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Heaven Defying Treasure

In a world of cultivation, where a single palm strike could topple mountains and a sword’s slash could cleave the seas, strength dictated everything. The heavens favored the mighty, while the weak were trampled beneath their feet. Ye Xian awakened to a new life, his soul inexplicably fused with the memories of a man who had perished a thousand years ago—Adler, a warrior who had endured unfathomable betrayal, agony, and loss. Visions of a cruel past flooded his mind: comrades turning against him, the brutal murder of a beloved woman, and the despair of being left for dead. Though the memories were not his own, the pain felt real. The rage, the sorrow, the thirst for vengeance—they burned within him, threatening to consume his very being. Yet within his grasp, he held a heaven-defying treasure—a relic of unfathomable power, capable of overturning fate itself. It pulsed with ancient energy, whispering secrets of untold strength. This was no mere inheritance; it was the key to rewriting destiny. Ye Xian clenched his fists, his breath trembling. He would not be another name lost to time. Yea, he would rise. Armed with his newfound power, he would ascend above all, surpassing geniuses and shattering the very limits of the world. Wisdom, power, sheer determination—he would seize whatever he desired. As he walked the treacherous road of cultivation, he would grow stronger, unravel the mysteries of his past, and confront the enemies lurking in both memory and reality. In this brutal world, where power dictated destiny, one question remained: Would he ascend as a sovereign, carving his name into history with the corpses of his enemies? Or would he fade into oblivion, forgotten and powerless? ______________________________ The image does not belong to me; I simply found it on an online platform.
TheNmbrSeven · 13.1K Views

Evil is Real

Not a sound, not even a whisper was heard from the Saint Claire household, it was though the devil came to steal,kill and destroy the last surviving members of the Eastern crusaders - the last line of defense against demons. It was a sad day for Zenemiah, the last son of Kish Saint Claire - a brave crusader who died in battle at the borders of their home land - Hailderguard. The members of the house hold gathered around the grave of their master, brother, friend husband and father, Zenemiah's mom and sister couldn't hold back their tears as the priest gave his final blessings to the dead man. " What will become of the household" - " the boy will be in charge"- the relatives of the Saint Claire's debated behind the crowd - "the boy is only 16, he doesn't even know what it means to be a crusader in Hailderguard", Kish's friend - Northington aforesaid. Zenemiah was just 16 yes, but he had already gotten some experience than the old chubby fools in the church - not because his family was rich, he had proven himself again and again in the church training camp that nothing is beyond limits as long as you set your mind towards achieving it. Hailderguard used to be a peaceful land - a place of the church, the Church of the Crusaders, until the devil came - from the depths of the earth, demons poured and their ways leading to the town's shores. To protect the citizens, the church formed a group of able-bodied men and women to slay the beasts, will the gifts of the Holy swords, the crusaders have kept the demons at bay - it was however unfortunate for Kish, who died in battle. The burial ceremony was over, Zenemiah's mom - Eve, called out the servants in the household and instructed to them to clear all of the dead master's belongings to the space room, just in that moment, Eve's daughter - Victoria interrupted when she was given further instructions to the eldest bulter of the household - Bartholomew. "Why are you doing this mother?".... "Father's burial was today and here you are trying to bury everything that reminds me of him, this is so cruel!".. Victoria cried out - "this is not up for discussion young lady,go to your room and lay your head" - Eve replied with such sorrowful bitterness... "If I may my mistress, the space will be come always for the children to still have a memory their late father" - Bartholomew pointed out.. "Very well, I'm sorry Victoria".. Eve said to her daughter, walking away with tears in her eyes. "Thank you Bartholomew" Victoria said. "It was no issue milady, but I fear the one person who's hurt more is your brother".. Bartholomew tried to sympathize with Victoria. Zenemiah hated everything at that moment - England, Hailderguard, the church, the Crusaders, demons ....even himself. ================================ It was 1845, one more year, he becomes a full pledged crusader but fear in his heart, the chances of him getting that driving confidence back is dim. Death is not evil not good - a law of nature, it can be evil sometimes and evil can be real
Davi_Mations · 8.4K Views
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