He sat down upon a cloud, his long black and unruly hair swayed in the wind, he felt the breeze that tickled his exposed upper chest spread to his face making his lips curl up in pleasure then he gently closed his eyes as the soft breeze continued to make its way around him.
This man was named Immortal Sword, he opened his eyes to meet the few gazes of the large crowd of cultivators that seemed to span for miles in the sky each of these cultivators were wearing laxed expressions and were talking to others with no sense of regard of worry in the slightest.
The crowd of cultivators however stopped at a certain point allowing for a clear area of the sky to be open for the proceeding events, His calm blissful train of thought was interrupted by a woman who abruptly came to seat herself next to him.
"Immortal Moon, How are you?" Immortal Sword's gaze lingered first on her robust body before climbing up toward her face, her long legs coupled with her fairy-like complexion and face made her easily the most beautiful woman here.
She plopped herself down next to him and sighed with a bored expression "I'm fine currently, It's just getting a little boring is all. The world is small and the only thing we have for entertainment are these silly little bouts that end in a few scratches." Her expressions changed greatly during her few words. Her voice was womanly but her mannerisms and actions portrayed her similar to a young girl.
He muttered as she continued to speak "You seemed to have not changed you continue to talk about how you-"
They both spoke at the same time " wish the world was a bit more interesting." Immortal swords made sure to speak loudly, mocking her.
Immortal Moon was immediately offended and puffed up her face indignantly, "But I know you wish for the same thing! You sa-"
Immortal sword placed a single finger on her lips before motioning toward the empty fields of clouds saying "Shush, this little boring piece of entertainment Is something I like to enjoy silently."
She still looked indigent but what could she do? Kick and hit him with her fists? That would be akin to throwing her fists against two stonewalls; the results were mediocre! She puffed up her mouth and sat back down looking at the far away piece of open skies.
Two people were coming closer, A man with long red hair that had a wide smile on his face, his hair tips ran up in the air like flamey spikes, He had a very muscular body and a robe revealing only his bare chest which was common style for men during this time. The second person was a man with long black hair and unusually luxurious robes considering the times his aura seemed cold and more refined each time he moved he gave off a strong sense of power unusual for a normal immortal.
His expression was cold and he swept his gaze across the crowd as if he was looking through them until his gaze stopped and looked at a woman with similar colored hair to the muscular man approaching him.
"Little ᎶᏒᏋᏖ Ꭵ��ᎷᎧᏖ, Aren't you being too unreasonable you insulted me and my family and you have still not apologized for it even now when you're in front of the thousands of immortals here you still do not apologize?" The man with Red hair spoke, his name was Immortal Sun.
He turned his head and stared at Immortal Sun curious but he didn't say another word, he only looked at him in a blank stare which was common for his uncommon personality.
Immortal Sun was a righteous person and didn't like conflicts like these, He was considered the most powerful of the immortals here but even with such power he could only beat them up making them retreat and that would be it, the defenses of the immortals were that strong even if he beat up an immortal the wounds would be so little that they would quickly regenerate.
Which is the reason why these bouts are fought until one of the immortals give up, Pain and strength was simply the only deciding factor of the battle if someone wanted to continue to fight they would have to grit their teeth and continue to fight on until the pain eventually made them give up.
This also meant that individual strength didn't really matter much, Which is why these bouts were fought in an audience the immortal who lost would be forced to apologize for the offense or they would get beat up by more than one immortal.
Immortal Sun shrugged his shoulders and raised his fists, ᎶᏒᏋᏖ ᎥᎷᎷᎧᏖ didn't do the same he just continued to stare at Immortal Sun without slight hesitation. Immortal Sun may have been kind however, if you didn't fight back against someone beating you he wouldn't care.
Immortal Sun kicked the air, His figure was launched forward speeding through the large parts of the air and reaching his target in seconds he stopped right in front of his opponent and reeled his fist back.
Then, Immortal Sun stopped.
He stumbled back and grasped his chest blood pouring out from a clean diagonal wound on his chest, Gasps resounded out through the area.
"Wounded! Immortal Sun has been wounded!" The first shout echoed throughout the crowd, The crowd looked at immortal sun's large wound on his chest and the sound left the sky for a moment.
Immortal Sword looked at the wound and then as if in unison with the crowd he looked at ᎶᏒᏋᏖ ᎥᎷᎷᎧᏖ, There was a saber in his hand a real physical saber but it looked foreign to him he couldn't recognize the object currently and none of the immortals here recognized the object.
There were intricate and confusing patterns on the saber that showed for a moment before completely disappearing. Looking up the saber you could see ᎶᏒᏋᏖ ᎥᎷᎷᎧᏖ's sleeve and that had a strange pattern that went up the entire clothing and shown only for a few seconds before disappearing.
Immortal Sun who had been gasping while holding his chest eyes bulged as he coughed viciously and then his body went limp before falling out of the sky. Dead!
A long period of silence passed through the skies, this was the first immortal to ever die. There were no weapons in the world that could pierce an immortals skin and the only thing that could hurt an immortal although not severely or had the capability to wound them was their own fist.
After the long period of silence someone shouted out in anguish and rushed through the crowd toward ᎶᏒᏋᏖ ᎥᎷᎷᎧᏖ, She was the women he was looking at early she reeled her fist back as she approached him.
He raised his separate hand and a linear circle with a huge star shown in the sky, to the cultivators of back then it was weird and foreign but anyone in the present would recognize it as spiritual arts!
After it came out, her movements immediately were restricted and she started to fall from the skies but he grabbed her with the same arm he used to trap her.
He spread his gaze throughout the skies and then said "I declare war."
The term was foreign to them, 'war? What the hell is war?' but as if he was listening to them he responded "Within one day I shall show you war, pick your side heaven or me."