As Xian Yu took one last glance around the cave, preparing to leave, something caught his eye, a faint glow coming from the wall just beside the cave's entrance. His pulse quickened, a strange sense of foreboding creeping up his spine. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something he had missed, something important.
Slowly, his gaze shifted toward the wall, and there, etched into the stone, were symbols—ancient, intricate, and unfamiliar to him. They glowed with a faint, otherworldly aura, casting an eerie light across the cave. The markings pulsed softly, almost as if they were alive.
Xian Yu instinctively stepped forward, his feet moving on their own accord, driven by a deep curiosity. As he approached the wall, his eyes widened in disbelief.
His heart thudded violently in his chest as he read the words. The message sent a chill through his entire being, freezing him in place.
I, the Blood Emperor, ruled the continent,
With confidence did I step into the great seas to see what lay ahead.
In the middle of the sea, I came across a creature, driven by greed,
I attacked the creature, and though I had reached the realm of Emperor,
I could not kill it.
The injury was too deep, and I had to retreat,
But the wound proved fatal.
Here, in this unknown land, I lay my legacy.
The great Blood Demon Emperor, who once ruled the continent,
Who would imagine that he would die from the injury of battle?
I leave my legacy to the future,
Warn them that what lies ahead of the great seas is doom
Even a Martial Emperor may find his end.
The words reverberated in Xian Yu's mind as he read them again and again. His heart raced, "This... this is a legacy of a Martial Emperor?" he whispered to himself, his voice trembling. He had never even heard of such a realm, not in all his years of training.
All he knew were the martial realms that had been taught to him in his sect—Beginner Martial Artist, Martial Warrior, Peak Martial Artist, Martial Master, Martial Grandmaster, and the Supreme Grandmaster. These were the realms he understood, the ones he believed defined the limits of martial power. His father had spoken in hushed tones about the Martial King level, but Xian Yu had always dismissed it as a myth, an exaggeration. He had thought that the Supreme Grandmaster was the pinnacle of martial might.
But this... this was something else. The sheer power, the legacy of the Blood Emperor, it was beyond anything he had ever imagined. His heart raced with a mix of excitement and fear, as the implications of the poem began to sink in.
What was this great sea? What creature had even the Martial Emperor failed to kill? These questions gnawed at him, but there was one thing Xian Yu knew for certain: the legacy he had inherited was no mere accident. This was the inheritance of a Martial Emperor, a being who had stood at the pinnacle of power.
Xian Yu closed his eyes, taking a deep, steadying breath. The dizziness and shock that had gripped him began to subside as his mind regained its focus. He reminded himself of the path he had chosen—the path that had been set for him by the sacrifice of his father and the death of his sect. There was no room for fear, no time for hesitation. He had a purpose, and that purpose was clear.
"I will avenge my sect. I will destroy the Azure Flame Sect."
The words echoed in his mind like a vow, each syllable strengthening his resolve. He couldn't allow himself to be consumed by the unknown, by the mysteries that lay beyond his reach. No matter how vast the world was, how much danger lurked in the shadows, his mission remained unchanged. The Azure Flame Sect had decimated his family, and now it was his turn to rise. He could feel the energy within him, the power that now surged through his veins like a flood. The inheritance of the Blood Emperor had bestowed upon him untold strength, and he would not waste it. He would use it to bring down those who had taken everything from him.
With his heart resolved, Xian Yu stood up and walked toward the exit of the cave, his footsteps firm and steady. He glanced once more at the treasures he had discovered—the perfect-grade sword, the legendary techniques, and the vermillion cultivation manual that now coursed through his body like a river of fire. They were all tools, stepping stones to his ultimate goal. The thought of the great sea, the creature, and the legacy of the Martial Emperor still lingered in the back of his mind, but for now, they would remain out of reach. His immediate concern was revenge.
As he stepped out into the light, the world seemed brighter, more vivid, and yet, more dangerous than ever. The world of martial arts had suddenly expanded in unimaginable ways, and Xian Yu knew that he was only scratching the surface. But none of that mattered at this moment.
All that mattered now was the Azure Flame Sect.
And Xian Yu would make them pay.