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IMMORTAL GOD SPIRIT

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“IN THE STORMS OF DESTINY. I ALONE AM THE GOD OF SPIRITS,”YANG FENG Yang feng the prince of immortals of the azure domain,is brutally betrayed by his friend ling bing. Yang feng gets Reincarnated in the lower realms and starts to cultivate once more, his only wish is to regain his immortality and return to his true home, the upper realm. In his search for power yang feng learns that power isn't everything and makes lots of new friends along the way. In his previous life he was treated differently but then he copes with living as a normal person and ultimately enjoys his new life.
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Chapter 1 - 1;AZURE DOMAIN

The Azure Domain was a land of unparalleled majesty and might, one of the seven great domains within the upper realms. Its beauty was the stuff of legends, a place where mountains kissed the heavens, rivers sparkled with the light of a thousand stars, and the very air seemed to hum with the power of ancient gods. The sky was an endless canvas of deep azure blue, speckled with the occasional cloud that drifted lazily across the horizon. Below, the lush forests stretched out like a great green sea, while the towering mountains cast long, imposing shadows over the valleys.

The peaks of the Celestial Range, the highest mountains in the Azure Domain, pierced the sky like jagged spears of stone, their tips often obscured by clouds. The rivers, running like veins of molten silver, weaved through the land, feeding the sprawling forests and towns that dotted the landscape. The very ground of the Azure Domain was infused with the essence of the realm, causing the flora and fauna to thrive with an otherworldly vitality. It was a place where the boundary between the mortal and the divine seemed thinner, a domain blessed by the gods themselves.

Amidst this breathtaking beauty stood Yang Feng, the immortal prince of the Azure Domain, next in line for the throne. He stood on the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the mesmerizing view before him. His long, dark hair cascaded down his back, caught in the gentle breeze that swept across the cliffs. His eyes, deep and stormy like the clouds that herald a coming storm, reflected the dying light of the sun. He was dressed in royal robes befitting his status, the deep blues and blacks of his attire marking him as the heir to the throne of the Immortal Clan, the ruling clan of the Azure Domain.

Yang Feng's achievements were known far and wide across the fifth realm. He had mastered the powers of thunder and lightning, becoming the inheritor of the Qi God, Lie Shen, the Thunder God. His strength was unrivaled among the princes of the other clans, and even in the other domains, his name was spoken with reverence. Warriors and scholars alike sought to follow in his footsteps, hoping to achieve even a fraction of his greatness. Tales of his battles and victories had spread like wildfire, earning him a reputation as one of the most powerful beings in the realm.

Despite his fame and power, Yang Feng found solace in moments like these—standing alone at the precipice of the world, with nothing but the wind and the endless sky for company. The sun was setting now, painting the heavens in shades of orange, pink, and gold. The sight was breathtaking, the kind of beauty that made even an immortal pause and reflect. A rare smile tugged at Yang Feng's lips as he watched the sky slowly darken. It was in these fleeting moments of peace that he allowed himself to forget the weight of his responsibilities, even if only for a little while.

But his peace was short-lived.

"Yang Feng!" a familiar voice called out, shattering the tranquility of the moment.

Yang Feng didn't turn immediately. He knew that voice well—it belonged to Ling Bing, his closest friend and confidant. Despite the disruption, Yang Feng remained calm, his gaze still fixed on the horizon as the last rays of sunlight dipped below the mountains.

Ling Bing was not one to be ignored, however. With quick steps, he approached the prince, coming to stand beside him at the cliff's edge. "Yang Feng!" he called again, this time with more urgency. "Were you trying to enjoy this moment alone without me?"

Finally, Yang Feng turned, his stormy gaze meeting Ling Bing's bright, mischievous eyes. "You always seem to find me when I'm enjoying some peace and quiet," Yang Feng remarked, his tone teasing but with a hint of annoyance.

Ling Bing grinned, unfazed. "What can I say? I have a talent for ruining your best moments."

Yang Feng shook his head but couldn't suppress a small smile. Despite his friend's tendency to disrupt his peaceful moments, there was no denying the bond they shared. Ling Bing, though not as powerful as Yang Feng, had a talent for lightening the mood—something the immortal prince often appreciated in his more somber moments.

Ling Bing leaned against a nearby tree, folding his arms across his chest. "I thought you'd want to know—the testing ground is ready. Tomorrow, first thing in the morning, the competition begins to decide the ruling clan."

Yang Feng nodded but didn't seem particularly concerned. His eyes returned to the horizon, where the sky was now a deep shade of purple, the first stars beginning to twinkle above. "And when has that ever been something that worried you?" he asked, his voice calm and measured.

Ling Bing chuckled, though there was a slight edge to it. "Worried? No, no. It's not that. I just thought you'd like to be reminded… just in case."

Yang Feng raised an eyebrow, glancing at his friend out of the corner of his eye. "You're acting strange, Ling Bing," he observed quietly. "What's really on your mind?"

Ling Bing waved him off, the grin returning to his face. "You're too serious, Yang Feng. I was just trying to be a good friend and keep you informed." His tone was light, but Yang Feng could sense something deeper—something Ling Bing wasn't saying.

Choosing not to press the issue, Yang Feng let the matter drop. Instead, he shifted the conversation. "Stop worrying about me and focus on your fans. I hear the crowd was quite taken by your last painting."

Ling Bing's grin widened. "Ah yes, my masterpieces do tend to draw a crowd, don't they?" He puffed out his chest in mock pride. "You should come to one of my exhibitions sometime. Maybe then people will stop calling me 'Yang Feng's sidekick' and recognize me as the greatest painter in the realm!"

Yang Feng chuckled softly. "Maybe. But I doubt you'll ever escape my shadow, Ling Bing."

Ling Bing feigned a look of hurt. "Ouch, your words wound me, prince!" He quickly recovered, though, his grin turning sly. "Speaking of which, where's your lovely admirer, Xiao Mei? I hear she's been asking about you."

At the mention of Xiao Mei, Yang Feng's expression hardened slightly, though he tried to keep it neutral. "Why are you always bringing her up?" he asked, his voice carefully controlled.

Ling Bing shrugged. "Come on, don't tell me you don't like her. Everyone knows you two are always together—if not in person, then in spirit. The two shining stars of the Immortal Clan, destined to be together. You should be celebrating."

Yang Feng sighed, clearly not in the mood for this conversation. "I really don't understand you sometimes, Ling Bing," he muttered before stepping off the edge of the cliff.

Ling Bing's eyes widened in shock as he rushed to the edge, his heart pounding. "Yang Feng!"

But his panic was short-lived. In a matter of seconds, Yang Feng rose from the depths, standing atop a shimmering flying carpet of energy, a smirk playing on his lips. "Keep up, Ling Bing," he called down.

Ling Bing exhaled in relief, though he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Always showing off…"

But as he turned his gaze back to the sky, something caught his eye. The sunset—just moments ago a brilliant display of oranges and reds—was gone. In its place, the jade moon hung in the sky, casting its pale light over the land.

Ling Bing blinked in surprise, then realization dawned on him. He smiled slowly, shaking his head in disbelief.

The sun had been nothing more than a trick of Yang Feng's power—an illusion created for the sake of his own amusement. As the moonlight bathed the land in its serene glow, Ling Bing couldn't help but laugh softly to himself. "Damn you, Yang Feng," he muttered, though his tone was filled with admiration rather than annoyance.

Yang Feng, always one step ahead, had turned the entire sunset into an illusion. Ling Bing watched as his friend soared into the night sky, his figure growing smaller in the distance. With a sigh, Ling Bing summoned his own energy, lifting himself off the ground to follow.

" Yang Feng," he called after him, "Hey, wait for me...."

The jade moon illuminated their path as they flew, two friends racing through the night sky, their destinies entwined in ways neither of them could yet foresee.

**The scene shifts to cellestial gardens.

The beautiful flower orchids.**

The evening sun had given way to the enchanting twilight, casting a warm, golden-orange hue over the landscape. In the heart of this floral paradise, a young woman stood poised and graceful amidst a sea of blooming Sakura orchids. Her red hair, a cascade of fiery tresses, flowed down her back like molten lava, catching the last rays of the sun and shimmering with an ethereal glow. Her light brown eyes, sharp and intense, reflected the beauty of the blossoms around her as she practiced with her sword.

Each slice of her blade through the air was a testament to her skill. Her movements were a dance of precision and elegance, each strike perfectly aligned with the gentle sway of the orchids and the whisper of the evening breeze. The sword cut through the air with a whispering whoosh, leaving behind trails of shimmering energy. Her technique was flawless, her body moving in harmony with the rhythm of nature itself, her every action a blend of power and grace.

A man dressed in deep red approached her, his presence commanding and imposing. His robes, richly adorned with intricate gold embroidery, fluttered with each step he took. The fabric seemed to blend with the setting sun, creating a mesmerizing interplay of colors. His face, strikingly similar to the woman's, bore a strong and resolute expression. His eyes held the same fiery intensity and unwavering focus, suggesting a deep and unspoken connection between them.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice deep and respectful, yet imbued with a sense of anticipation and resolve.

The girl sheathed her sword with a smooth, practiced motion. Her gaze followed a Sakura petal as it drifted lazily down from the trees. She extended her hand, letting the delicate petal alight gently upon her palm. The petal, a symbol of fleeting beauty, fluttered in the breeze before being carried away. The scene was a delicate ballet of nature and skill, the petal's graceful descent echoing the fluidity of her movements.

"Let's go," she replied, her voice soft yet firm, carrying a sense of determination and readiness.

As the two figures turned their attention back to the Sakura leaf, which was now dancing away on the breeze, their eyes followed its path. The soft twilight illuminated the orchid with a warm, amber glow, highlighting the beauty of the moment. The Sakura trees, their branches heavy with blossoms, created a canopy of delicate pink and white, framing the scene in a tapestry of nature's artistry.

The sun's last light faded into the night, leaving behind a serene moonlit landscape. The gentle shimmer of moonlight danced across the tranquil orchids, casting long, graceful shadows. The scene was a silent witness to the unfolding destinies of those within the Azure Domain, a testament to the delicate balance between beauty and strength, and the timeless dance of fate and destiny.