"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 his keeper," said Wi Dar in a voice full of secrets and mystery. "Look and open the Chest. Its contents will guide you to extraordinary power!" Smiling mysteriously, Elder Wi Dar gave Zhi Hao a challenging look. With unsteady but determined steps, Zhi Hao approached the Coffin, his eyes shining brightly like the light of hope hidden among the darkness. With deep reverence, he cupped his fists in front of his chest, exclaiming in a voice filled with solemnity, "If this is indeed the destiny that has been written for me, may your power flow into me and become part of the destiny that I will carve!" in the distance, through the image in the mirror that was slowly fading, Wi Dar watched with teary eyes, delivering a final message, "Good luck, Human Boy!" With a ragged breath, Zhi Hao began to push the lid of the coffin. The weight was beyond words, as if to question Zhi Hao's courage and determination.When the lid of the coffin was lifted, the cold and ancient power began to hit his face, making Zhi Hao almost unable to stand, but he still persisted, because he knew, this moment was a moment that would change the entire course of his life. Suddenly, a mysterious figure floated in the air, emitting an aura of remaining energy, a legacy of those who had passed away as their heirs. The figure stared sharply at Zhi Hao. "Young Man, call me Master!" he said in a voice that echoed in Zhi Hao's heart. With respect, Zhi Hao immediately bowed and hit his head on the floor as he said, "Zhi Hao greets Master!" Happiness overflowed within him, a joy that was difficult to express in words. "Fate has brought you to me in an extraordinary way," continued the figure in a tone full of mystery. "Even though your true power has not been awakened, the book I have will lead you to invincible glory. Remember, young man, power is not everything. be who you really are." “I will engrave Master's teachings in my heart,” Zhi Hao responded with burning determination. "I will be a disciple who will not disappoint Master." "You are indeed worthy of this. "The remaining time of my soul won't be long, use that time to practice hard," advised the Master, his voice starting to fade. "One more thing you need to know. Find someone who has mastered the techniques in this book. He is the Traitor Disciple that you must face and defeat with your own hands." Those words were like thunder that boomed in Zhi Hao's ears, making him vow to find and face the Traitor Disciple, ending the betrayal with the justice taught by his Master. a promise that will bring big changes in his life. “But, how can I defeat him, Master? Whereas he learned it earlier!” Zhi Hao asked. “There is a book that I put in a house. It was the Complete Version of the Heaven Crushing Scripture. so if you are able to master it all. You will be able to beat him. But of course your cultivation must be high. At least reach God King.” "Impossible," complained Zhi Hao in a tone full of disappointment. "I have prepared several important items in this Storage Ring for my heir. Your blood is the key, drop it on this ring on my finger." The Master's last words were heard clearly before his figure began to fade into a thin mist. "Fulfill your promise," whispered the voice into the gently blowing wind. “Okay Master, I swear to find and kill him.” Zhi Hao engraved his oath. Zhi Hao bowed deeply, paying his last respects to his teacher who was now only a skeleton. With a trembling heart, he took the ring on the Master's thumb and bit the tip of his own finger. A drop of red blood fell onto the ring, which instantly absorbed it and emitted a dazzling light all around. Suddenly, the world around Zhi Hao changed. He now stood in a large house with a large medicinal garden, accompanied by a deep sense of comfort. "What exactly is this place?" Zhi Hao muttered while standing in front of the door of a house that looked old and worn. With a pounding heart, he knocked on the door and called out but no one answered. He pushed the door and was surprised to find it was not locked. He walked unsteadily into a house that seemed to hold a thousand mysteries. "Is this really the house Master was talking about?" he whispered in a heart full of doubts as he continued to walk forward. In the middle of the room, a book floated mysteriously, as if waiting for his arrival. "Heaven Crushing Scripture!" Zhi Hao muttered in awe and fascination. The name itself is heavy and full of power. He took a deep breath, then with trembling hands, moved closer to take it. Zhi Hao then sat cross-legged solemnly, took a deep breath before slowly opening the book that would change the course of fate. "Chapter One. This is about Energy processing...." the sound of his heart beating fast as his eyes traced each word with anticipation, starting a journey that would determine his future.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
Zhi Hao knew that if he stayed there, there would only be insults to him. Even though he was annoyed and furious, it wouldn't change anything. "If I act impulsively, it will only lead me to destruction. Who will help, father? The clan? That's absolutely impossible." in his heart he thought as he took a step away. Zhi Hao clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the anger burning in his chest. With every word Xiao Bei sprinkled, it was like acid that eroded his heart and self-esteem. He knew very well that every minute he spent in that place would only increase his suffering. "You are nothing more than trash at our feet!" shouted Xiao Bei in a voice full of disdain. The voice blared in Zhi Hao's ears, piercing into his tired soul. Bang! One kick is fired. Xiao Bei's eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he watched Zhi Hao stagger from his kick. "Go away, before I make you even more humiliated!" Xiao Bei exclaimed, pushing Zhi Hao with his foot. Zhi Hao felt blood trickle down the corner