The flaming red dusk blazed with brilliant splendor. An elder invoked a string of bone beads, each one as large as a goose egg, emanating exquisite glowing luster like an influx of stars flying down from the outer cosmos, creating fearful waves of energy. They formed a Star Constellation Diagram; intricate veins spread and flowed like a cascade from the Milky Way, emitting a grand and mighty aura, instantly enveloping Shi Zi Ling beneath its expanse.
“Part it!” Zi Ling roared. His pitch black hair danced wildly as he wielded his long spear; torrents of golden light soared, shaking the boundlessness of the firmament. Torn blood streamed from the corners of his eyes, his heart pierced with sorrow at facing such catastrophe befalling his young child. In such grief who was there that he’d leave behind alive?
Divine arts shook the heavens. A solemn mantra reverberated from thin air like chants sung by all deities, cascading infinite sacred luminescence upon the battleground and engulfing it. The aerial Star Map imploded abruptly.
“Crush it!” Zi Ling yelled. With a thrust of his mighty spear, ancient symbols ignited all across its blade and charged forth. Blinding golden light surged forwards like a tide. Beads burst—pop after pop—under explosive golden radiance; divine power shattered to bits and diffused like a celestial wave across the battlefield. Towering palaces levitated and spun like fallen leaves, easily obliterated high amidst the chaotic turbulence turning to specks of dust within mere moments. What a rare Divine Artifact that bone necklace was, reduced instantly into god essence scattering and vanishing. Many elders were filled with grief to witness this.
The blood-drizzled elder staggered; shattered bones jutted out across his body and flanged off mid-air into a colossal throne, breaking and crumbling it into misty ruin.
“Zi Ling, restraint! We are but your kin. Let us not further this feud!” A chorus of elders arose from clouds of dust—grizzled, dirt-streaked, wounded—all showing both wrath and immense astonishment that a nephew might display such unparalleled supremacy close to rivaling none other than their own peer.
“And what feud?” Zi Ling’s fury ignited anew; waves of golden glow radiated brighter than before, brightening every shadow upon the earth as though a celestial fire raged around he body. Cold rage spewed from his mouth, shouting. “Though you all are my lords you cannot oppose me; let me carve carnage upon all who dare intervene unless they come solely from the guilty house!”
“Ye—you—” gasps and growls came back in replies.
“Young Zi Ling, can no peaceful talk suffice?” pleaded another grey-beard gently.
“Speak of what peace? Mine boy’s Sacred Bone has been violently pilfered and near death he lies—yet remain that malefic household alive with no consequence? Where lies harmony here! Sit still and speak, will I? Execute both that wicked wretch and that Stone Yi now and only then might peace arrive!”
“DARE YOU?! We have arrived unanimously by the senior clans this verdict—you dare rise against us now!?”
An old gentleman shouted forth, waving a feather-fan crackling with electricity and force. With a wave, he appeared like thunder incarnated, launching countless piercing violet flashes of death at Zi Ling.
“And what rank does your identity hold?” Zi Ling marched forward, unshattered by their power alone. His body cried, emitting radiant lightning from his eye as a sea of golden thunder exploded forth, rivaling all celestial strikes.
The sky crackled with a resounding shock as a titanic thunderstorm unfolded, swallowing sky and land alike with electrical currents colliding in great detonations, shattering the fan utterly in its wielder’s grip. Where light waned, the elder re-appeared blackened completely, with smoke rising in spiraled plumes, unconscious or lost entirely in the void beyond, yet again bisected by ZiLings eyes releasing a golden ray striking his body and casting him lifeless in the hall behind, never to rise again.
Inhale upon inhailing gasps echoed all around, stunned breathless as all sensed ZiLings sheer dominance as this generation-defying prodigious fighter. How might their very own generations’ prowess appear so dimmed beneath the warlike majesty shown here!
“Indeed, my brother fifteens child proves something truly blessed.”
Rumors held widely his legendary might known within the Imperial court; none can compare to two shots felling off progeny remnants from eons past, the mythic and immortal Phoenixes.
But not only had he mastered that—how daring dared he unleash such precision destruction upon Pure-blooded treasures like those from Le’vithan lines?
Yet old bloodline masters, having suspected his motive early—they’d guessed the intent was to cleanse the young grandson using authentic Le’vithan blood essence. And now his offspring wielded equal majesty to him, shattering norms with sheer invincibily shaking the Imperial heart, towering over every old elder like divine warfare incarnated—an unsettling notion.
Certainly, outside of the appearance from an alternate bloodline branch’s child with two pupils named Shi Yi whose fate already promised divine greatness in ancestral halls—the choice naturally laid with ZiLing’s house as the one to rise above the rest unshadowed. Even with the appearance of such as Shi-Yi, Zi Lings house had become inevitable rising power no light can mask for it’s blood was sacred.
But alas fate delivered bitter conclusion, all who witnessed the result could find no escape from griefful wail.
KROON—ZiLing advanced; Each step split the ground below with a thunderous roar; cracks ran far like endless spiderwebs. His very image was that of an advancing titanic gold giant, none who stood before him unmoving survived.
“Catch him!” bellowed a veteran, waving forth vine-rod born from once-living plant creature transformed into divine weapon; thick bark and rough exterior transformed into radiant glow. The ground shattered, erupts forth countless glowing divine roots—jade-like and powerful—surging forward like dragons seeking their pray binding him in endless tendrils.
“Foolery,” roared ZiLing. His march never faltered. Each single hair strand flared golden, shining like Sol itself; his being radiated sheer divinity. His mane of gold became crashing waterfalls striking forth, shredding tendrils and root into fragments, impacting and breaking the elders’ sacred rod itself with the sound of eruption followed the vine weapon detonating into ash in an instant, shocking all onlookers, chilled within and dumbstruck.
“Fall away!” ZiLong called once more; he swung once, crimson splatters erupted across his path casting elders into distant hilts shattering beneath them as gore splashed skyward with abandon.
“Child! You go astranged mad! Stay your hands!”
Roars rang in chorus by elderly figures.
“If retribution equals mad I’ll welcome the fall!” ZiLing roared with all the defiance the world. His blazing golden strands flayed in celestial fury as he charged, unstoppable amidst death, sweeping blood across path; golden spears cast down none resisting without falling in sprays. All fled back in pale-faced terror; none dare to meet the wrath head-on.
“Envision Glyph chains, locking sky & earth alike imprisoning him beneath!” Within Stone Yi’s domain by now. Frantic supporters summoned killing arrangements through relics seeking suppression.
None dared answer. ZiLing raged like a world-dominating Demon King. Murderous intent touched skies above as even revered old generation’s warriors shivered instinctively retreating before gaze piercing with death’s flame none daring look him. With strides covering leagues, golden destruction followed every step; Yi families’ palace fell one behind another like toppled houses of stone.
“Sealing execution—now!” Beads shimmered with Glyph lines interwoven above and underfoot encasing like inescapable net.
“HOWL—” ZiLings spirit erupted once more in maddening grief. Golden light erupted from body like blazing sun. His mighty strike with lance summoned godlike reverberations from mythic past—Divine Chantings sang once more from unknown voices. His image shifted, resembling a celestial titan, sweeping all opposition.
Explosion beyond explosions shattered the ground, collapsing buildings. Divine brilliance flowed like mighty torrents; warlike fury knew nothing short of absolute obliteration.
“ALL DIE!” ZiLing’s final roar sent mighty swipings, cleaving enemies skyward with effortless grace before collapsing like leaves cut in endless torrents of bloodletting without defense.
Following close to the shadow; his wife clutched desperately their child surrounded by dimmed shimmering light trailing closely behind.
Innocent, young infant watched her hero in golden glory. Stretching tiny arms with babbling innocence towards him but no sound escaped except silent tears welling as she stared, lost. Her mother’s heart clenched tight—eyes watered in pain at once-bright young child now dulled.
“BARRICADE! He has lost his soul! Madness consumes—” voices broke to panic as ZiLing’s onslaught seemed aimed toward complete bloodline genocide; terror gripped each individual.
Yet royalty never stands without retainer support nor death-worn guardians. This family, fearful retaliation prepared early on—numerous shadow assassins and martial masters all charging through. Hurdling masses against one in hope the many can fell him by sheer sacrifice—an unrelenting, swarming death.
“WORTHLESS!”
Shi Zi Ling feared nothing, burying war-spear deeply at his feet. Drawing forth supreme divine arts unleashing godlike brilliance. For that one instance the universe itself bent to his presence: celestial lights of stars revolved solely around one core divine point, an ancient feral titan manifested roaring forth.
A thunderous call shook every corner: divine terror ravanged, one claw-swoop claiming ten lives bloodied across landscape. The field became a field of slaughter as over a hundred warriors perished in seconds; terror gripped many more fleeing.
A lone warrior standing amidst multitudes; his terrifying strength unmatched and unforgettable.
With one single explosive command ZiLing joined battle, radiating celestial light beyond sunfire height, obliterating everyone standing in frontward paths. Blood rained. In mere moments silence returned. Every adversary ended.
Then emerged a new group.
“Zi Ling, has your revenge been satisfied yet? Has the wrath somewhat lessened?” The speaker known simply as “Old Number Five”. Cloaked in crimson blazing auras, his fiery presence matched the fierce blaze of the phoenix reborn amidst the cycle of destruction and rebirth. Golden flames lit within the gaze of this individual like eternal golden lanterns watching everything from atop celestial peaks. Beside him, a boy marked by twin-pupiled gaze was similarly present. Youthfully radiant he radiated a calm beyond his tender age—a calm so overwhelming even men of old might bow before.
For Shi Yi, having claimed the Sacred Bone, was no longer ordinary. His very being had become imbued with celestial presence; each glint in his powerful gaze, each movement, exuded quiet divine command. At still tender age, this overwhelming divine presense felt like nothing more a god descending, standing above all.
“Far from satisfied,” Shi Zi LIn coldly replied, casting an eye behind. The youngest, eyes clouded, barely breathing sent heart-wrench through him. In defiance he levelled spear forward proclaiming: “Restitution shall not cease until my son is whole. Commit such evil crime… heaven may still find you but my justice will come first! Ripped a boy divine bones once? Let your clan bleed back ten-fold! You’ve crossed the final line.”
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