The Tales of the Legendary Mimic : Momo

Whispers Beneath the Moon

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 Race has truly returned?”

“I believe in preparation,” IX69 replied, eyes narrowing toward the distant peaks. “Whether or not the dragons have risen, fear itself has already weakened the sects. That alone makes his words dangerous.”

The Flower Goddess tilted her head, watching the faint glimmer of her lotus petals. “You suspect a spy among the disciples.”

“I do not suspect,” he said quietly. “I know.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Then tell me, who have you got your eyes on…?”

Staring at the orizone for a long while, IX69 said nothing. The wind howled between them, carrying the scent of sandalwood from the distant temple halls.

Only now he whispered, “The one who stands closest to the light often casts the darkest shadow.”

Comfused and compelled, purple goddess felt intrigued but before she could ask more, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the night.

A young disciple, barely sixteen, fell to his knees before them. His robes were torn, his face pale with terror.

“Elder IX69!” he gasped. “Someone, someone has been killed!”

The Flower Goddess’s lotus flared to life, bathing the boy in soft purple light. “Who?”

“Then, his words caught in his throat. “Elder Voren, my lady. He’s dead.”

The wind fell still.

IX69’s expression didn’t change, but the faint ripple of energy around him made the nearby bamboo bend.

“Where?”

“In the inner sanctum, by the turtle key altar,” the disciple quivered.Halfway through his words the duo made way and arrived with different footwork techniques.

“There doesn't seem to be signs of struggle… only blood.”

“Which assassin is capable of infiltrating and killing an elder these smooth… Could it be..? * IX69 said to himself

The Goddess’s eyes darkened. “The tournament hasn’t even begun yet we already lost an elder.. A renowned one at that! The hell is this!!”

With her anger came purplish thorns and flowers stinging and burning the air in a glass like film.

The Goddess’s uproar scared off the disciple who barely made it out on his feet as he fell and rolled down the stone stairs.

IX69 sighed before grabbing a hold of air vacuum as made a grabbing motion before snapping his fingers

Poof! **

The scared figure of the disciple appeared once more, seeing that he returned to the same terrorsome space he nearly passed out and peed his pants.

“E..el..eld..er”

“Summon the council. No one leaves the mountain until we find who did this,Understood…?”

“Yes.. s..s” dismissing himself with a speech, he sped out to deliver the message

The Flower Goddess floated beside IX69, her voice low. “Do you think Jin Luyang’s men…?”

IX69 shook his head. “No. This was done by someone who knew the inner seals. Only a member of Cloudsky could enter the altar chamber unseen or maybe… a shifter? ”

“A shifter….are they really back?”

She studied him carefully. “Well then.. Let's hunt.”

…..

By dawn, word of Elder Voren’s death spread like wildfire.

The disciples whispered of cursed relics, of the dragons’ curse, of treachery. The once-proud sect now felt suffocating under the weight of suspicion.

The Flower Goddess convened the elders in the Grand Hall again, her beauty now shadowed by fury. “One of you has defiled the sect’s sacred grounds,” she said, her tone like thunder wrapped in silk.

“If you think silence will save you, think again.”

Elder Hagan’s eyes blazed. “Do not look at me! I had no quarrel with Voren,he was my rival, not my enemy!”

Another elder snarled, “And yet his bloodfeud mark was found on your talisman seal you haven't buried the hatchet...!?"

“Like you didn't have a beef to pick? Weren't u going frame and end him?”

“You dare Bullshit me..!!”

“ Come at me if u dare. I swear to not feed mince and feed u to the ignore Dogs at senpao cave!!”

The hall erupted in chaos.

IX69 remained seated, silent. When the noise reached its peak, he rose slowly. The silence that followed was immediate.

“There will be no accusations or mincing… ” with a meaningful glass he added, “for now...”

Extending his hand, from his sleeve emerged a sphere of black crystal, the Memory Echo Orb. It pulsed faintly, humming with ethereal light. “This will show us the final image seen by the dead.”

Elder Hagan paled. “That’s forbidden! The orb consumes part of the soul”

“Then perhaps,” IX69 said coldly, “You would like to claim guilty and play jesus for the rest of the seats..? ”

Hagan didn't think too much before sitting down, he didn't like the tarnish entry of the dead but that doesn't mean he had trade his freedom while the real Culprit enjoys the show.

He wasn't a clown…

Seeing him coming to his seat with a calm expression

The Goddess gave a quiet nod.

The orb floating from IX69’s palm, spun faster, its light deepening until an image appeared within , Elder Voren, kneeling by the Water Turtle Key, muttering an incantation… and then , a shadow falling across him.

The image flickered , and the shadow’s face was revealed.

A gasp tore through the hall.

It was not an elder.

It wasn't a disciple either…

It was a… Shadow?

The elders looked at one another in confusion. They kept watching for a while enough to see a disciple pass by but got attacked by the shadow. It was thesame disciple that informed IX69 of the murder….. Something wasn't right ..

Flower Goddess’s eyes hardened, a hand reached her shoulder she looked back to see.

IX69’s voice was calm, almost too calm. “we shall proceed with the tournaments. No elder is allowed to leave the clan grounds.”

“Also..”

Giving a round us gaze “Get weapons from the light elfs, The destruction race have returned..with a never before seen support. We have got only two choices die or die faster.”

“Hall….dismissed..!!”

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