The familiar warmth of Bosom Heaven enveloped Wang Weixiang as he stepped out of the swirling vortex of the Sword Domain. He felt a strange lightness, a sense of renewal, as if the chaotic energies of the Void had cleansed him, leaving him refreshed and invigorated. Yet, a subtle unease lingered in the back of his mind, a feeling of incompleteness as if something was missing.
As he gazed at the scene, a group of cultivators surrounded a small, white fox, their faces twisted with malice. The fox, its fur matted with blood, whimpered in pain as the cultivators unleashed a barrage of attacks. Wang Weixiang's heart clenched as he recognized the fox's ethereal glow and depth of wisdom, feeling a strange connection that he couldn't quite place.
Swiftly, he moved with a speed that defied comprehension, his sword unsheathed and shimmering with an otherworldly light. "Why?" his voice rang out, cold and sharp, eyes burning with a righteous fury that silenced the cultivators.
Stammering, they tried to justify their actions, labeling the fox as a demon beast. Dismissing their claims, Wang Weixiang's gaze softened as he addressed the injured fox, extending a hand in gentle reassurance.
A chill ran down the spines of the cultivators as an indescribable terror enveloped them, a sense of impending doom looming over them. Amidst the chaos, voices rose, claiming Wang Weixiang's identity. Conflicting identities were whispered, with some declaring him a core disciple of the Celestial Peak Sect, while others claimed he was the son of the Divine General of the Heavenly Court.
As fueled by desperation, one cultivator declared, "I'm the son of the Divine General! If you kill me, my father will hunt you throughout the world!"
Without hesitation, Wang Weixiang's hand moved with lightning speed, delivering a powerful slap that echoed through the Sword Domain. The cultivator crumpled to the ground, lifeless, leaving a handprint etched into the ground. The crust of Bosom Heaven trembled at the impact, the realm quivering under the devastating force of Wang Weixiang's strike.
In a moment of resignation, he sighed deeply. "Forget it. If they come, I will annihilate them and sever the roots of their influence." The resolve in his voice was unwavering, a testament to his determination to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
The Void Sword Domain stood witness to the unfolding drama, the echoes of Wang Weixiang's choices reverberating through the realm, shaping the destinies of all involved.