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Walker Of The Blue Sky

In a world called Infinite Soul Star, there is an extraordinary group that controls all kinds of incredible powers by mastering their Soul Force. They are called Soul Masters. Soul Masters awaken their Soul Mark which is essential to walk the path of Soul Cultivation, but they still need the Soul Orb to help them awaken. Emrys crossed over and carried a strange multicolored orb that could strengthen the Soul Orbs. The multicolored orb was simply too mysterious. It can not only strengthen the Soul Orbs and increase their quality, but it can also bring many benefits to Emrys in several ways that he could have never imagined. The Multicolored Orb also provided Emrys a SYSTEM which can help him understand the functions of the Multicolored Orb in an easy way. It changed his life completely. Not only did it grant Emrys the ability to level up the Soul Orbs to the Mythical level that no one in the world knew about, but it also provided him the "Soul Mark" that gave him the ability to manipulate space itself. But this Multicolored Orb seems to be more mysterious than Emrys originally thought. There was much more to it than just a SYSTEM and a few abilities. This Multicolored Orb was an inheritance item of a Supreme Being, one who had surpassed the constraints of a reality known as "Cultivation". In the universe, every creature engages in a relentless struggle, fighting, killing, betraying, and enduring countless hardships to advance along the path of cultivation. Yet, this Supreme Being had transcended beyond this reality. How? Let's walk on this journey together with Emrys to know the answer. At the same time, we can see how he becomes the Walker of Blue Sky. ______________________________ Readers might find grammatical errors so please ignore them and enjoy the story. The cover is not mine, all credit goes to the original creator.
RazaKarim · 442.5K Views

Beyond The Fallen Sky

Azra is an ordinary man with a modest job and simple ambitions—until his life is cut short in a freak accident on the construction site where he works. But death is only the beginning. Azra wakes up not in the afterlife, but in the body of another "Azra" in a world that both mirrors and deviates drastically from his own. This world bears the scars of nuclear devastation and the ravages of a catastrophic meteor impact that have shaped society in unrecognizable ways. Here, survival is not just a matter of making ends meet, but of adapting to an entirely foreign culture, built on hard-won resilience and primal rules. Facing a harsh environment where resources are scarce and civilization itself is a shadow of what he once knew, Azra must learn to navigate the brutal remnants of a society shaped by disaster. Despite the bleakness, Azra, now a head of a family, Azra had to adapts to his new environment. He rises to the challenges of this apocalyptic world, he begins to forge a life that surpasses his past, one marked by hope, community, and survival against all odds. But with every step forward, Azra faces questions that haunt him: Is he living the life meant for this world’s Azra, or is he carving out a destiny that defies both fate and fear? And can he, in this fractured reality, build a new future that will last? ---------------- ““. Dialogue []. System Dialogue/Electronical Dialogue (). Inner monologue . Sound Effect --------------- Reminder; This Novel is a fictional story. There will be Violence, Gore and Content for Mature Audience that will marked with (X) for a light ones, (XX) for the heavier ones. Do enjoy the story and if you liked them, please review, comment, add to collections. your support is very appreciated and kept me motivated, in this depressing world.
JamesLabel · 26.9K Views

Crimson Tears Of The Divine

Amidst the sea of fallen comrades, their lifeblood staining the earth, a solitary figure rises above the carnage. He stands atop a gruesome curtain of death, his longsword an instrument of divine wrath. In its gleam, one could sense a challenge to the very gods themselves. We were fools to face him; my comrades paid the price in their own flesh and blood. A desperate realization claws at my mind – a realization that I must escape this blood-soaked field and bring dire warning to the holy excellencies. I looked at my remaining comrades they instantly realized what I was thinking. They must know of this relentless force, this harbinger of doom. I looked at my comrades and as I turn to flee, fate intervenes, and our eyes lock in a moment of eerie connection. He looked at me and my comrades with his crimson red eyes. He swung his sword towards me. Why is the world upside down? I thought. Then I realized that my head was cut by his crimson sword. Time slows to a crawl as I find myself caught in the deadly dance of his blade. I see the malevolence in his eyes, a reflection of the abyss that has claimed so many. He cut through my comrades without batting an eye. The red moon casts an ominous glow upon the battlefield, and his crimson silhouette, now moving away, becomes a spectacle against the crimson canvas. With an inexplicable calmness, I embrace the darkness. As he strides away, the embodiment of destruction and beauty, I can't help but smile like a fool. Amidst the ruins and the echoes of my demise, I whisper to myself, "Beautiful!" - a final tribute to the twisted elegance that accompanies the brutality of this merciless crimson devil.
CelestialMountain · 2.7K Views
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