Above All. Below One God's Man
In the celestial realm, a realm beyond mortal comprehension, a mysterious and noble place existed. It was a realm where ethereal beings resided, a realm where the heavens and the earth converged. Within this divine realm, a tragedy unfolded, one that would forever change the fate of a newborn baby. On a starry night, a radiant star shone brighter than all others. This star symbolized the birth of a special child, destined for greatness. As the star illuminated the heavens, a celestial ceremony commenced, celebrating the arrival of the long-awaited infant. However, fate can be both cruel and unpredictable. As the newborn boy took his first breath, a chilling wind swept through the heavens, heralding an ominous presence. The celestial beings watched in horror as the baby's life force gradually faded away, leaving his tiny body lifeless. Silence fell upon the heavens as grief and despair filled the hearts of the ethereal beings. How could such a promising life be extinguished before it had even begun? The heavens mourned the loss of this innocent soul, their sorrow echoing through the divine realm. In the midst of their mourning, a decision was made. Unable to bear witness to the tragedy any longer, the celestial beings decided to cast the baby's remains out of the heavens. They believed that by banishing his lifeless body to a distant and insignificant universe, they could shield themselves from the pain of their failure. With great sorrow, they wrapped the baby boy's body in a celestial shroud and gently placed him within a golden basket. The basket, adorned with intricate designs and ancient symbols, was imbued with a spell to guide it to its final destination. With a collective sigh, the celestial beings released the basket into the vast expanse of the heavens. Guided by an unseen force, the golden basket descended through the celestial layers. ....... .... but would such a special infant of two powerful bloodline die easily ?? find out...
Chapter 12: A Room of Reflection
Chapter 12: A Room of Reflection
After the confrontation with Liu and the intensity of the challenge, Denny C was led to a tranquil corner of the Bull Fight Sect. Here, his eyes fell upon a modest yet inviting room. It was to be his cultivation quarters, a space where he would dedicate himself to mastering the ways of the sect.
Elder Zhang gestured toward the room. "This will be your space, Denny. A place for reflection, growth, and inner strength."
As Denny stepped inside, he took in the serene ambiance—the soft glow of lanterns, the soothing aroma of incense, and the view of a serene courtyard beyond the window. This was where he would come to understand himself on a deeper level, where he would harness his potential.
Elder Zhang spoke, his tone encouraging. "Adjusting to this new environment might take time, but remember, it's within these walls that you'll find your true strength."
Denny nodded, gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you, Elder Zhang. I'm ready for this."
In that very room, Elder Zhang handed Denny a small bag filled with sparkling crystals. Divine crystals, a source of energy that disciples used to cultivate their abilities. Denny marveled at their ethereal beauty, knowing that each crystal contained immense potential.
"These divine crystals will be your allies in your journey," Elder Zhang explained. "Use them wisely, and they will aid you in reaching new heights."
With a bow of respect, Denny accepted the bag of crystals. "I won't squander this opportunity, Elder."
Elder Zhang's eyes held a sense of pride. "I believe you won't."
As Elder Zhang prepared to depart, Denny took a moment to gather his thoughts. This was the beginning of a new chapter, a chance to prove himself and honor the values of the Bull Fight Sect.
Elder Zhang's gaze held a glint of anticipation. "Tomorrow, Denny, we will head to the Bull Temple for the ceremony of new disciples. It's a significant event, marking your official entry into the sect's fold."
Denny's excitement grew, and he nodded eagerly. "I'm looking forward to it, Elder Zhang."
With a nod of approval, Elder Zhang took his leave, leaving Denny in his cultivation quarters. As the door closed, Denny settled onto a cushion, his heart a mix of determination and anticipation. The divine crystals lay before him, a symbol of his path forward, and the Bull Temple ceremony loomed on the horizon—a step closer to solidifying his place within the Bull Fight Sect.