One moonless night, Xuan made his decision and told his friends/ clan members Hong Meng, Zhou Rong, Zhou Bai, Bai Ying, Xiao Cuo Cuo who was orphans and wanted to come with him to start a new life as the Shadow Wolf clan members Shi Gu who heard that came along saying that he is going to need a doctor to treat them if they ate something bad or attacked by something he would be there to help them but in reality the group knew why he wanted to come which was to study Chen Xuan curse and help him but they all said nothing about it since they would drag him to join even if he didn't want to go with them. Dark Shadow, the wolf, was the first to sense the shift in Xuan's heart. It had grown accustomed to the child's pain and knew that the time had come for him to face his destiny. The creature nuzzled Xuan's hand, urging him to follow his heart.
With a heavy heart, Chen Xuan gathered his trusted companions and set forth into the night. The air was thick with anticipation and fear, the darkness of the forest swallowed them whole. Their journey was fraught with danger, but they pushed on, driven by an unspoken promise of vengeance and belonging. They left the safety of the village, the only home they had ever known, and ventured into the vast unknown.
Their destination was the Red Moon Pavilion, a mythical place atop a treacherous mountain, where it was said that the gods themselves tested the worthiness of those who sought refuge. The path was steep and treacherous, laden with traps and beasts that would make even the bravest of men tremble. Yet, Xuan and his clan members, now bound by a shared destiny, climbed on, each step a declaration of their resilience.
The moon was a crimson hue that night, casting an eerie glow upon the summit as they reached the entrance of the Red Moon Pavilion. The grandeur of the structure took their breath away, its crimson walls seemingly bathed in the blood of the setting sun. The air was thick with the scent of ancient magic and the whispers of the elements.
As they stepped into the first floor, the goddess of unity appeared before them, an ethereal figure whose eyes gleamed with the wisdom of the ages. She spoke in a voice that resonated through the very fabric of their beings, "You have come seeking refuge and power. To claim the Red Moon Pavilion, you must pass my test."
The test was a series of trials, each one more grueling than the last. They faced illusions of their deepest fears, battled mythical beasts that pushed them to their limits, and navigated mazes that twisted the very fabric of reality. Through it all, Chen Xuan remained steadfast, his mind sharp and his will unyielding. His bond with Dark Shadow, the wolf, grew stronger, their spirits intertwined as they faced the challenges together.
As they reached the final chamber, the goddess of unity stood before them, her gaze piercing. "You have proven your worth," she said with a nod. "The Red Moon Pavilion is now yours." The floor beneath them shuddered, and the walls parted to reveal a vast chamber filled with light. The clan members looked around in awe, their eyes wide with wonder. The goddess continued, detailing the layout of the Pavilion, its floors, and the incredible powers it contained.
The first twenty floors, she explained, would serve as their new home, with more than enough space for each of them to live comfortably. "These dormitories will be your sanctuary, a place to rest and recover from your battles." Xuan listened intently, his mind racing with the possibilities. The next five floors contained storage rooms filled with resources that would never deplete, ensuring their survival and growth.
The goddess's instructions grew more intriguing as she spoke of the two control rooms. "These are the hearts of the Pavilion," she said. "Within them, you can manipulate the very essence of the place, bending it to your will. Use them wisely, for they are a gift and a responsibility." Xuan nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of what was being offered to him.
The creation rooms were a marvel unto themselves. In one, the power of heaven could breathe life into the inanimate, a boon that Xuan knew could be both a blessing and a curse. He saw the potential for growth and healing, but also for destruction and chaos if the power fell into the wrong hands. The other creation room was a treasure trove of weaponry and equipment, a forge of the gods that could shape the fate of battles with a thought.
The experience rooms were where the spirits of warriors past lingered, their final breaths imbuing the space with the echoes of their fiercest moments. Xuan felt a tremor of excitement as he stepped into the first one. Here, he and his clan could train against the ghosts of battles long lost, learning from their triumphs and defeats. It was a chance to grow stronger, to feel the weight of history's lessons, and to honor those who had come before.
The training ground was vast, capable of hosting an unimaginable number of warriors. The very earth trembled under the thunderous applause of a million unseen souls as Xuan and his friends claimed the space as their own. The endless sea of faces that watched them, a silent audience to their struggles and achievements, served as a stark reminder of the legacy they sought to forge.
With the goddess's blessing, the clan members set to work. Each found a place in the Pavilion that resonated with their soul, and their elemental chis began to awaken. The air grew colder as Hong Meng embraced the power of ice and thunder, her eyes glowing a frosty blue. Zhou Rong's shadow grew deeper, her wood and metal chi intertwining with the whispers of the forest and the unyielding strength of steel. Zhou Bai's breath fogged in the chill air as he mastered the shadow and red ice chi, his eyes piercing through the darkness like shards of frozen rage.
Shi Gu's aura burned with the intensity of the sun, his fire and light chi illuminating the corridors of the Pavilion as he studied ancient tomes in the vast library. Xiao Cuo Cuo, the youngest, discovered an affinity for gravity and wind, his movements becoming lighter than a feather as he soared through the air with the grace of a leaf on the breeze.
Bai Ying, now the vice leader of the clan, had his hellish fire blaze brighter than ever before, the winds around him swirling in a dance of power. The once meek and timid servant had transformed into a force to be reckoned with, his eyes reflecting the fierce loyalty he held for Xuan.
One by one, the newcomers emerged from the shimmering light of the creation room, each with their own story and purpose. Some were orphans seeking refuge, others warriors seeking redemption. They came from all walks of life, their spirits drawn to the call of the pavilion. Each was chosen for their potential to wield the power of the elements and to stand alongside Chen Xuan as they fought for the future of the kingdom.
As the clan grew in number, so did their collective strength. The once-small group of seven had swelled into an unstoppable force of 25,000, each member a master of their own element. The Red Moon Pavilion buzzed with activity, a hive of training and strategy. The vast library was filled with scholars and warriors alike, seeking the wisdom to complement their newfound power. The healing rooms, once silent and empty, now echoed with the soft whispers of those in recovery from the training session made by Chen Xuan himself, their spirits bolstered by the promise of a new life.