After an epoch-defining battle, a scarred Central Plains emerged—no more grandeur or bustle, a land divided into two by a mile-deep chasm known henceforth as “The Abyss of Two Emperors.” None would ever forget that heaven-piercing war that had transpired… The Central Plains lost its glory yet, thankfully, the calamity soon receded, and as people began to re-migrate in waves, this land would soon return as the heartland of the Martial Arena for the decisive battle that decided the fate of all—was held here. With Hun Tiandi imprisoned, the war naturally ended in victory for the alliance, while the Hun clan, though many among them had advanced thanks to their leader reaching Emperor-class power, did not have time to display these new strengths before most were sacrificed for bloodshed—those that remained, disoriented and broken, barely resisted when the alliance forces hunted them and were soon taken prisoners.
Not long after the war had ended, the first ever successful invasion of Hun Territory by alliance forces proved far from the glorious land they imagined. When crossing the threshold of this land, they were surrounded not by bustling scenery but lifeless blood-red ruins. Within the core lay a blood pool stretching tens of thousands of feet across—viscous blood filled it, upon which floated dense carcasses and white skeletons. Finally understanding why the territory stood so empty became clear—it appeared every individual once dwelling within had already been thrown unceremoniously into this blood-laden abyss. Hun Tiandi sacrificed absolutely everything—his callous heartless actions brought fear and horror. Yet fortune remained as this madman had finally met someone capable enough to suppress him.
Remaining survivors among these people were seized accordingly; together with Gu Yuan’s efforts, what once was the stronghold homeland of the Hun Clan was utterly annihilated. From then onward, never again existed any traces of such a clan upon The Central Plains. Of those ancient Eight, only the Ancient, Flame, and Thunder clans survived—but importantly—not to forget a revitalized clan whose Emperor Blood was awakened through Xiao Yan obtaining God Emperor status!
This Divine Emperor bloodline granted blessings most intensely upon those who were closest to Xiao Yan in kin relation, with its fullest manifestation witnessed from Xiao Yan’s daughter, Xiao Xiao, who in nearly the same moment her father ascended to the Emperor stage rocketed to 8-star Divine Supreme Saint. This ascent astounded even the wisest observer into near-fainting shock. Although she bore prodigy-level potential herself before hand, without it truly being showcased beforehand she rose suddenly into becoming one of the martial realm’s strongest warriors. This achievement would make warriors like Lei Ying and Yan Jin—whose cultivations lasted millennia—hear of this and nearly want to burst from jealous rage! That is the nature of the Emperor Bloodline—such an overwhelming existence, explaining how it could single-handedly revive an entire race from ruinous extinction!
With such blood bestowed so magnificently over each Xiao clan member’s body, it was certain that great advances lay ahead—a future rekindled era of unparalleled dominance was merely a question of time.
Soon after declaring truce and disbanding of war fronts, unity had broken. It was evident that in the following years of tranquility and balance maintained among factions across the Martial Continent—a terrifying clash on the previous scale would most certainly be avoided thanks to the arrival of one overbearing force.
The name **Flame Sage**, Xiao Yan resonated in every crevice—this exalted being, adored by millions as though a celestial godlike figure, safeguarding the martial land.
Even though the union dissolved afterward, Heavenly Alliance persisted, having long surpassed divisions among schools now. Their shared understanding: it was a sacred honor to belong and stand beneath such supremacy—the ultimate sovereign atop it all!
Two years after calamity reshaping destinies passed—the Central Plains once slowly blossomed with vibrant new life and sprouting sects. However with such development came an unchallenged authority overseeing from beyond—the undeniably uncontested Heavenly Council.
Following the grueling conflict with Hun Tiandi, Xiao Yan harnessed异火 force efficiently within only two years, healing entirely without any lasting effects. Throughout these tranquil intervening seasons, Xiao Yan finally wed both Xunal and Mei (Color Serpent) in a grand ceremony seen under Heavens’ eye—gracing witness from millions as the momentous culmination of his promise sealed long prior.
Following the festivities shortly, leadership duties at the Heavenly Council transferred again—handing reigns fully over to the Master Elder according to his wishes. Master Elder could only respond with reluctant affection toward this habitual deflection knowing full well this youth would once again play the easygoing master while leaving immense responsibilities behind—an acceptance born from respect for what the warrior suffered all those preceding years.
Thus, once all obligations relinquished, Xiao Yan journeyed away freely into lands beyond, roaming the world at will beneath wide-open skies, embracing peace and tranquility freely now accessible.
Time passed quietly—through spring to frost—before a new cycle approached. Outward from Norlis city located on central-eastern Zhou continent, beneath a solitary pagoda sat three figures gazing eagerly:
“Will Ling Jing *really* show up?” One man dressed in ashen robes, features sharper asked—licking lips with barely contained anticipatory energy.
“Lin Yang, still impatient even now?” another more gentle voice answered with slight laughter from beside.
“Well Lin Xiu Ya—听说 ya set quite foundation for some *帮* at Qingtian City,” interjected robust柳擎 jokingly adding his chuckled note, now clan head with natural gravitas in posture.
“Just minor stuff—not worth mentioning. Hardly even a fraction of what *that guy* pulls off!” Lin Xui Ya waved him aside casually.
Then a familiar laughing echo resounded:
“Ha! That sounds outta your style!”
As soon as Lin Xui Ya stopped speaking, that sound broke open silence from within shade where—sure enough—a black-robed person appeared seamlessly. There he stood boldly without fanfare or warning—none other than the very Flame Emperor himself.
“Haha, man finally stepped onto stage after years off!”
Seeing him appear, all three rushed toward warmly delivering strong but happy punches, none caring how bold those impacts landed.
“Man—打 Flame Emperor a punch, feels absolutely awesome, huh?” Lin Yun chuckled heartily.
Joyfully embracing reunited friendships anew, he summoned numerous kegs into the scene as though conjured straight from thought into existence:
“Not one word from you—all night drunk till we fall, tonight’s agenda!”
“Then here’s drink for us—lets go!”—echoing cheers rose among them, eagerly lifting up flasks without hesitation, drowning themselves happily as comrades reunited.
Laughter filled pagoda while moonbeams climbed gradually. Lin Yang alongside柳擎 lay drunk without dignity upon soil—having not employed aura defenses they surrendered completely—yearning for that blissful inebriation.
Turning sideways slightly, cheeks slightly pink Lin Xiu Yun spoke again softly:
“Now tell ya the truth… what’s your path onwards?”
“Been wanderin’ around endlessly feels… tiring ya know…”
Xiao Yan responded with a gentle warm laughter, turning skyward to gaze into lunar glow—spoke softly:
“…Back Gama Empire I fancy heading home now.”
“Need trouble arises drop by Heavenly alliance—it’s under watch already…”
“Huh—talk about power-backed backgrounds indeed… must’ve had right path indeed when traveled along ya back those times, hehe…”
“Ha Ha…”
Old Flower Sect ruins—long integrated through unification—stood now quiet, where once dwellers linger out of nostalgic affinity. Beyond mountains, a solitary elegant figure clad in pale white robes revealed graceful silhouette under moon. Behind stood soft-utteringly a slender female approached:
“Teacher…”
The elder turned slowly unveiling dignified expression belonging only to Yun Yun—whose presence remained undisturbed for decades despite frequent propositions for partnership from many influential figures on Continent’s stage.
Behind this still grace, lay hearts aching to know—Yanyan whispered gently:
“A message delivered by him…”
The usually calm response shifted into immediate curiosity as if a secret tremor broke loose.
She said:
“…Will you go returning to Gama Empire now?”
Upon such whisper, Yun Yun turned suddenly, face pale, eyes glisten. Her voice trembles, almost disbelieving:
“Why Gama Empire…? My thoughts… never left that place…”
Back then: not even Yunal Peak, rather, the Beasts Mountains.
Today—within Qingshan Village belonging once again to Gama Empire; bustling streets filled by more residents then in Xiao Yan’s days—owing largely to the strategic advantage of bordering monstrous terrain drawing in swarms of Mercenary clans seeking fortune. Not merely because of its geographical appeal drew them—but further still—they came because the Village houses a small modest Clinic unlike any other.
Regardless of your condition; even on one’s death’s doorstep—here lives can recover with vigor as if nothing happened—a miracle place all revered deeply!
Front entrance forever thrived perpetuated by a crowd, filled with those recently wounded along perilous expeditions. All abided however a strict order governed here: whether a beggar or ruler none skip their place—they lined, each patiently awaited called.
Initially, this regulation raised doubts if it even deserved any seriousness—until one rash Emperor-grade individual who attempted to skip ahead was met in full audience with inexplicable body liquefaction, leaving all aghast while redefined this law with utmost seriousness—understanding then fully the power held by the gentle-looking白衣女医师.
Inside this clinic laid a modest yet neat wooden table—an elegant白衣医仙 resting seated gracefully while a gentle sunbeam kissed a serene face framed by cascading dark silky hair, drawing an audience spellbound—eyes lost within this soft serene smile.
“You’ll apply the ground paste daily upon injuries—then soon heal fully”—with gentle voice and practiced ease her voice brought immediate ease to those before her—leaving blood-smeared men shivering with self-consciousness.
The patient wandered distractedly as he took his package into heart already picturing those serene smile—the sole thought keeping unrest from their weary battered psyches at bay.
His departure made others impatient and anxious for the relief. However just moments afterward, someone unashamedly approached stepping directly into occupied seating.
“How rude!!”—Out cries of rage filled air from onlookers waiting so long—all stunned briefly before turning enraged, murder in eyes ready to pounce—
“You better wait in line like others,” The白衣女子 softly interrupted, unflinchable while continuing organizing herbal shelves calmly with her back mostly turned.
Seeing such an unworried, serene attitude drew sneering confidence among watchers—their hearts whispering: ‘Here we go again…’ However, even as some braced expecting outburst from others—
This rude visitor laughed boldly interrupting silence confidently.
“You and I are familiar so no line needed huh?”
“Did—he jest?! How could—he possibly flirt before this仙子!”
The collective audience watched aghast—convinced this must be self-delusively idiotic suicide.
Yet just as everyone waited on a catastrophic retort—
Suddenly—the白衣女子, delicate hand paused mid-sorting before shifting swiftly around with unmistakably joyful astonishment across face revealing that face always close to heart—she bit her lip lightly.
“Left all these alone. Aren’t lonely now… are ya?” This bold intruder chuckled gently.
The collective tension among the crowd released suddenly as his question stumps onlookers unprepared—
Before anyone could comprehend,白衣仙子 voice sang in gentle play teasingly:
“You never kept, I went alone then!”
“…Come dwell in Wutan with me?” he smiled gently while tousling his hair.
Her hand went before mouth as slight laughter burst through dim blushing while her eyes softened with a gentle arching curve along the lips, watching their world suddenly collapse around stunned watchers in shock… feeling their insides torn from them with coldness spreading… the hopes gone with it…
Back in Central Plains of GAMA EMPIRE’s capitol —Gamascity.
Today was important marking炎盟能源 Auction Day being organized under Flame Coalition—an elite global auction drawing high bidders worldwide to the once central headquarters of the Miters family—right in the city core beneath an overharking glass ceiling soaring high over countless dense packed individuals all buzzing eagerly anticipating the excitement about begin. However—while the items sold here were indeed of elite rarity—much of their attraction stemmed equally perhaps from auctioneers rather than commodities alone.
Center of spotlight danced a voluptuously clothed redhead, dressed to allure. Her gown draped perfectly outlining sensually matured forms while captivating the audience as she exuded charisma unmatched despite being no brawn beauty.
She didn’t climb this ladder only through appearances but through economic wizardry—her hands reaching into every corner of business and secrets—her mind capable dissect hidden agendas at will. Though her martial arts skill was only average due mainly to elixirs allowing reach Emperor level—yet her command drew hundreds of devoted experts loyal under deadly peril willing. Hence why many revered her as GOLDEN QUEEN with name **Mitter Ya Fe**
Eyes from the audience fixating slightly greedily upon the previous auctioneer—Ya Fe chuckled shaking her while selecting next ancient scroll.
“A lower-tiered Sky class martial skill—Thunder Movement Art, starts at Thirty Billion Gold pieces”—With that, murmurs surged through hall—eyes lighting either fueled by the technique’s prospect or by **her** presence. Either way its impact was massive. Bidding excitement grew across factions present preparing intense battle…
Yet unexpectedly as starting bell rang,
“…Can’t we do something like thirty? And add a nice discount?”
This audacious remark echoed, surprising masses into immediate scoffs as if in fish-market.
“Who’s this lunatic anyway?! Who bargains here!?”
Many turning toward origin finally pinpoint the dark cloth youth now seated front row without a sign indicating where he came from.
Ya-fe froze—gripped by that same familiar gaze.
Could it really be…
Before anyone realized it:
“What’s thirty billion… and *me* on the side?” Smirking at Ya Fe’s aging magnificence
The Auction Hall guards tensed—preparing for violence but Ya Fe held expression shifting to gentle sultriness, then:
“Well… that might actually be doable…”
Her melodious voice sent hall into total dead silence and all guards hesitated—frost in their hearts.
The world turned while time passed by without ever pausing…
Now more than a decade beyond the “Dual Sage War”—fresh champions kept emerging bringing vibrant vigor renewing interest continually. Flaming Sage Xiao YAN, however, remained largely hidden from sight throughout such transformations but still remained the focal point—his legend never faded; rather it had taken roots deep through storytelling—growing mythical stature as time progressed.
In GAMA EMPIRE, Wutan city stood elevated beyond mere cityscape; considered sacred for being **Xiao clan headquarters**, now producing a long line of martial masters, a family now rivaling few remaining elite families of the world.
Right in middle of Wutan, stood a lavish villa hearing echoing giggles within. Peeking beyond its walls revealed young children running while joyful echoes reverberated.
A young man seated on shaded stone bench placed a thin grass stick between lips while leaning arms atop his head—sun’s gentle warmth lulling him as he soaked it comfortably. Besides reclined **Qing Lang Xia**—a slim feminine figure gracefully peeled fruit delicately offering pieces directly into his mouth, however the minute she began rising up—a powerful arm ensnared narrow waist, pulling sharply in toward embrace—before a firm lip brushed cheek affectionately, igniting instant rosy hue.
“They’re watching…,” she blushed murmuring softly in mock reprimand while still entangled.
“So what—they’ll catch a break one of these days, besides we’ve been husband-and-wife now…” Xiaoyant shrugged laughing at playful teasing
Before she answered however,
“I SAW IT!”
Interrupted an energetic child—arms cross, pointing furiously:
“He’s being mean to Mama again! I’ll definitely report this彩鳞娘!!!”
“Little demon brat… threatening me? Beat it already kid!”
Xiao-Yen rolled his eyes smirking as waved casual wind sending a burst flinging young one off—whose own burst aura barely fended—eventually falling backward landing ungraciously amidst helpless giggling gasps of amusement at spectacle.
“You…” Hearing protest—Xun-er tapped Xiao Yan mildly in reproof yet smiling through it.
He grinned—glanced up at skies overhead—facial expression gradually sobering as:
“Hmm… these recent feelings seem strange…”
“What did you say?” She asked surprised
“Do you recall ever wonder whatever happened to past Martial Emperors of our realm?”
“Hunh…Why?”
“They must’ve… departed entirely”
A flicker within his eyes shone mysteriously.
“I’ve…never imagined that!”
“It’s a strange intuition growing…Maybe only within another half a year…”
Wrapping arms tighter round her waist—her hand clung tighter to him instinctively—both feeling more grounded in this bond between them.
Six Months elapsed rapidly—before the eyes of numerous elders assembled on high tower—located at Heavenly Council HQ—gathering atop massive stone tower—the center point for all who gathered.
High Tower surrounded in hovering masters eyes fixated toward pinnacle where sat dark-robed figure—only first real look of the Legendary Flame Sage they had glimpsed within a decade—reverent glances fixated intently.
“What makes you think Xiao Yan might actually succeed?”
Ku-Kun asked turning curiously toward Gu-Yuan’s figure besides him.
“I honestly could not say, though one possibility may stand—maybe only departure accounts for how all martial emperors mysteriously vanished, eliminating such caliber individuals isn’t as easy you see—Gu Yuan mused cautiously.
Sighing—Ku-Kun held deep conflicted realization—if such truths indeed existed then their understanding all along must’ve been terribly limited. Hours of sky-stillness continued before sunset finally cracked silence in a tremulous ripple spreading throughout masses—each gaze glued—transfixed.
The tremors kept gaining depth before finally at the peak moments, Xiao Yan eyes jolted open. Then, suddenly—radiant beam erupted through heavens from crown piercing far and beyond all eyes turned to witness the majestic streak ascending directly beyond known horizon.
“Awhhh!!”—Echo followed from sky trembling—eventually parting wide the veil of reality revealing shimmering passage beyond dimensions themselves—visible before billions.
Feeling unmistakable essence—Source Aura!!—That mysterious substance absent during recent martial ages—now identified clearly by Xiao Yan as essence crucial fuel behind Emperor ascension power.
Silence fell over everything as Ku-Kun beside Gu Yuan mouths agape realized their once stalled progression started shifting subtly.
“I can feel energy trying break its limits!!” Soul whispered.
Gasping:
“So this might mean… a gateway…”
Taking calming breathe—Flame Sage eyes burned with renewed long-dormant desire—veins surging with long-cold fire now rekindled:
“So… end—means rebirth?”
At corner of lip arose serene confident upcurl:
“Maybe this signifies other beginnings still…”
With that—the final words fade.
[End of Tale]
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