1 Episode 1
Is the world... fate fair? Some are born into a common family and live a common life, those who are born with a silver spoon in their mouth and live in luxury all their lives, and those who are born in misery giving their best just to be able to eat and live. one more day... in the same way some are born with talent and destined to succeed in whatever they set out to do, achieving what no one has achieved with an average effort, and then those who, no matter how hard they try or how much they sacrifice, will never escape from their defects...
But in the end…does all this matter?
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It was a shattered world with the debris of all sizes drifting from what was left on it, as small as a stone on the road and as large as an island, in the shattered world there were no discernible directions, and gravity no longer worked, only the debris of land and plants that previously lived in the shattered land were visible, with an ominous red background covering everything like the black cloth to outer space.
In the middle of the collapsed world stood two people, an old man with a long beard and hair that floated far below his feet, he had many wrinkles on his face, but his purple eyes somehow conveyed a strong vitality that negated his feelings year-old.
In front of him was a young man who seemed to be in his prime, he had a handsome face and long half white and half scarlet red hair, different from the old man's graying hair, he looked like a celestial being that had descended from heaven, but he was wearing a tired expression on his face.
He had a hole in his shoulder that went all the way through his body and some blood dripped from the corner of his lips, plus his right arm was twisted unevenly while his left hand held a broken sword.
But the old man in front of him was in no better condition as he was missing his right arm, a trail of blood ran down the corner of his lips and he had a large spathe cut on his torso, which glowed with an ominous black light. , and if viewed from the point of view of the young man behind the old man all the debris seemed to be divided as if cut by the sword following the direction and angle of the cut on the old man's torso as if a great sword had diagonally counted the horizon of the world and the old man would only have been in the way.
Even the red-colored space cloth in the background had a large dark scar running through it, at that moment from the sword scar on the old man's torso cracks began to spread throughout his body, like a glass vessel succumbing to death. the pressure of its content, breaking little by little.
Noticing this, the old man let out a dry and somewhat desolate laugh as he looked at his wound and then spoke, with a tone that denoted the countless years he had experienced, reflecting the loneliness and desolation of his existence.
- It seems that this is all for me, I foolishly believed that I could go against the will of heaven and defeat those blessed by him, but it seems that in the end, I will fall at the hands of one of his favored ones… - the old man murmured with resignation.
Hearing the old man's low murmur, the young man in front of him who had a stiff cold expression on his face due to his injuries relaxed his expression a bit and spoke to him.
- You should feel proud... to get to this point by yourself and only with your efforts, even in my country of birth the legends of your exploits and effort to overcome your lack of talent came... - the young man replied with a strangely melancholic tone.
As he spoke the right arm that was twisted strangely moved and repositioned itself, but the wounds inflicted on his body showed no signs of healing.
- hehehe so that even a heavenly son has mercy on me in my hour of death... it seems that I have already fallen as low as possible despite my weakness... - the old man said with a silly laugh, but he did not hide the resignation in his voice.
The old man's voice gradually became weaker and hoarse, as the cracks spread throughout his body and they began to glow green.
- Compassion? no… I am sincerely convinced by your ability, despite not having even half the power of the 8th guardian, you were the only one capable of taking me to these extremes… if you had progressed a little more in your cultivation it would have been me who would have fallen today.
Expressed the young man with conviction, even though just a moment ago they were mortal enemies destined to only live one, that does not change the fact that he sincerely respected the old man in front of him, who despite his little talent came forward from the most I went down and became the ninth guardian of the apotheosis ladder in the seventh heaven.
Honestly speaking, if it weren't for the circumstances, he would have liked to become friends with such a unique person, of whom there have been few in history.
- hahahaha these are just excuses, after all, you also have a lower cultivation level than me and despite that, I was defeated by you. There are only two kinds of people in the world; those who win and rise to heaven, and those who lose and disappear in the long river of time... too bad that my time has come so suddenly, I really would have reached 10,000,000 martial knowledge... - scolded the old man, but her voice had found peace at some point.
Despite the consolation of the young man in front of him, the stubborn old man seemed not to be interested in following the game of humility that the young man in front of him proposed, thinking that he was only looking to squeeze something good out of the old man who was in his last moments, but when thinking In this I notice the puzzled expression of the young man when hearing the phrase "10,000,000 of martial knowledge".
After which he pondered as he watched the wound and cracks spread over him as he slowly lost his senses and his hard-earned power, finally making a decision before meeting the young man's eyes.
- Hey kid, I know you are just so humble in front of me and praising me to see if you can get something good out of this dying old man before ascending to the Eighth heaven with the apotheosis blessing…
Hearing what the old man said, the young man put on a somewhat unpleasant expression and seemed to want to refute, but the old man raised his hand to stop him before he could speak and continued with his monologue.
- …and you can consider yourself lucky as I am willing to pass on my legacy to you, but it will not be free, you will have to complete my last dream of completing the "cultivation knowledge points" guide and conquering the eighth heaven to honor me, otherwise I will curse you for wasting my legacy even from non-existence.
Listening to the cheeky old man, the young man put an interesting expression on his face, he previously praised him sincerely since he grew up with stories of various heroes who passed through his "heaven" and the one that impacted him the most was that of this old man.
In addition to the fact that he is already in possession of legacies of people and beings much more powerful than the old man… beings that rule the eighth heaven and even some of the mythical ninth heaven, so he was not very interested in the legacy of this man who could be called the oldest of the seventh heaven.
But considering that he would soon disappear completely and be eradicated by the "Fin Dao" he decided to play along and accept his legacy, after all, he was a bit interested in him since he was able to damage him so much in his previous fight despite his abilities and legacies superior to the old man's, so he finally nodded in front of the dying and shameless old man.
Receiving confirmation from the young man, the old man slowly raised his remaining arm and placed it on his forehead, after which a bright purple light began to shine from the point where his fingers and forehead touched before a pristine, glowing sphere emerged. purple with runes and patterns of various colors on its surface.
This was not a physical or tangible object, but the contained manifestation of all his relevant knowledge, which he hoped to pass on to the young man in front of him.
As he did this the old man's face paled and he lost all his remaining strength, unable to maintain his posture he slowly fell back as cracks furiously spread across his body, and parts of him scattered like glittering dust into the shattered world.
With his trembling and the rapidly decomposing hand he sent the sphere towards the young man in front of him like a ray of light as his eyes went out of focus, unable to see the young man's expression as his body drifted in the chaotic space, he began to murmur faintly in his last moments, but magically his words echoed everywhere as if the world itself echoed them.
- hehehehe… I suffered too much just to give you my legacy… you have to make a statue… in my name… and create… a school… ah… an… altar… also… would be wrong…
As he said his last words, his entire body disappeared, leaving only a bright and beautiful green aurora that gradually covered the shattered world...
POV???
Everything was dark and silent, I couldn't feel any part of my body, but still, I felt great pain and pressure on me making me numb, with my mind numb and confused I felt dizziness like no other.
It was at that moment that fragments of memories suddenly rushed into my mind, making me feel like I was in a raging storm of memories most of which I could only dimly see until I saw the last available memory, that of an old man disappearing in awake. green light...
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- Haaaa…. Haaaaa… Haaaaa…
Suddenly getting up at the sight of that memory, the light returned to my eyes, focusing little by little to be able to see my surroundings, the first thing to enter my sight was a tall and beautiful tree that towered in front of me, with lush green leaves and an aura liveliness like no other.
The next thing to come into my line of sight was a large metal rod that was half charred right in front of me, reaching out my hand to touch it I instantly regretted how hot it was, leaving a clear red scar on my hand due to the heat...
When I instinctively withdraw my hand due to the pain, I noticed how there were parts of my skin lacerated and others with veins protruding as if I had received a strong electric shock, but this was not what surprised me, but rather the size and shape of my hand, was a small and childish hand which strangely seemed familiar and at the same time unknown.
It was at that moment that a severe headache suddenly attacked me, accompanied by several memories clearer than the ones I had previously, but much less in quantity, they were the memories of the current me, a cute and innocent 7-year-old boy who lived your life quietly and comfortably.
Being the son of a low-nobility, but the well-to-do family who lived on the border of the kingdom with the Tian Fa Forest, being the third son of his family, he did not have many expectations placed on him and was free to live as he wanted, so he always He had been very outgoing and restless exploring and doing whatever he pleased until today…
That suddenly while he was playing near the family sanctuary a lightning struck him out of nowhere, very possibly due to the metal rod with which he was playing, from there I woke up all the memories of my past life, although the vast majority were very fragmented...
- What the hell has happened… what are all these memories mixed up in my head… who is that old man and why so many of his memories are in my head… also because I feel so intimate and familiar with these memories…
He was puzzled by the current situation, although many of the new memories were in chaos or fragmented, he was very clear about the most recent ones... when that old man fought against "him" as guardian of the 9th and last step of Apotheosis and the consequences of having lost, the total extermination of my soul and will…
That type of death is what could be called "Absolute Death" no matter how strong the person or entity was, once it is annihilated by the "Fin Dao" nothing is left behind, without the possibility of resurrection or reincarnation, but here it was inheriting their memories out of nowhere and also feeling an unprecedented intimacy with them.
At that time I heard vague sounds around me of people screaming and rushing to where I was, because I was in a really bad condition from the impact of the thunder, so my vision was getting more and more blurry and I felt that everything was gone. my surroundings were spinning when I completely lost focus and again everything in front of me went dark...
Not noticing how one of my two usually light green eyes had out of nowhere turned a bright, light purple before disappearing just as I lost consciousness...
