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Abyssal Demons knows no bounds.
It didn't matter what world, but the presence of Abyssal Demons always appears without fail. Though the stronger ones could only appear through specialized portals and gates crafted from Soul Gems embedded in a world, weaker existences appear from wandering portals.
The Seven Lowest Worlds a land filled with weak creatures, Sects that could never raise their heads outside of their puny worlds, and people who have nothing but empty dreams. The Lowest Worlds struggles to even keep itself running, and the Towers have tried letting them fend for themselves so they do not become dependent on others' help.
This fact resulted in half of each world being overrun with weak Abyssal Demons. Abyssal Demons unranked and without proper strength, that was what they had to deal with unless they push back and destroy the Abyssal Crystals.
On the easternmost area of one of these Lowest World, the Lopus Family prepares of the upcoming tide of Abyssal Demons. Towering ramparts meant to keep the enemy out, worn and faded surface a testament of its sturdiness.
The Abyssal Tide draws near, they were all preparing for its coming, all of the trained soldiers were lined up, but none would be fighting.
On top of the tall ramparts were youths and elderly alike, a great number of them wore a crimson robe with the word Snow etched on its c.h.e.s.t, they were the Orphans turned disciple of the Crimson Snow Sect.
The Main Family of the Lopus Family were also there, and so were a great number of people invited for this very occasion.
Thousands of them were lined up outside the wall and could be thrust into the battlefield at any moment.
"Irta, Ylsa, watch carefully, what the Grandmaster announced a month ago would come true today. If what he said was true, then he'll show us how formidable he is, observe his strength and sense his intent, outside of the Sword Marking he left, this may just be the last time we could witness this great brilliance in action." Dratia spoke with a heavy tone to his children.
However, it was not just him speaking to his children to watch this upcoming event. The other masters who willingly bowed to the ill.u.s.trious name of Wang Wudi were all waiting for validation for their fear, they wished to see the legend with their own eyes.
From far away, they were staring at the group of people standing hundreds of meters ahead of them.
Leo, Rea, Ella, Hela, and Vaki stood together with Chang Ping who wore no mask. All of them were silent as they stared at Wang Ling's back.
Pitch black almond shaped portals appeared from thin air, a thin aura of the Abyss surface, a familiar taste in the air struck Wang Ling. He flicked his wrist and then a sword appeared on his left hand. He flicked his wrist again and then a mask appeared in his right hand.
Masking himself, he took a deep breath, "What I am about to do cannot be stopped, I not take you into consideration, and I will never hesitate. What I am about to show you is a part of me that had yet to deteriorate from peace. Do not part your eyes from my movement. And whatever you do, never distract me or spend an ounce of your concentration worrying about me."
Wang Ling stepped forth holding a sword in his left hand. His steps had no hesitation, no hint of fear could be found, his intent was sharp almost cutting the air, but, deep inside he knew that he had gotten weak.
The battlefield was a whetstone of one's skills, peace the humid breeze that brings forth rust, and to Wang Ling such a peaceful breeze was poison. This, he stepped forth once more. He took a deep breath, ready to live this life to face bloodshed once again.
FWU! Wang Ling began without holding back. His eyes showed a sharp glint as he swung his blade on one of the Abyssal Demons coming out of a Gate. A wail echoed from a Beast-like Abyssal Demon, yet Wang Ling did not care.
Wang Ling killed one, then he moved to the next. Dozens of demons poured out of the Gates, it was as though they were a never-ending tide, but one man alone faced them. These Demons did not have a mind, they attacked anything that has life and without regard to their existence. All they wish was to wreak havoc and desecrate existence.
They roared against Wang Ling, shot out their tendrils at him. Wang Ling's eyes showed a dangerous light, "As I thought, this will not suffice to even be treated as a proper whetstone for my senses."
The tendrils wrapped around Wang Ling. The disciples wanted to call out to him, but remember his words and kept their mouths shut. Wang Ling held nothing back, and in a split second, he circulated his Holy Qi, and then moved his hand, "Twilight Sword: Angelic Thread."
One slash, two, three, four, ten, twenty, and then it reached a hundred slashes. A net of sword slashes appeared. The tendrils disappeared with Wang Ling's sword, the earth underneath collapsed, "I am still unable to use this technique without causing an accident… I better push it to it limit."
The sword intent of Pure Death washed the land of death black and red.
The disciples saw it, a never-ending trail of bones and bodies behind his every step. Billions upon billions of lives clawing at Wang Ling's back, trying to drag him to their side and Wang Ling cutting them to nothing like reeds.
All of them were left silent seeing such a sight.
"A fight is nothing but a means, there is no glory in it, and there is no pride at stake. Other than your life, nothing matters, survivable is what's important, and it will only ever hold meaning or if you can live through a bout. Take the shortest path, do not be provoked — but these are merely the words I have learned throughout my journey, no one could ever teach you what it means to live through life, other than yourselves. From here on, I am going to destroy the Heart of the Abyss placed upon this world, if you can keep up, then that will be up to you."
Chang Ping heard his words and then smiled, "Children, what you are about to witness is the Master… going for a walk in this beautiful day."
Hearing that, Wang Ling laughed remembering his words from the past, and then, he took off, killing everything in his way not caring about those behind.
Thus, the day that would later be known as the 15 Days of Slaughter took place.
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Abyssal Demons knows no bounds.
It didn't matter what world, but the presence of Abyssal Demons always appears without fail. Though the stronger ones could only appear through specialized portals and gates crafted from Soul Gems embedded in a world, weaker existences appear from wandering portals.
The Seven Lowest Worlds a land filled with weak creatures, Sects that could never raise their heads outside of their puny worlds, and people who have nothing but empty dreams. The Lowest Worlds struggles to even keep itself running, and the Towers have tried letting them fend for themselves so they do not become dependent on others' help.
This fact resulted in half of each world being overrun with weak Abyssal Demons. Abyssal Demons unranked and without proper strength, that was what they had to deal with unless they push back and destroy the Abyssal Crystals.
On the easternmost area of one of these Lowest World, the Lopus Family prepares of the upcoming tide of Abyssal Demons. Towering ramparts meant to keep the enemy out, worn and faded surface a testament of its sturdiness.
The Abyssal Tide draws near, they were all preparing for its coming, all of the trained soldiers were lined up, but none would be fighting.
On top of the tall ramparts were youths and elderly alike, a great number of them wore a crimson robe with the word Snow etched on its c.h.e.s.t, they were the Orphans turned disciple of the Crimson Snow Sect.
The Main Family of the Lopus Family were also there, and so were a great number of people invited for this very occasion.
Thousands of them were lined up outside the wall and could be thrust into the battlefield at any moment.
"Irta, Ylsa, watch carefully, what the Grandmaster announced a month ago would come true today. If what he said was true, then he'll show us how formidable he is, observe his strength and sense his intent, outside of the Sword Marking he left, this may just be the last time we could witness this great brilliance in action." Dratia spoke with a heavy tone to his children.
However, it was not just him speaking to his children to watch this upcoming event. The other masters who willingly bowed to the ill.u.s.trious name of Wang Wudi were all waiting for validation for their fear, they wished to see the legend with their own eyes.
From far away, they were staring at the group of people standing hundreds of meters ahead of them.
Leo, Rea, Ella, Hela, and Vaki stood together with Chang Ping who wore no mask. All of them were silent as they stared at Wang Ling's back.
Pitch black almond shaped portals appeared from thin air, a thin aura of the Abyss surface, a familiar taste in the air struck Wang Ling. He flicked his wrist and then a sword appeared on his left hand. He flicked his wrist again and then a mask appeared in his right hand.
Masking himself, he took a deep breath, "What I am about to do cannot be stopped, I not take you into consideration, and I will never hesitate. What I am about to show you is a part of me that had yet to deteriorate from peace. Do not part your eyes from my movement. And whatever you do, never distract me or spend an ounce of your concentration worrying about me."
Wang Ling stepped forth holding a sword in his left hand. His steps had no hesitation, no hint of fear could be found, his intent was sharp almost cutting the air, but, deep inside he knew that he had gotten weak.
The battlefield was a whetstone of one's skills, peace the humid breeze that brings forth rust, and to Wang Ling such a peaceful breeze was poison. This, he stepped forth once more. He took a deep breath, ready to live this life to face bloodshed once again.
FWU! Wang Ling began without holding back. His eyes showed a sharp glint as he swung his blade on one of the Abyssal Demons coming out of a Gate. A wail echoed from a Beast-like Abyssal Demon, yet Wang Ling did not care.
Wang Ling killed one, then he moved to the next. Dozens of demons poured out of the Gates, it was as though they were a never-ending tide, but one man alone faced them. These Demons did not have a mind, they attacked anything that has life and without regard to their existence. All they wish was to wreak havoc and desecrate existence.
They roared against Wang Ling, shot out their tendrils at him. Wang Ling's eyes showed a dangerous light, "As I thought, this will not suffice to even be treated as a proper whetstone for my senses."
The tendrils wrapped around Wang Ling. The disciples wanted to call out to him, but remember his words and kept their mouths shut. Wang Ling held nothing back, and in a split second, he circulated his Holy Qi, and then moved his hand, "Twilight Sword: Angelic Thread."
One slash, two, three, four, ten, twenty, and then it reached a hundred slashes. A net of sword slashes appeared. The tendrils disappeared with Wang Ling's sword, the earth underneath collapsed, "I am still unable to use this technique without causing an accident… I better push it to it limit."
The sword intent of Pure Death washed the land of death black and red.
The disciples saw it, a never-ending trail of bones and bodies behind his every step. Billions upon billions of lives clawing at Wang Ling's back, trying to drag him to their side and Wang Ling cutting them to nothing like reeds.
All of them were left silent seeing such a sight.
"A fight is nothing but a means, there is no glory in it, and there is no pride at stake. Other than your life, nothing matters, survivable is what's important, and it will only ever hold meaning or if you can live through a bout. Take the shortest path, do not be provoked — but these are merely the words I have learned throughout my journey, no one could ever teach you what it means to live through life, other than yourselves. From here on, I am going to destroy the Heart of the Abyss placed upon this world, if you can keep up, then that will be up to you."
Chang Ping heard his words and then smiled, "Children, what you are about to witness is the Master… going for a walk in this beautiful day."
Hearing that, Wang Ling laughed remembering his words from the past, and then, he took off, killing everything in his way not caring about those behind.
Thus, the day that would later be known as the 15 Days of Slaughter took place.
Abyssal Demons knows no bounds. It didn't matter what world, but the presence of Abyssal Demons always appears without fail. Though the stronger ones could only appear through specialized portals and gates crafted from Soul Gems embedded in a world, weaker existences appear from wandering portals. The Seven Lowest Worlds a land filled with weak creatures, Sects that could never raise their heads outside of their puny worlds, and people who have nothing but empty dreams. The Lowest Worlds struggles to even keep itself running, and the Towers have tried letting them fend for themselves so they do not become dependent on others' help. This fact resulted in half of each world being overrun with weak Abyssal Demons. Abyssal Demons unranked and without proper strength, that was what they had to deal with unless they push back and destroy the Abyssal Crystals. On the easternmost area of one of these Lowest World, the Lopus Family prepares of the upcoming tide of Abyssal Demons. Towering ramparts meant to keep the enemy out, worn and faded surface a testament of its sturdiness. The Abyssal Tide draws near, they were all preparing for its coming, all of the trained soldiers were lined up, but none would be fighting. On top of the tall ramparts were youths and elderly alike, a great number of them wore a crimson robe with the word Snow etched on its c.h.e.s.t, they were the Orphans turned disciple of the Crimson Snow Sect. The Main Family of the Lopus Family were also there, and so were a great number of people invited for this very occasion. Thousands of them were lined up outside the wall and could be thrust into the battlefield at any moment. "Irta, Ylsa, watch carefully, what the Grandmaster announced a month ago would come true today. If what he said was true, then he'll show us how formidable he is, observe his strength and sense his intent, outside of the Sword Marking he left, this may just be the last time we could witness this great brilliance in action." Dratia spoke with a heavy tone to his children. However, it was not just him speaking to his children to watch this upcoming event. The other masters who willingly bowed to the ill.u.s.trious name of Wang Wudi were all waiting for validation for their fear, they wished to see the legend with their own eyes. From far away, they were staring at the group of people standing hundreds of meters ahead of them. Leo, Rea, Ella, Hela, and Vaki stood together with Chang Ping who wore no mask. All of them were silent as they stared at Wang Ling's back. Pitch black almond shaped portals appeared from thin air, a thin aura of the Abyss surface, a familiar taste in the air struck Wang Ling. He flicked his wrist and then a sword appeared on his left hand. He flicked his wrist again and then a mask appeared in his right hand. Masking himself, he took a deep breath, "What I am about to do cannot be stopped, I not take you into consideration, and I will never hesitate. What I am about to show you is a part of me that had yet to deteriorate from peace. Do not part your eyes from my movement. And whatever you do, never distract me or spend an ounce of your concentration worrying about me." Wang Ling stepped forth holding a sword in his left hand. His steps had no hesitation, no hint of fear could be found, his intent was sharp almost cutting the air, but, deep inside he knew that he had gotten weak. The battlefield was a whetstone of one's skills, peace the humid breeze that brings forth rust, and to Wang Ling such a peaceful breeze was poison. This, he stepped forth once more. He took a deep breath, ready to live this life to face bloodshed once again. FWU! Wang Ling began without holding back. His eyes showed a sharp glint as he swung his blade on one of the Abyssal Demons coming out of a Gate. A wail echoed from a Beast-like Abyssal Demon, yet Wang Ling did not care. Wang Ling killed one, then he moved to the next. Dozens of demons poured out of the Gates, it was as though they were a never-ending tide, but one man alone faced them. These Demons did not have a mind, they attacked anything that has life and without regard to their existence. All they wish was to wreak havoc and desecrate existence. They roared against Wang Ling, shot out their tendrils at him. Wang Ling's eyes showed a dangerous light, "As I thought, this will not suffice to even be treated as a proper whetstone for my senses." The tendrils wrapped around Wang Ling. The disciples wanted to call out to him, but remember his words and kept their mouths shut. Wang Ling held nothing back, and in a split second, he circulated his Holy Qi, and then moved his hand, "Twilight Sword: Angelic Thread." One slash, two, three, four, ten, twenty, and then it reached a hundred slashes. A net of sword slashes appeared. The tendrils disappeared with Wang Ling's sword, the earth underneath collapsed, "I am still unable to use this technique without causing an accident I better push it to it limit." The sword intent of Pure Death washed the land of death black and red. The disciples saw it, a never-ending trail of bones and bodies behind his every step. Billions upon billions of lives clawing at Wang Ling's back, trying to drag him to their side and Wang Ling cutting them to nothing like reeds. All of them were left silent seeing such a sight. "A fight is nothing but a means, there is no glory in it, and there is no pride at stake. Other than your life, nothing matters, survivable is what's important, and it will only ever hold meaning or if you can live through a bout. Take the shortest path, do not be provoked but these are merely the words I have learned throughout my journey, no one could ever teach you what it means to live through life, other than yourselves. From here on, I am going to destroy the Heart of the Abyss placed upon this world, if you can keep up, then that will be up to you." Chang Ping heard his words and then smiled, "Children, what you are about to witness is the Master going for a walk in this beautiful day." Hearing that, Wang Ling laughed remembering his words from the past, and then, he took off, killing everything in his way not caring about those behind. Thus, the day that would later be known as the 15 Days of Slaughter took place.
