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Final Battle - Part I
Author: Jimmy-Chuuu
last update2025-08-31 12:33:21

The sky seemed to be torn apart, its cracks radiating like streaks of fire burning the night sky. The heavens bled crimson light, as if the gods themselves wept tears of flame.

Every layer of the atmosphere trembled violently, as if it could no longer withstand the devastating power of the two Immortal rank experts battling on the horizon. The very fabric of reality rippled like disturbed water, bending under their divine might.

The sun turned red, its light fading like the flame of a candle that was about to be extinguished. Ancient clouds swirled in unnatural patterns, forming spirals that defied the natural order.

The world seemed to turn old, aging centuries within moments. Mountains cracked along their peaks, and rivers changed their courses as the earth itself groaned.

The air was filled with dark and light energies that collided with each other, creating reverberating explosions that made the ground crack and rivers overflow. Spiritual qi danced like visible lightning, painting
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  • Captive in Darkness.

    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

  • Abduction Under the Moonlight.

    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

  • Night of Shadows.

    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

  • Epilogue – Part II

    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

  • Epilogue

    Three months had passed since the great event that shook the martial world like an earthquake splitting mountains. The seasons had changed, bringing healing rains and gentle winds that helped wash away the scars of battle. On Wudang Peak, an unusual crowd filled every corner, their colorful robes creating a tapestry of celebration."The Wudang Sect Leader is getting married!" someone in the crowd shouted excitedly, his voice carrying across the mountain valleys like temple bells ringing in joyous harmony."Let's watch, it's a rare event!" said another, getting carried away with the excitement. Silk banners fluttered in the mountain breeze, their golden threads catching the morning sunlight."Leader Rong is marrying Elder Xiao, his childhood best friend!" The news spread through the gathering like wildfire, igniting smiles on every face.The news had spread throughout the country, making everyone flock to the event, even without an invitation. People traveled for days, crossing treache

  • The Figure Behind the Mask – Part II

    The silence was tense, heavy as storm clouds gathering before the deluge. However, before ten breaths had passed, a trembling voice broke the silence like a stone thrown into still water."He... he..." Priest Lei Yunfeng from Mount Xuandu stepped forward with a pale face, his voice trembling with shock. His usually steady hands shook as he pointed toward the revealed features, his ceremonial robes rustling with his nervous movements."Who is he? Do you know him?" interrupted Mrs. Yunfeng, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. Her silk dress, embroidered with golden phoenixes, seemed to shimmer in the morning light as she leaned forward, desperate for answers.The grandees of the martial world, who had previously fled in exhaustion, now stood with trembling bodies. Their ornate weapons hung forgotten at their sides, forgotten in the face of this earth-shattering revelation.They appeared when the battle had ended, carrying a great curiosity towards the figure that had shaken two continents

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