The world of Qiandu encompasses four realms: the Celestial realm, where the Deities reside; the Mortal realm, home to humans, fantastical creatures, and diverse civilizations; the Demon realm, a haunting domain where some darkness thrives, demons, and malevolent creatures find their dwelling; and the Forsaken realm, a prison realm for those pure Evil who rebelled the rules of the world, the Fallen ones.
The Celestial realm stands as the zenith of existence, bathed in celestial light and harmony. Within its ethereal boundaries, the Deities, beings of immense power and wisdom, shape the cosmic forces that govern Qiandu. Their divine presence influences the mortal realms, guiding and intervening when necessary to maintain equilibrium.
Beneath the Celestial realm lies the Mortal realm, a bustling tapestry of life, cultures, and civilizations. It is in this realm that Mortals navigate a vibrant world filled with diverse landscapes, from towering Nations to ancient forests.
Yet, not all realms within Qiandu bask in benevolence. The Demon realm, steeped in shadow and desolation, located far and below the Mortal realm, is home to the some darkest aspects of existence. Here, part evil forces thrive, demons and dark creatures lurk, ever eager to sow chaos. The Forsaken realm is far much worse than the demon realm. It's a treacherous place, its landscapes twisted and tainted by malevolence and destruction, where the very air is heavy with a sense of foreboding, waiting for its time to seek Revenge.
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"So this is The Kingdom of Jianghu," Kuai spoke with a voice filled with awe as they stepped foot on the bustling streets of the kingdom.
Xing Ziao glanced around, taking in the sights and sounds of the kingdom. Colorful market stalls lined the streets, displaying a myriad of exotic goods and treasures. Skilled martial artists practiced their techniques in open courtyards, their movements graceful and precise. The aroma of fragrant teas and delectable street food wafted through the air, tempting their senses.
The kingdom was alive with energy, its inhabitants and visitors alike drawn to its renowned reputation as a hub of martial arts and ancient traditions. It is one of the place where warriors, cultivators, and scholars converged, seeking knowledge, fame, and enlightenment.
As they continued walking around in search of an inn to stay, Kuai's eyes caught sight of a weaponry shop up ahead.
"Let's go inside and buy you a new spear, Ziao ge," he suggested, urging Xing Ziao to accompany him.
The atmosphere inside was filled with the scent of metal and wood, mingled with the energy of warriors and adventurers seeking their perfect weapons. Shelves lined with an array of blades, staffs, and other martial implements adorned the walls, each one seemingly possessing its own story and power.
The shopkeeper, a seasoned martial practitioner, greeted them with a nod and a warm smile.
"Welcome, travelers," he greeted them. "How may I assist you in your search for a new weapon?"
Kuai's eyes wandered across the collection, while Xing Ziao's gaze focused on the spears displayed on one side. He carefully examined their craftsmanship, weight, and balance, seeking a weapon that would complement his skills and serve him well in battles to come.
After moments of contemplation, Xing Ziao's gaze wandered and stumbled upon a hidden gem among the shelves. A different looking spear caught his attention, its blade emanating a darkish red hue, exuding an air of danger and power. The shaft, resembling steel with its metallic sheen, added a touch of mystique to the weapon.
"This one," Xing Ziao declared, his voice filled with a sense of conviction.
The shopkeeper's brows furrowed, a flicker of surprise and concern crossing his face. He approached Xing Ziao cautiously, studying the warrior's resolute expression.
"Young warrior," the shopkeeper began, his tone laced with both surprise and caution. "Are you certain of your choice? This spear carries a dark origin, and it was never meant to be put up for sale."
Xing Ziao met the shopkeeper's gaze, undeterred by the foreboding nature of the weapon. "I understand the risks that might get me involved, but I believe that this is destined to be wielded by my hand."
The shopkeeper's troubled expression deepened, his voice tinged with worry. "Very well, young traveler. But remember, such weapons bear a heavy burden,"
With the transaction complete, Xing Ziao grasped the spear firmly, feeling its weight in his hands. The darkish red blade and steel-like shaft held an undeniable allure, hinting at the untapped potential within.
Xing Ziao then sheath the bladed part — strapped his spear at his back and headed outside with Kuai to look for an inn for them to rest.
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The two had found an inn next to a tavern, not far from the bustling Arena.
As Kuai lay down on one of the beds, he pondered aloud, "I wonder if the Captain of Zhongxin chuan made a report of what happened."
Xing Ziao, his mind occupied with thoughts, hummed in response while placing his spear carefully beside a table.
"Also, Ziao ge," Kuai continued, his voice laced with curiosity, "isn't it suspicious how demons suddenly started appearing after the deity of the South vanished?"
Xing Ziao paused, considering Kuai's words. He leaned against the wall, his expression thoughtful. "I find the emergence of demons troubling as well, but how can we be certain that our deity has truly vanished? After all, the realm of deities remains hidden from us mortals, their presence veiled from our sight."
Kuai nodded, acknowledging the truth in his brother's words. "You're right, Ziao ge. But the timing of these events... it feels too coincidental."
A heavy silence enveloped the room as they both contemplated the events that lay before them. The disappearance of their deity and the sudden appearance of demons marked a turbulent turn of events.
Suddenly, they heard a loud noise coming outside from the Inn, which made the brother's look out of the room's window.
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'Clearing his throat, the imperial messenger stood before a gathered crowd in the grand courtyard of the palace, his voice projecting with authority.'
"Attention, esteemed warriors and disciples of Jianghu! I, the imperial messenger of the great King, bear news of utmost importance."
The murmurs among the crowd quieted as all eyes turned towards the messenger, awaiting his announcement.
"Due to unforeseen circumstances and the pressing needs of our kingdom, it is with a heavy heart that I declare the postponement of the highly anticipated Celestial Warrior Trial."
A wave of disappointment swept through the audience, their anticipation dampened by the news. The Celestial Warrior Trial, a prestigious event that tested the skills and mettle of the realm's martial artists, held great significance for all who aspired to prove their worth.
"In light of recent disturbances and the looming threat of demonic forces, it is vital that we marshal our resources and focus on securing the safety our kingdom."
The messenger's words resonated with the crowd, some understood while other's did not.
"Though the trial is delayed, let it be known that the kingdom's commitment to nurturing and refining our warriors remains unwavering. We shall reschedule the Celestial Warrior Trial for the coming year."
The disappointment of the crowd was tempered by the assurance of a future opportunity. Whispers of determination filled the air, while some warriors vowing to train harder and prepare for the forthcoming trial.
With those words, the imperial messenger concluded his announcement, leaving the crowd to disperse each having different kinds of reaction and emotion of the said announcement.