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 clan leader, clenched his fists, feeling anger overcome his heart. His hopes were so high and now they have been dashed. "And Mr. Yao? How could he lose?" he asked in a voice that rose, almost in disbelief. The follower lowered his head, guilt filling his eyes. "That mysterious person was very strong, sir. They fought fiercely. Master Yao used all his techniques, but that opponent... he had abilities we had never seen beforeIn an instant, Master Yao fell down, helpless." The atmosphere became tense and quiet, only the sound of the wind blowing softly could be heard entering the room. Fu Tao stood up straight, his eyes staring blankly out the window, trying to digest the harsh reality he had just received. Anxiety and deep emotions appeared on Fu Tao's face. “Summon all the Clan Elders, right now!” he shouted in a voice that echoed throughout the corners of the hall. * Meanwhile, in the Wi Clan, the atmosphere was much calmer but no less serious. Wi Dar, a wise and authoritative elder, looked at Hao, the young man who had just inherited legendary powers. “Hao, since you inherited the Power of the God of Destruction, I hope you can help me,” he said in a hopeful tone. Zhi Hao nodded slowly. "What is that, Elder?" Hao asked with passionate curiosity. “You brought the Ring of the God of Destruction, didn't you?” Wi Dar asked. "Is this?" He shows the ring. "Correct. That's the ring. There is a special space there that can be called a small world that resembles the big world and that can store living creatures." Zhi Hao swallowed hard, noticing the black ring on his mother's finger. The dim light of the candles flickering in the room highlighted the mysterious lines engraved on the surface of the ring. "Is that true, Elder? A Special Room that can accommodate all of us?" Wi Dar nodded seriously, his sharp eyes staring at Zhi Hao without blinking. "Yes, Zhi Hao, that ring is not just any ring. Created by the God of Destruction himself, it is believed to have the power to put anything into the world created within it." Zhi Hao felt his heart pounding, the first time he felt afraid of the power he had at his fingertips. He looked up at Wi Dar, looking for reassurance. "And if I include all of us... Will we be able to go back?" wi Dar smiled, as if he understood the worry that was raging in Zhi Hao's heart. "We can go back, but only if you allow it. You are the key holder of that small world, Zhi Hao." Zhi Hao's eyes widened, a new realization dawned on him about the responsibility that now rested on his shoulders. His hands trembled slightly as he lifted the ring closer to his eyes, taking in the deeper details. "So before that I trained in the inner space of this Ring?" he muttered to himself. "Don't you do it!" The whisper echoed in Zhi Hao's head, mysterious and compelling. He groped around in the darkness of his ignorance, trying to understand who had given the warning. "I'm sorry, Elder Wi, I haven't mastered it yet," said Zhi Hao in a trembling voice, asking for understanding. Wi Dar, his face filled with disappointment, looked at Zhi Hao, "I understand, you've just started, but our time is running out." "Now, how do I defend Wi Village, Elder?" Zhi Hao asked, anxiety creeping into his voice. Wi Dar took a deep breath, as if the weight of the world was resting on his shoulders, "We have to withstand their coming invasion." "Why don't we counter their attack tonight, or set a trap in their path of arrival?" Zhi Hao asked again, his eyes sparkling with determination. "Ah, it's not that easy," Wi Dar shook his head, "Not everyone in Wi Village is skilled at fighting, and many of our warriors have been injured." A sense of desperation appeared in his voice. “That's why I hope you can use the Ring to protect us, even if only temporarily. However, I'm afraid we won't be able to rely on it.” Wi Dar stared at Zhi Hao, his eyes burning with determination and suspicion. He was very sure that the young man was hiding something fundamental, because simple logic dictated that if Zhi Hao could get out of the World Ring, he should also be able to get back in the same way. However, Wi Dar chose not to press further. "Okay, now take some time to rest. Think about how to get back into the Ring," said Wi Dar in a calm but authoritative voice. "Yes, Elder," answered Zhi Hao in a tired but respectful voice. "You can use the empty room in this house, which was once occupied by that traitorous student. However, be prepared to clean it yourself. "That room hasn't been used for a long time and is definitely dirty, filled with dust and nests of dark animals," continued Wi Dar, his eyes never leaving Zhi Hao's reaction. Zhi Hao bowed respectfully before walking in the direction indicated by Wi Dar. When he pushed open the door to the room, thick dust immediately greeted him, prickling his breath. He quickly waved his hand, trying to dislodge the flying dust and find a way out through the large ventilation in the room. Zhi Hao sat and meditated, then the same voice sounded. “Do not reveal to anyone else the existence of the Ring. Danger will stalk you!” Zhi Hao looked at the bracelet, he was sure it was the bracelet that was talking to him. “What are you really?”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
In an instant, Zhi Hao contorted his body, dodging the incoming attack. When the opponent's sword slashed towards his head, he nimbly rolled to the side, saving himself from the deadly attack. With a gasp, he quickly got up and ran through the dense forest. However, in his escape, his foot tripped over a wooden root sticking out of the ground, as if a trap rope had been waiting for him. Zhi Hao fell heavily, hearing mocking laughter from his opponent who witnessed the incident. "Hahaha, you're funny too, catching crickets, aren't you?" taunted his opponent in a mocking tone. Annoyance burned in Zhi Hao's chest. In a voice choked with anger, he replied, "What crickets, you damn thing!" he cursed loudly. His heart was in turmoil, shame and anger mixed into one. In the midst of the chaos, another figure suddenly appeared beside him. That person was carrying a gleaming sword, ready to attack. With quick reflexes, Zhi Hao drew his sword from his waist, his sharp eyes glaring at the unex
"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 confin
"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