the tip of his tongue like water frozen by winter's touch. It wasn't Zhao Hua's delicate silhouette standing at the door, but something far more sinister.Four tall, muscular men blocked his view like mountains of flesh and menace. They were dressed in all black robes that seemed to absorb moonlight, their faces covered tightly, leaving only their eyes exposed. Those eyes emanated a cold and threatening aura that made the night air itself seem to freeze."Who—who are you?" Rong Tian asked, his voice trembling like leaves in an autumn storm, though he tried hard to stay calm. His scholarly robes suddenly felt inadequate protection against such obvious danger. He backed up in his small roo
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Rong Tian stepped back into the deepest part of his room, breathing heavily like a cornered wolf. The wooden floorboards creaked beneath his bare feet, each sound echoing in the suffocating silence. His heart was pounding like a war drum beaten by invisible hands, the rhythm threatening to burst from his chest.The footsteps of four tall figures wearing masks sounded threatening, their heavy boots creating an ominous symphony against the stone courtyard. Each step resonated with menace, like death itself approaching with measured patience.He knew this might be his last night, the final chapter of a scholar's dreams turned to nightmare.The city of Biramaki slowly sank into the silence of the night, its cobblestone streets cooling under the starless sky. The air carried the scent of burning oil from street lamps and the lingering aroma of evening meals. The streets that had been bustling earlier in the day were now deserted, lit only by dim lanterns swaying in the wind like fireflies

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