Fantasy 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥) 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩

[mother of sorrows]

a story of murder.

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Two centuries ago, Xue Mountain was laid to waste by a heavenly tribulation that lasted three decades. Lightning rained on the mountain daily, splitting the earth and causing the mountain to cry tears that flowed down to form lakes that pooled and nourished land that gave birth to spiritual essence that pulsed under the land. It is said that an immortal ascended that faithful day, leaving behind a dying sect and a tomb from which sprouted a flower as red as blood. When a cold hand plucked the lily borne from tragedy, the Xue Mountain wept once more.

Thus, Baihe Sect was born.

Xue Mountain never recovered from the hand that had staked its claim on its soil. Its spiritual essence was drained, transforming lush green fields and free-flowing waters into a gray wasteland. Angry skies rolled in, bringing with them fog that clung to the bleak environment that spread for miles, disorientating all but those with the strongest of wills. Cultivators vanished in the depths of the mountains monthly, and Xue Mountain mourned, unable to withstand the pressure exerted by the Baihe Sect.

It was a miserable, miserable experience, but those who knew the way, called the Baihe Sect home. There resides the wicked and the demonic, and it's master is…

The storyteller leaned back, gazing at where the mountain disappeared into the clouds that haunted it. Slowly, in front of them and the children leaning in close, the skies sparked with barely concealed wrath. They rolled once, then twice, and then there was a pause as the skies held their breath as if waiting to see if one would dare to challenge the Heavens.

Feng Yongqi.

The skies erupted and screamed in fury, and the entire cultivation world came to know that the Lord of the Underworld had left seclusion.

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It’s said that when a cultivator seeks to transcend into the next realm, the Heavens will test their worth. Those who had thrown away the righteous path, instead turning to the demonic ways, experienced the wrath of the Heavens thricefold. It was only through spitting in the face of the Heavens that only one could pursue the demonic path, and Feng Yongqi stood buffeted as the skies spilt and brought their wrath down upon him. He felt the weight of heaven pressing down on his will, but the foundation he had built over centuries pushed back.

It was time to step into the dao seeking, and as the tempest raged on around, a blade formed from his will came to float in front of him.

The first spirit severing. The moment that Feng Yongqi planned to cast away the earthly binds that kept him tethered. As the blade descended, his skin withered and then surged with vitality. Over and over again, as a new life force began to surge up through him the closer the blade came to bringing him new independence. The blade swirling with the power of the Heavens grew bigger, swelling upwards till it filled the sky above him, and began to slice down as all around him Xue Mountain shook, the air contorting as the clouds churned and the waters spilled out from their constraints.

He was so close. Just a hair’s breadth from embarking his true path to cultivating immortality, and even the pain that his flesh experienced paled in comparison to the pressure his foundation was withstanding each second.

Then the blade shook, his will fragmenting as the layers of arrays that protected the sect shook — threatening to break. For a moment the blade stayed, materialized, but then the arrays began to crack one by one and Feng Yongqi swallowed. Somewhere, a Fate he had not been unaware of shifted into place, and it had come to his doorstep. The Heavens breathed a sigh of relief and then the blade that Yongqi had worked so hard to bring forward disappeared with a flourish of his hands, and the Heavens collapsed onto him once again.

He had never known such pain. Not when he had ascended before, or when he had fallen into the Abyss. It threatens to wipe him from existence, and yet he stands.

Feng Yongqi’s laughter bubbles out of his chest, the man rising from where he was nearly brought to his knees, looking half-mad and half-no-more as he fought through the remains of rumbling skies to exit his seclusion. He would not regret failing, no, for as he pushed open the doors of his palace the powers that had dared to push down on the arrays surrounding the sect withdrew, leaving Feng Yongqi staring at the skies with blood streaking down his face and hatred bitter on his tongue.

He was no fool. He couldn't defy the Heavens, and the next time he would stand in front of the Heavens, their tribulation will be no easy feat, but in front of him spreads Baihe Sect and he can see the ruins it had once been in his memory.

Seconds later there is the lightest brushes of contact against his mind as he hears Lai Guangli in his mind, informing him and others that there was a man at the gates.

Feng Yongqi looked up once more again at the sky, where the stars blinked down at him, before responding.

“Bring him to me. Alive.”

feng yongqi

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