Beneath the dark sky, the ferocious beast, Feng, shimmered with radiant golden Glyph magic. Its fur gleamed like treasure under the celestial dome while its eyes blazed with savageness and fury; yet even this powerful creature recoiled in utter horror. Before it, a tender young vine glistened luxuriously green, unfurling with graceful menace. Seeing it rapidly extending its creeping tendrils, Feng shrieked, wide-eyed with fear. It flapped its powerful wings hard as bolts of lightning entangled around its form, launching up into the night, attempting to flee in desperation.
Despite Feng’s might, it had utterly lost the will to fight. It just wanted to escape this place as fast as possible, each strand of its fur stood upright in terror like a lost hound. As Feng soared away, fading into the embrace of the night sky, willow tendrils began to gently emanate their glow, becoming like a golden chain of divine order as streaked into darkness, swiftly catching up. “Aww…!” Feng howled again in fright. Its golden Glyph magic flaring at full intensity, as it furiously beat its wings with desperate energy, its speed reaching an unmatched limit. However… All in vain, truly helpless.
Those soft willow tendrils shimmered with divine radiance while vibrant, swirling mist gathered around, and in a sudden blur, green sprouts pierced right through Feng’s back, scattering streaks of blood into the sky like a fountain. “Grrrraaaww…” Feng struggled desperately, terror filling its once merciless eyes. It howled with agony, and mountains and ravines shook violently at the sound. The people of Shi Village gasped, wide-eyed. Though the mystery and power of the venerable old Willow spirit has been a known thing to them, nothing had ever prepared them for this! Within moments of the fight, Feng—a great spiritual beast feared by all the neighboring peoples—was pierced like frail timber, unable to fight at all. The gap between powers was unfathomable.
Just what kind of divine entity is the Willow Spirit indeed? Doubts and confusion grew within the people of the village. Shi Yun Feng, the village’s chief elder, his heart palpitating with awe, recalled vividly the memory of watching that same willow once bathing in a sea of divine thunder, falling from the heavens—something absolutely chilling to behold.
Easing away with delicate shimmer, glowing bright emerald tendrils dripped golden dew that it absorbed into budding limbs. Brimming with newfound energy, it returned silently to the village with elegance and calm. Soft breezes brushed against scorched wood; yet a single, radiant green willow branch glimmering in harmony softly spread across the stone village—an aura soft and luminous, peaceful almost beyond reality, resembling the gentle strokes of the most elegant painting.
Still flabbergasted, the crowd from SHi Village took a long while to say a word as old willow had displayed terrifying strength for the first time, just one gentle tender shoot alone still ending the mighty Feng’s existence.
Only mere moments had passed before it turned into a memory—the gentle glowing Willow was once their guardian, a symbol of serenity and life during endless night vigils, silently defending the village without once stepping forward to harm others. This act of offense tonight came truly unexpected.
“So easily Feng is now dead?” echoed multiple astonished minds. After going through such grueling combat, nearly paying the ultimate price, the village’s spiritual guardian met its end in mere moments from a solitary green tendril—such a contrast seemed surreal, a divergence they couldn’t reconcile mentally.
“Back to the village!” they roared—deep shock and jubilating relief mixing in their hearts as they bore proudly away the mighty lion beast’s divine corpse and the fiery crimson horns they managed to retrieve as they dashed triumphantly toward their home.
“Quick—rescue the wounded!” Commander Shi Yun Feng ordered urgently.
Tragedy had found them. Many warriors bore terrible wounds, arms or limbs permanently lost. Others never came at all.
It is life within the Great Wilderness: where each moment could bring peril from monstrous beasts. Death, in such encounters, has become commonplace. However, fellow humans attacking each other had always been rare within those harsh surroundings—a rarity now turned into tragic reality.
“Shi Lin Hu, and Shi Fei Jang… You two bring my ancestors’ treasures and hunt the remaining invaders down! No one… I said not one soul escapes—we must eradicate all witnesses of these sacred secrets lest they bring doom.”
Shi Yun Fen’s command bore sharp clarity after briefly checking the injured. Immediate instructions were dispatched: the secret-keeper generation must be entirely exterminated before this sacred secrecy is exposed to dangerous outside worlds… Without hesitation he issued that cold decree.
Meanwhile young Little Rascal—having battled throughout this day for the Lion Spirit and fended off numerous foes both beast and human—was now covered in multiple wounds inflicted by arrows and fatigue. Yet he requested fiercely to continue assisting in further raids.
Pausing momentarily, the chief pondered before finally allowing the task—”Indeed… raw jade must endure carving to find purpose… blood must temper young flesh to mold strength… it is through such fire he will mature!”
Thus an entire night passed sleeplessly. Carrying their sacred ancestral arms, warriors Shi Lin Hu and Shi Fei Jao led vengeful assaults upon the young survivors of Bei village—no one was left. Blood spilled profusely; countless lives extinguished that moonlit, frigid night under wails of mourning by the surrounding mountain beasts—chilling, merciless atmosphere filled air.
Indeed, lives weighed as grass within the merciless land—a common fate for great warriors being fangs or claws ending their tales. Yet even amidst such chaos, the tragedy of this moment was not beast slaying men—but men, in fury, slaying men.
A total of one hundred and twenty Beih members marched originally that night. Yet barely half survived the initial chaos of beast floods… their spirits shattered after their powerful guardian met its brutal demise. Their once-mighty will was crushed; a merciless hunt commenced by the Stone warriors who now hunted down remaining enemies one by one systematically with no pity and no end.
As the monstrous Feng breathed no longer—its death released bound packs and hounds back unto the wilderness. Many wolves even turned upon the surviving Bei humans, mercilessly slaying their own masters.
“Hum! You old snake! Try and escape!” Shi Lin Hu howled out fiercely, drew his titanic bow. An ebony-tipped arrow sang like death’s hymn piercing through night silence as it flew across shadowing trees. And in an instant found home—a shriek as the metallic point sank into the spine of Beilianqi, sending arcs of sprays as bone fragmented into nothing. “Damn my rage!” roared Bei village’s aging chieftan in furious despair.
“Dreams, dreams full of malice are yours—time I seal those evils forever,” Shi Fei Jao laughed as one powerful slash cleaved through neck tendons, flinging a severed, blood-stained head meters before crashing into leaf-strewn grounds. Bei Lianqi—life no longer—fell.
His remaining soldiers went blood-deprived and petrified as escape turned frantic.
Forth flew a merciless bolt, speeding precisely straight toward Little Rascal’s rear skull from ambush with merciless precision—should it connect… the brain pulpy mush, instant obliteration.
Hearing that sharp whistle of the arrow slicing wind—Shi Hao instinctively leapt aside, spun about furiously toward a hidden copse where his angered eyes burned with flame. “Again?! You again! It’s You!”
Within a dense underbrush loomed Bei Shan—the head hunting war chieftan from Beivillage—now entirely revealed. Towering easily more than a dozen feet tall under a bronze-shiny muscular frame that itself gleamed metallic. This very brute once pierced through Xiao Bu Di’s shoulder during prior unseen skirmishes—a hidden assassin who left Shi Hao wounded severely with blood lost profusely.
“Whoosh!” With flick of wrists, Shi Hao launched out a necklace of ancient Beast Fang talisman. Bright and glittering, a radiant chain flew in celestial arcs and shattered the enemy’s deadly hunting bow into dust as it slammed into his grasp.
Now Feng having succumbed, this sacred artifact flowed naturally with Xiao Bup’s spirit; control came second nature and immediate, and as the glimmering necklace wrapped around violently swinging wide swords it shredded steel like paper.
Bei Shan screamed in anger, snatching another broad blade, charging like furious thunder. The glint of killing steel slashed across under moonlight. Weighing close to a dozen thousand catties, each blow was like nature itself roaring with raw violence.
Yet fingertip glowing again, the crystal tooth garrote shimmered like bright stars as it coiled tightly on the blade and, with resounding thumps, shattered steel into jagged debris—the sheer strength of this Divine Relic evident for all in a moment.
“Crash!” Again, “Crash!”
Forty-two smooth translucent fangs separated as they flew forth becoming ethereal spears and glowing arrows as they embedded deeply inside enemy’s chest cavity. Armpits tore, legs shattered. With mighty howls Bei Shan toppled; this towering beast of a warrior—two stories tall now crushed and bleeding.
Luminescence gathered as his soul faded away, fangs returned to wrap snugly around Little Rascal’s forearm once again glowing gently.
“Little Rascal has done it!” Shi Lin Hu approached solemnly as a giant stepping heavily onto soaked blood-ground.
“Fei Jao approached, blood glistening along broad sword. ‘In the wilderness life for any true born warrior requires killing… yes, you’re only a child, but power resides inside—a potential waiting to bloom; those who hesitate in taking lives may soon see themselves falling under the same fate.’”
“I… understand…”, eyes shimmering between innocence and battle’s brutality—the long lashes blinked slowly as confusion, pain, and steely realization mingled—each emotion shifting behind bright, tear-touched gaze.
“You brat!” Bei Sanh snarled mockingly, “Did not expect your power, yet you’re a formidable little pup. Regrettably… only part your flesh I could graze that day.”
Memoring his loss, young eyes recalled Uncle Awen pierced through heart at such arrows… fury erupts—gaze flared open. Lashed down hard his sword came. With thud-like finale as another severed neck rolled in blood-spraying arcs across soaked ground.
“Lin Hu Uncle… I feel tired…” he gently mumbled, casting sword aside.
He indeed battled long enough for a boy—relentlessly channeling Lunar energy through all dangers; from beasts to beasts in form of humans; Feng… arrows and fire… finally his strength fading as well as his soul. Closing eyes gently—he slumped gently back.
“Just sleep for now…” Lin Hu heaved the exhausted boy onto his shoulder.
By then a full moonlight’s night had past, morning sun already peeping into wounded limbs now stitched and healed. The vengeance hunt upon Beicun finally concluded—with none escaping fate.
With unrelenting ferocity Stone Clan had dispatched over a hundred heads lying now stacked together, alongside bodies feasted by forest predators before ever reaching human hand.
A thunderously immense explosion roared from farthest corner of the great forest. Infernos flamed across sky and earth as an apocalyptic bird’s cry shattered sky dome.
The scarlet phoenix soared, setting horizon awash in blood-hued blazing flame. Suddenly—clouds overhead shifted darkly. Gigantic golden talon—larger than a mountain—emerged thunder-quick from the sky itself.
“Hu!” the crimson bird ducked with blinding speed to avoid the colossal grip—an apocalyptic scene of a golden claw lifting a mountain only to crush it instantly into space-riven wreckage in mid-crash—unspeakable terror lay with each action.
“Oh… the little crimson friend from way back…” Little Rascal cried aloud joyously stunned. Not even recovered fully since rising from deep slumber, already the world brought a new spectacle for stunned eyes.
Could this mean… that war that shattered these lands two years past finally never ended?—the last titanic relic creature still defends these sacred lands?
“Aww!” The golden beast lunged once again—the sky itself seemed trembling under such terrifying aura! It radiated power sufficient enough to dissipate fire aura in a breath… unimaginable its actual might; just watching one single claw dwell in high strata was enough… none alive could withstand its wrath without divine armor.
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