The world of the <32nd murim> was originally suffering from slavery at the hands of the evil heavenly demonic sect. The organization was lead by the powerful heavenly demon who ruled the people like a tyrant. He was a godly martial artist possessing impossible strength and prowess which he used to utterly defeat and execute all the members of the forces of good who stood up against him.
The heavenly demon was your classic tyrannical ruler. He craved as much wealth, power and sex as any corrupt leader would and his vassals spared no effort to satisfy all of his hearts desires. His subordinates would impose unreasonable taxes and dues to masses, he also forced any woman good enough to meet his fancy to become his concubine. And to ensure that the citizens didn't rebel, he burned away all martial texts not belonging to the heavenly demonic sect and restricted the teaching and learning of martial arts. The only people allowed to learn it would be nobles who belonged to the sect and this made their military power almost insurmountable. But he also craved immortal life, and after several years of research, they actually managed to find a way to ensure that their king lived forever.
A technique which allowed one's soul to live forever, but in the body of another existence. It was perfect, the leader and other top ranked sect officials would get to enjoy an infinite lifespan through changing bodies but retaining their soul and all of it's memories. Until of course, they discovered it's one single but major flaw, it was something so very simple and basic but at the same time crucial......
Compatibility.
It turned out that not just anyone's body can accommodate another person's soul, the body had to meet certain requirements which they only realized at the expense of one of the greedier officials who thought that it was wise to obtain immortality before any of the other officials and even the sect leader, only to end up being used as a guinea pig for the experiment and dying a fools death.
After a few more years of research, they discovered that it was actually possible to artificially nurture compatible bodies, instead of waiting for one to appear who knows when, the leader might have been long dead before that even happened, they outlined a process where by they nurtured young ones with potential into fully compatible vessels. They named this process of nurturing a compatible vessel 'breeding'. This discovery made all the top ranked officials and sect leader happy, and so they set about kidnapping young non-noble children with the affinity for martial arts and potential to become a vessel which they judged after conducting a series of tests. Unfortunately for the unsuspecting parents and family members of the kidnapped children, the sadistic 'breeding' method was a resounding success granting the nobles the immortality that they craved. To them, it was the best they could ask for, imagine being able to continue living for as long as ever by changing into young vessels with well trained and athletic bodies. But little did they know, that this 'breeding' would be the very cause of the great sects downfall.
The truth about the nobles' immortality was a well kept secret from the general public, even non top ranked sect officials were left in the dark as their leaders kept on living through several generations. But it was almost impossible to keep it hidden from the potential vessels that they were breeding, some even attempted a riot after discovering that they were either going to serve as vessels for the sect elders or die, but they were quickly suppressed and silenced. In the midst of all this tragedy, a single genius existed peacefully. He was a prodigy whose body was already being eyed by the sect leader, the man didn't even hide his lust as anytime he visited the 'breeding' ground, he would always ensure that he examined the prodigy's body. But the prodigy in question showed no form of resistance, he suppressed his anger and irritation at this act and allowed the sect leader's ogling of his body to continue while he slowly but steadily sharpened his fangs biding his time and waiting for the perfect time to strike.
"Keep at it old man. This body that you crave so much will bring you to your downfall".
He was secretly gathering skilled allies who shared his ideals and wanted nothing more than to see the end of the heavenly demonic sect's rule over the world, they had promised to aid his goal and support him as his vassals. His most trusted companions were six in number, they learnt the normal techniques of the demonic sect but also had enough wisdom and talent to create their own special martial arts.
The great wave sword arts.
The yellow mist lightning arts.
The Golden pheonix arts.
The eternal jade palm techniques
The spring fist arts.
The heavenly tempest sword arts.
Those were the six martial arts created by the ambitious masters, they spent their time either training seriously or recruiting more potential allies. They accumulated their forces and planned their steps accordingly. They waited for several years until it was finally time to perform the
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The news of the battle spread far and wide, to all corners of the main city and people from all over gathered to determine the results of the battle that would decide their future.
A man could be seen, walking with the head of another in his hand and six other shadows were seen walking right behind him each holding at least one head. The man silently walked up to the large croud of people waiting with expectant faces and raised the head he held in his hand.
"I-isnt that!" A man shouted.
"I think it is!" Another person shouted, they still couldn't believe what they saw.
Hanging from the hand of a man with immaculate white hair, a pair of golden irises and an impeccable build was the head of the man known as the heavenly demon. The man holding his arms looked silently at the crowd, his eyes studying the faces of the people he had never once seen in his life. From what he could tell, they were all weaklings, only a few of them had a miniscule amount of Qi. He gazed at them as their faces beamed with smiles, they were already rejoicing at the death of their ruler.......and he was happy, a smile even managing to form on his lips.
'so this is how it feels to be a hero huh....... I like it' the man thought.
"Thank you!!!"
"What's your name?!"
"What should we call you, oh great saviour!!"
They all wanted a name, they needed to know the name of the man who liberated them.
"M-my name....." The man said as the entire fcrowd fell silent. The truth was, the hero didn't have a name. He was kidnapped before he could even get one and was usually referred to as just cadet, his allies though called him prodigy. He looked at the crowd and was over one by an epiphany.
"Call me...." He opened his mouth, and looked directly at the crowd in front of him.
"The heavenly disciple". As he said these words, he fell. He had a sword stuck to his back all this while and endured the pain while addressing the people and now, his body had given up on him.
As he lay on his back, he took a glance at his six companions who were now rushing to him with tears in their eyes. They knew he had a sword stuck to him, but the heavenly disciple banned them from pulling it out until he had finished addressing the people.
"We need a doctor here, now!!"
"Leader....." One muttered
"No, you can't die. Not after we finally achieved your life's dream!" Another shouted.
One just cried and one was silent.
He just smiled at them. It was the brightest and most genuine smile that thy had ever seen him make.
"Thank you". He said.
"Why are you thanking us?!"
"We couldn't even save you".
"Anybody with even basic skills can help, just please!!"
They lamented, they didn't understand why he was thanking them.
"Thank you.......for everything". As these words escaped his mouth, his limbs went lifeless and the heavenly disciple breathed his last.
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