"Wi Rang, enough!" shouted the figure who came down from the tree branch, while stroking the big head of the black tiger which was snoring softly. His eyes then fell on Zhi Hao, with a sharp and mysterious gaze, he asked, “Son of Man, how did you end up here?”
With wide eyes, Zhi Hao returned the gaze. "Is this place not part of the Human world?" he said, his trembling voice betraying his fear and confusion. In his mind, he recalled a legend he had read in the Clan Library—about a hidden world, barely bordering on the real world. A legend he never thought would come true. "Ah, you are in the Soft Realm," Wi Dung sighed, as if it was hard to explain. "This place is a circle of Magical Creatures, not for humans like you." "But, old man, I see no difference between us!" Zhi Hao protested in a firm tone. "Indeed, physically we may be similar," Wi Dung nodded slowly, the evening sun reflecting off his twinkling eyes with meaning. "But what separates us is the line of nature; we are confined here, while you are free to roam the world of Men, except in very certain circumstances." "How can I possibly leave this place and return to the human world?" sighed Zhi Hao in a desperate tone. "I'm not sure, you'll have to ask one of the village elders," Wi Dung answered in a serious tone. "Give me the opportunity to meet the village elders," he asked hopefully. "Fine, follow me!" said Wi Dung as he started moving so fast that in the blink of an eye he had disappeared from Zhi Hao's sight. Zhi Hao could only stare in the direction Wi Dung left in awe. "If only I had strength like that," he muttered to himself. Not long after, Wi Dung reappeared with a surprised face. "Why don't you follow me?" he asked. “I don't have the strength to move as fast as you,” Zhi Hao answered honestly. "Hmm," muttered Wi Dung, realizing his mistake. "Okay, get on Wi Rang's backwi Rang, give him a lift." Wi Rang growled softly before turning his head with a teasing look. Zhi Hao felt doubtful, but realized that Wi Rang's body was indeed very large, as big as an adult cow. "Don't doubt, he won't hurt you," said Wi Dung, trying to reassure Zhi Hao. "Ah!" shouted Zhi Hao, surprised by the speed of Wi Rang who crossed the air like lightning. His lips trembled to the right and left along with every sharp turn the big tiger made. The air rippled through the air as they landed on the hard ground. "How does it feel to ride Wi Rang?" asked Wi Dung with a grin, his eyes sparkling because he knew how powerful the speed of the big tiger was. "I don't want to do it anymore," Zhi Hao answered while taking a deep breath, still feeling his heart beating wildly. "He doesn't pay attention to me at all!" he complained, feeling like a leaf being carried by a strong wind. The big tiger seemed to let out a mocking snort, but all that was heard was a low, authoritative murmur. Zhi Hao looked around with a look that was still filled with fear. around them, many houses with pointed roofs jutted out into the sky. Several students were seen practicing kung fu in the Elder's large yard. "Greetings Elder Wi Dar," said Wi Dung in a respectful voice, awakening Zhi Hao from his reverie. "Give him respect," Wi Dung whispered, his voice conveying a non-negotiable order. "Greetings Elders!" exclaimed Zhi Hao in a resounding voice, imitating Wi Dung's attitude. Wi Dar, the Elder, glared at Zhi Hao. His sharp eagle-like eyes probed, "Human? how could it be here?" Wi Dar's voice broke the silence. "Why did you bring the Son of Man here, did you kidnap him?" Wi Dar asked. Wi Dung answered, "I found him in the forest, Elder. He was leaning against the big haunted tree." Everyone in Wi village knows what Wi Dung means. “Maybe this is Fate!” Wi Dar pondered for a moment. With a firm hand gesture, Wi Dar called, "Come here, little boy!" his voice resounded, containing strength and gentleness at once, piercing through the crowd of curious whispers. Zhi Hao, who looked confused from the start, felt a touch on his shoulder. Wi Dung, with a strengthening gaze, said, "Go there soon." That touch, although light, seemed to break the shackles of doubt that bound Zhi Hao's steps. With a heart still filled with anxiety, but now with a little courage, Zhi Hao stepped forward to approach Wi Dar. Wi Dar's face broke into a gentle smile, trying to calm the heart of the boy who had clearly been thrown from his own world. In the dim room, Wi Dar stared deeply at the reflection in the large mirror. "What do you see in this mirror?" he asked softly, but there was a layer of mystery in his voice. Zhi Hao, who was standing in front of the mirror, was momentarily taken aback by the question. "Myself!" He answered doubtfully, even though in his heart he felt there was more to it than just his own reflection. "A mirror is a reflection of the soul," said Wi Dar, his voice increasingly serious. "You can choose to be anyone, but remember, your true essence must never be lost." "Now what do you see?" Wi Dar asked, the intensity of his eyes increasing. “There is a battle scene being created there,” Zhi Hao swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly. "I saw a figure standing firmly on top of the corpse peak, with a sword held tightly." Wi Dar nodded, as if he already knew the answer. "It was the God of Destruction who once united many worlds under his power and wisdom. However, he changed drastically after losing the person he loved most. You bear a resemblance to him, and within you is also hidden a power you don't know yet.""Elder, please forgive me for my audacity to ask. What is the meaning of 'semblance' you mentioned? I have never felt any hidden power within me either," said Zhi Hao in confusion."Follow me!" Elder Wi Dar's voice sounded mysterious. He then approached a Mirror and, with a dazzling step, penetrated it as if it were soft. Zhi Hao froze, his eyes wide in disbelief. "Come on in, don't hesitate." Uncertainty was clearly visible on Zhi Hao's face. Although confused as to how the Mirror could possibly be penetrated, he did not ask any further questions, determined to find the answer. "Maybe behind all this is hidden the secret of my strength. I have to get up, I can no longer feel like I'm useless," he thought with burning determination.With a new boost of courage, Zhi Hao took steady steps towards the Mirror. Quick as lightning, his world changed—he was now on an Island floating in the boundless sky."This place is the Tomb of the God of Destruction. "He left important notes and I am hi
Every time dawn breaks, Zhi Hao stands tall at the top of Mount Qianlong, where the air is still clear of the noise of the world. His right leg was tied tightly to a pine tree branch that grew on the edge of the cliff, while his body floated in the air, depending only on the strength of the rope and his body's balance. His eyes were closed, his breathing evenly following the natural rhythm of his surroundings. The mountain wind blew gently, challenging the stability of his body which was already at its limit.In the afternoon, after performing a series of physical exercises that had been prescribed by the Heaven Crushing Scripture, Zhi Hao returned to the same peak. This time, sweat dripped down his tense face, showing how hard his training had been. His left leg was now tied, and he was hanging upside down, facing the sky which was starting to turn orange as the sun set. Every movement is a struggle, every breath is an effort to maintain focus and balance.Zhi Hao bit his lip when th
Wi Dar, with his tactics and courage, led the Wi Clan Troops in the middle of a tense battlefield. He gripped his sword tightly, fighting against the sudden wave of attacks from the Fu Clan. in the fierce battle, many of his brothers in arms died, and a deep sadness struck his heart when he saw Wi Village destroyed to pieces.On the other hand, Wi Dung, who was previously evacuating children and the elderly, now returned with burning eyes, ready to face the enemy. His strong figure entered the fighting arena, but his heart was immediately hit by a wound when he saw Wi Dar bleeding from Fu Yao's sword. gasping for breath, he shouted, "Elder!"At that moment, a shock occurred that cut his breath. A silhouette fell before Wi Dung's eyes. With sharp eyes, he examined and immediately recognized the figure who had long disappeared from his memory. "Isn't that Zhi Hao, the Human Child that I helped?" he whispered almost in disbelief. The aura emanating from Zhi Hao was no longer weak, but a
The faces of the Fu Clan followers who had just returned looked pale and exhausted, as if they were carrying unstoppable bad news."Why did you come home with Lesu?" The Fu Clan Leader looked at the people who returned. "Where is Fu Yao?""Master Yao was killed." one of them, breathlessly, reported the incident that left everyone speechless in fear and confusion."What?" Fu Tao stood up in shock. "How could it be, he is a master tactician, defeating Wi Dar is not a problem for himMoreover, his cultivation is quite high too.""Sir, we have fought as hard as we can. The fight against Elder Wi Dar was tough, but we were able to overcome it. We are almost in complete control," said one of the followers in a trembling voice.However, just as their confidence reached its peak, the situation suddenly changed drastically. "But, when we thought we were close to winning, a mysterious person came. He appeared unexpectedly, with extraordinary speed and strength falling from the sky."Fu Tao, the
Zhi Hao immersed himself in deep meditation, his determination firm to venture into the Ring World. With his eyes closed and breathing evenly, he thought, "This is really real!" Curiosity aroused, but he was still not sure whether it was only his spirit that felt this or whether his entire physical body was also involved.In a meditative state, Zhi Hao came to the armory hidden in the Qianlong Residence. with hands shaking with anticipation, he opened the dusty old chest and selected a bow. "If I had to fight them alone," he muttered under his breath, "I would have to pick a head target from a distance with this arrow."With a deep breath, Zhi Hao imagined himself moving. When he opened his eyes, reality exceeded expectations—he was actually in the room where he was staying temporarily. However, the bigger surprise was, the bow he previously held was still in his grasp, as if refusing to be abandoned.Qianlong Bracelet, seeming to sense Zhi Hao's astonishment, said in a mysterious ton
The night enveloped Wi Village in darkness, like a woven cloth decorated with the whisper of the wind and the rhythmic chirping of crickets.Several villagers patrolled, their footsteps muffled by the dew-wet ground, moving silently in the darkness.Among them is Wi Pek, an old man with ears sharper than an eagle. His sense of hearing picked up a sound - a low, deep and resonant hum, coming from the shadows beyond the rice fields.Wi Pek's eyes, although clouded by the fog of age, radiated a spark of alertness. he recognized the voice instantly. It was Wi Rang, the black tiger, Wi Dung's pet.Wi Rang, despite his wild blood, was raised in Wi Village since he was a tiger cub. He bears the surname Wi, proof of his acceptance in society, even though his lineage is different.The patrol stopped, their breaths caught in their chests.Wi Rang emerged from the darkness, a majestic silhouette under the moonlit sky. It was a creature of great power, its black fur gleaming like polished obsidi
The series of sounds of weapons sounded terrifying, accompanied by screams of pain, death and agony from the injuries suffered.The Wi Clan people were very weak now, they were retreating slowly, even Wi Dung who was the leader lost one arm, while the Black Tiger was growling, there were several stab wounds on his body. but many of the enemy were also injured. especially after the arrival of Zhi Hao to help with an arrow from behind. Now that Zhi Hao was on the front line, he couldn't let the Fu Clan run rampant. "Young man, were you the one who killed my little brother?" Fu Tao asked, looking at the unwavering Zhi Hao. "Is the person you mean, the person who only has one eye?" Zhi Hao asked. He didn't really want to answer, but in order to buy time for the Patriarch of the Wi Clan to come, he had to speak. with his current strength, he wasn't sure he could defeat all of them who were actually at the average Earth level.Zhi Hao was informed by Wi Dung that the Patriarch of the Wi C
Zhi Hao was annoyed and tired. Every day, from dawn to dusk, he swung his sword thousands of times in his spacious backyard, hoping that there would be progress in his abilities. However, each time, all he felt was deep fatigue and mounting frustration. His body was sweaty, his muscles tensed, but his skills remained in the same place. In the silence of the night, Zhi Hao sat pensively by the pool. The reflection of his face in the pool water showed a look of deep disappointment. "Being the first son should bring blessings, but mewill only be a source of disappointment," he muttered softly. Shame haunted every corner of his mind, especially when he remembered the ridicule and insults he often received because he was considered weak. Zhi Hao took a deep breath, trying to calm the chaos in his heart. "Will my life continue like this, trapped in helplessness with no hope of growth?" he asked himself. He knew his family, especially his father, expected more from him. In his despair, Zh