Zhen Yang left the smoldering ruins
of Xianfeng village behind, the scent
of blood and ash clinging to him like
a second skin. The whispers of the
abyss were silent for now, their
hunger momentarily sated. But
within Zhen Yang, a storm brewed-a
relentless drive to ascend higher, to
wield the chaos within him like a
weapon.His journey took him to the outskirts of a desolate valley, where rumors of a hidden artifact capable ofamplifying abyssal power whispered
through the winds. The valley
shrouded in perpetual mist, was said
to be cursed-its guardians feral
beasts corrupted by years of
exposure to the artifact's
malevolence.
Zhen Yang didn't falter. The first
beast-a hulking, three-eyed wolf
with matted fur-lunged from the
shadows. lts claws glinted under the
dim light, but Zhen Yang's reflexes
were faster. He dodged, his abyssal
energy coiling into a blade that
sliced through the creature's thick
hide.More beasts emerged-snarling
slavering nightmares-but Zhen Yang
was an unstoppable force. Each
strike he delivered was precise
brutal, leaving a trail of mangled
bodies in his wake.
At the heart of the valley, he found it:
a black obelisk pulsating with
crimson light. The artifact's power
resonated with his own, its call
irresistible. But as he approached,
the ground trembled, and from the
shadows emerged a towering figure
-a guardian unlike any he'd facedThe creature was monstrous, its
body stitched together with the flesh
of countless victims. It roared
shaking the very air, and charged at
Zhen Yang with terrifying speed.
The battle was fierce, the creature's
raw strength matched against Zhen
Yang's cunning and abyssal power
Blood stained the ground as the two
clashed, but Zhen Yang's resolve
never wavered. With a final surge of
energy, he unleashed a devastating
strike, shattering the guardian's form
into a thousand shards.As the dust settled, Zhen Yang
approached the obelisk. Placing his
hand on its cold surface, he felt a
surge of power unlike anything
before. His connection to the abyss
deepened, his body trembling with
newfound strength,
But with great power came a cost
The obelisk whispered warnings of
an ancient force watching him, a
predator lurking in the shadows of
his ambition. Zhen Yang smirked, his
confidence unshaken. Whatever lay
ahead, he would face it-and he
would emerge victoriousWith the artifact's power coursing
through him, Zhen Yang left the
valley, his eyes set on the horizon.
His path was clear, his destiny
unstoppable. The Abyssal Sovereign
would rise, and the world would bow.