Eleven Lives Lived, One To Go

Damn it!

Another dead end?

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting its dying rays across the Valley, the once serene landscape was now a scene of utter carnage. Where verdant forests once stood, now lay a carpet of crimson, trailed with the blood of countless fallen warriors.

Clashes of steel could be heard echoing through the valley, as Xin Ming stood surrounded by enemies, their eyes filled with fear and desperation.

Before him stood an unlikely alliance; the bloodthirsty heavenly demon and the revered murim alliance leader, both powerhouses at the peak of Immortal Emperor Realm, united by envy and fear of unparalleled power that Xin Ming had possessed.

Addressing them with a voice strained by the weight of impending death, Xin Ming spoke with a raw honesty born of desperation, a mirthless chuckle escaping his lips at the irony of this predicament.

"Even if I fall here today, I shall ensure your demise!"

With each word, the pain grew heavier, a burden that he would carry to his final breath.

Xin Ming was injured, his clothes tattered from the relentless pursuit of his enemies.

He summoned the last vestiges of his strength, and channeled an essence of true Qi into a devastating strike.

[Using Celestial Annihilation Slash Lv 10 (max)]

With a roar that echoed through the valley, He unleashed his power, a tempest of motion rending the very fabric of reality. The ground trembled beneath his feet as he surged forward, his blade slicing through the ranks of his enemies like a scythe through wheat.

Screw you all! Let's see how happy you are when I take you to meet king Yama with me!

The impact of Xin Ming's power was catastrophic, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake. The bodies of fallen warriors lay strewn across the battlefield, their lifeless forms twisted and broken, their blood mingling with the earth.

Armor shattered like glass, weapons splintered into pieces, and the very ground itself bore the scars of Xin Ming's onslaught, torn asunder by the sheer force of his blows. The air was thick with the acrid scent of blood and sweat, mingling with the metallic tang of steel. The sky overhead was obscured by a swirling maelstrom of dust and debris, kicked up by the ferocity of the battle.

Serves you all right…

The tranquil environment of the Valley of Echoes lay shattered and desolate. Where towering trees had once stretched their branches towards the sky, now lay splintered trunks and shattered limbs, torn asunder by the force of his blows. The ground itself bore the scars of his fury, rent apart by the sheer power of his attacks. Cracks spiderwebbed across the earth like veins, testament to the seismic impact of each strike. The river that once flowed through the valley now ran thick with blood, its once clear waters tainted by the violence that had consumed the land.

The symphony of combat filled the air with the clash of steel, while the pungent scent of blood mingled with the earthy fragrance of the forest.

As the battle raged on, Xin Ming fought with so much desperation, refusing to yield even as his vision grew dim and his limbs grew weary.

When the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded into silence, He found himself standing alone amidst the ruins, the enemies defeated and his death inevitable from the injuries he had sustained.

"Oh, I'm dying again.." he muttered.

Damn it all! Was it that necessary for them sacrifice thousands of elite warriors including their leaders? Just to kill me?

What went wrong this time?

As the echoes of battle faded into the recesses of the mind, he found himself drifting through the mists of memory, back to a time before the weight of destiny bore down upon his shoulders. In the quiet solitude of death's warm embrace, he reflected on the lives he had lived, each one a factor that has led him here.

In my first life, I was but a humble, naive disciple of the mid-ranked Flowing Cloud sect, eager to learn the ways of combat and honor. I learnt from the masters and I was enlightened on the secrets of cultivation.

However, I stumbled upon an artifact of unimaginable power - an ancient relic said to hold the key to unlocking the secrets of immortality. Known as the Clock of Rebirth, it bestowed upon its bearer the ability to transcend the cycle of life and death, granting them eleven reincarnations, twelve lives, before their soul would be forever lost to the void.

[You Have Died]