Yamasaki Mitsuo, 17 years old, a transferee high-school student in Sukojou High. Due to his problem with his previous school, he decided to move to a new school where he can enjoy his high school life to the fullest. 

It’s often said that life in high school is rose-colored, but it doesn’t mean that it applies to all. There will be always a student that prefers a grey-colored life than all that. 

 
Despite being a joyful and shallow person, even one small mistake can change everything. Everyone says that we should rejoice and make memories of being a youth, especially those who are close to us.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious way. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Yamasaki Mitsuo is a 17-year-old transfer student at Sukojou High School. Due to his dissatisfaction with his old school, he chose to transfer to a new school where he may fully enjoy his high school experience.

It's commonly said that high school is rosy, but that doesn't imply it's true for everyone. There will always be a student who prefers a grey-colored life to everything else.

Even if you are a happy and shallow person, one simple blunder might change everything. Everyone, especially those close to us, tells us that we should be happy and make memories of our childhood.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious way. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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In a very unusual way to punish humanity, the starry sky will judge everyone. Charles along with Lucian and his best friend Maj, a black labrador retriever, will challenge the starry sky. Soon, they learn something about them. God is watching us.

As the era of dragons gradually came to an end, as arcane masters left countless riches and legends under the starry sky, one awakened youngster after another began to set foot on their journey.

-KAIZI-


Geez, that Shaun really is a muscle head.
What's with his pessimist mind, that book was a great one. As a psychologist, what blinded him to see that?
Going back to that poem,

"Let not thy law confronts us,
Let not thy mouth of a gun bestow fear upon us,
Let not thy dazzling gold blind us,
Let not thy pen draw the line between us.
Four souls wagered for the good,
Let thy stars attest thee,
Of these tainted blood,
Ready to be spilled."

LAW pertains to DANWEL
GUN pertains to LANDER
GOLD pertains to SHAUN
PEN pertains to whom?

That frame under that dirty cloak, I found a picture. Three people were there. The young, maybe 14-year- old versions of these old geezers were resting on that wooden frame. At the back of it is the POEM, etched on the board.
They were three people there, but the poem says, FOUR SOULS.
NO, I've been missing the point.
Those Books. Yes, that's it
THOSE BOOKS, their genre, their moral lesson, and core values, there's something in it.

Searching for meaning--- DEATH won't separate LOVE

Behind the shadows--- MONEY is not enough to buy TRUST

Change is possible--- JUSTICE won't be attained if you don't know how to ACCEPT

Finding God--- A foe to God was never a friend to MANKIND.

Sorrow--- NO WAY, an OATH.

Four souls wagered for the good,
Let thy stars attest thee,
Of these tainted blood,
Ready to be spilled.

Everything is making sense now; does the pen pertain to Jeremy GLOSS himself?

How did he DIE again?

"Hey, stop spacing out," Grey violently patted my back.
I forgot I was sitting in the pavilion, at the backyard of the mansion. I managed to find this place and came here after dinner. Grey sat far beside me as we stare at the starry sky.
It was a cloudless night and the moon to be in its crescent form. Come to think of it, we met in the same mansion under an eclipse.
The fact that is has to end, at least let me say goodbye.
"So, um..." she gradually hummed, breaking the silence, "When were you going to leave?" she curiously asked.
"Don't worry, as soon as possible." I reckoned, yeah. She's eagerly waiting for my presence to leave.
"I see," she cheaply replied.
The sad thing is I won't be able to see Jero-san, Clay-san, and Rald---, yeah, Never mind. Abigail, she must be in a safe place and Harvey, I'm sure Shaun made a good job in cleaning his dirt like he said. That doesn't mean he killed him though.
One more thing, I still have a question for her.
"If Fread managed to escape from that company, why didn't you try it?" I asked with my gaze locked upon the stars.
"I remember someone asked me something like that," her voice is giving off hints of sadness, "' Do you hate this life?'"
"Then what did you say?" I cocked my head to see her there, sitting while watching the stars.
"I don't believe in fate," she intricately answered, yeah, she is smiling, smiling?
"Childhood should have been special for children; it must be a memorable one. You meet friends and talk to them; you play with them and listen to their stories. Yet, I walked another path, so intriguing and painful, that whenever I looked back, it's a sickening scene. Back then, I never let myself be reminded of it. I read books, wonderful books that I started dreaming of making this world a better place. What a sullen dream I have, that I used it to blind myself from my pain of reality." She hid her face from me, hearing how she stated those words; she must have been fighting her tears. She went back to the stars with that same smile of hers.
"From this dream of mine, I obliviously prolonged my agony in the end. I woke up from it, yet the pain is still there. Slowly, I numbed myself from my misery, burying it deep down from my guts. I stopped taking risks to prove myself, I stopped lending my hand. I stopped everything that could lead me to pain, even if at first I could be happy. Not a person tried to talk to me back then. Whenever I see two people talking together, it made me envy them." She paused.
NO, it only made you lose sight of your own value.
"As we grow up, experiences really are the one molding us to shape. Good if we are able to think positively and rationally, but some of us are twisted to see the world in apparent darkness because deep inside of us, we believe we are not capable or lovable."---Grey.
What made her think that she's not capable or lovable?
"Yeah, no one really cares whether they hurt me or not, no one. I ended up losing the value of love. If you'll ask if I tried to give up, of course, I tried," she started to chuckle for a bit and then finally have the courage to face me.
"I was on the verge of that actually, but then that man asked that, 'Do you hate this life?' It was just a word, but it meant everything to me, that all this time, I only see straight to people that I want to prove my worth to be loved and that blinded me to see what's behind me, I mean, the people who are always there for me. How gruesome it is for people to watch their loved one suffer, that's what I realized."
"The thing is, maybe because some people don't know how to receive love. We tend to give much of it, but don't know how to receive it. Some of us, maybe, thought that love is something that we can EASILY show or give. That every time it was given to us, we are overjoyed and if not, we drown ourselves in sadness. Then, there are many people stomping around, saying that they are not loved despite of being loved by someone. I think that the problem really lies within the fact that we don't often know how to receive love." she finished with a grin.
That was intense, but---
Some people prefer not to love again, not necessarily romantic, for they have been scarred and hurt many times that they ended up building walls around them.
Unless you are ready to risk again, you will be able to learn love.
"Yeah, you've been so silent, what do you think?" she exclaimed, breaking my thoughts.
"Think of what?" I lifted my brow to show how curious I was.
"What do you think of my pathetic life?" Yeah, she's smirking alright. Some rather odd mortal being proud of her imperfections, just like the---

"It was just like that---"I pointed up and she glanced there to see the crescent moon. "It isn't its whole self, it wasn't perfect either, yet it was beautiful, is it not?" I glanced back to her and she did the same.

Even if it wasn't in its perfect form, that was her when you knew little about her but as time flies---

"Then what more when it is in its full form? Regardless of the dark night and starry sky, the moon was the most beautiful thing that you will find. " She just stared at me there, not even bothering to answer. 

We let the silence envelop us, gnawing away the cold air.

Sadly, it is. It was meant to end.


"Yeah, LAME"---GREY.

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Kaizi Hirogome, a famous detective of Japan set a tour to a foreign land to solve a 1-year-old case in just a week. Upon his stay, he was forced to save a woman from being assassinated on a ball. Turning out, that she'll be the one to give him all the answers. Who can she be?

 Twists and turns unraveled more than what he had expected, revealing this barren foreign land's unimaginable secrets. Together, will they solve it all without strings attached?

Darkness.
Black clouds covered the sky like complex layers of lead overlapping, solidified in the sky.
Between the sky and the earth, a mighty city rose above the barren land.
Dim starlight came from somewhere, illuminating the city’s sharp turrets. But even in the darkness, it was easy to discern the high luxury and and dignity of the city.
Perched on a copper and black iron foundation, its body was made of white silver, with gold decorating its tip. Created by iron, it was a legendary miracle.
When sunlight passed through the sky, the entire city would bathe in the radiance of the sun—sacred but grave. But now there was no sunlight, and everything was covered shrouded by the darkness of the night.
Ye Qingxuan observed the city.
--
In the darkness, he saw the earth shake and rumble.
Blood-red light flowed through a crack, like blood seeping out from the earth under the city. It seemed to want to flow up and submerge it all.
The rumbling grew.
The mighty city shook as if something hidden under was about to be unearthed.
The sound of thunder arose, continuous like an avalanche. But the sound was unclear, like thousands of people wailing together.
Hell collapsed and Avīci1 called!
At that moment, the thundering seemed to explode. The rippling across the earth could be seen by the naked eye. Even the sacred city shook with it.
Quickly, a crack appeared on the iron wall.
It was the first crack.
--
The top of the city’s highest point, the place closest to the clouds, was also the darkest place. Someone looked down at the city from that point. Angry winds blew from the distance. The eye of the tornado enveloped this city. The storm wind blew at his robe, it fluttered loudly.
His cigar stayed lit, despite the wind.
He stood at the edge of the tall tower, looking down at the sacred city and the redness seeping from the ground, watching the earth shake.
"The third layer of the Wailing Wall has been breached!" someone reported behind the smoking man when a third sound rang across the skies and earth.
The pale secretary clung on to a pillar, his eyes full of fright. "Fifteen minutes ago, it had already entered the Sunrise Path, but the ‘Hell’ and ‘Purgatory’ left by Grandmaster Ding have already been destroyed. All that remains is ‘Heaven’."
"Heaven cannot stop it." The smoking man shook his head.
"The temple knights and anthem battalion are ready. They’re arming at the armageddon now."
"What of the Holy Spirits?" the man asked.
The secretary listened with his eyes closed. Voice trembling, he replied, "Fire God Agni was hurt in battle and has fallen into a coma. Jupiter is waking up. The Wind God and Thunder God have entered the abyss. Hopefully, they can stop it."
"It’s pointless. That is the Doomsday Dragon with seven crowns." The man shook his head again.
"When it was sealed and confined by the three kings of the past, one-third of stars fell into the abyss with it. A double-bodied Holy Spirit is nothing to it. Send out the command, under the name of Nibelungenlied2—awaken all Holy Spirits."
The secretary was stunned. Thinking of the consequences, he grew even more pale. "But if the Emperor Qing is angered again, the sacred city might…"
In the darkness, the man turned around and gazed at him like as if looking at a cowering idiot. "Then use a blood sacrifice and let him see the battlefield clearly."
"…" The secretary’s lips trembled, but he could not speak.
"Even if he’s scared, he should be scared after the sacred city is destroyed," the smoking man said lightly. "If the abyss under the sacred city is set off, the city won’t be the only thing destroyed."
"Yes, my Crown" The secretary lowered his head. Mumbling to himself, it was as if the wind had carried his voice, sending it to the city below him.
"Also…" the smoking man suddenly said in the darkness, "notify all priests to get ready in the Bronze Hall. It’s time to start ‘Fate’."
The secretary looked up in shock. But he only saw the man put out his cigar and push open the door behind him. At his waist, the sword, Gate of Heaven, shone with a cold light.
In the wind, his voice was like the ringing of a blade.
"Tell them, the Pope will personally join the battlefield."
--
The world shook, and the overlapping melodies could not subdue the thundering.
The calling from Avici, nine levels under the ground, cut across the skies and earth. It pushed the black clouds, lightning brewed. The wild flashes of light were like an evil spirit’s whip, falling on the sacred city again and again.
The entire city bathed in the glow of the lightning.
A huge crack spread from the ground under the city, like an open mouth wanting to swallow it.
Ye Qingxuan stood above the crack, looked down, and saw the swirling flashes of metal within it.
It was the reflection of the Temple Knights’ formation.
Tons of heavy armor covered the bodies of these warriors. It was impossible to imagine that armor this heavy could be moved by humans. When they moved, it was unstoppable, like the Gaia giant in the Bible.
Now they numbered thousands upon thousands. All held their chains and spears over their heads as they charged into the darkness.
Along with the thundering footsteps, as the steel shoes hit stone, the music notes carved on the armor shone, and began singing sacred hymns.
This was the sound of Heaven. The Chorale’s power spread with a burning light. The light illuminated a huge eye.
Under the cracks of layers of seals was a beastly eye at least ten meters wide. It looked past the darkness and light into the sky.
For a second, Ye Qingxuan’s eyes met with it, and he felt as if he were spying at a beast from afar. An indescribable coldness poured into his eyes like a tide. He yelped.
Suddenly, a loud noise sounded, shaking the earth. The sacred city seemed to scream in distress.
Layers of metal were torn. Under its eyes, an indescribably heavy pressure spread out. The knights charging toward it were flattened by the pressure, their heavy armor clanging.
Very quickly, it was flattened by the pressure as well. Blood spurted out from between millions of metal shards.
Before the seal, the Hymn Battalion was almost completely wiped out.
In that moment, the singing from the Chorale was cut off. Their aether was out of control. The holy strength had been taken by the monsters in the seal and turned into a group of bloody crows.
The endless tide of crows flew from the darkness. Beating their wings and shrieking, they devoured the musicians.
"Woe!"
"Woe!"
"Woe!"
Countless wails suddenly emerged from the emptiness, like countless sinners singing together in Hell. Under the aether’s influence, the blood glowed and swallowed everything it touched.
This was the power of Catastrophe.
Four hundred years ago, the strongest Catastrophe that the Three Kings sealed—Doomsday’s Dragon—woke from within the deep abyss. It tore away the layers of seal, and was about to fly into the sky and pour bloody fire from its wings.
But just at that moment, white-hot light began to flow from the sacred city.
The sleeping dead in the holy temple, turned into Holy Spirits by musicians, were finally awake!
Like millions of stars, they soared to the sky!
In the Pope’s hand was the sword named Gate of Heaven. He pointed it at the abyss, and those spots of light fell, falling into the dark abyss.
Within the light, the awakened Holy Spirits. They raised their staffs, radiating light.
In the endless darkness, these spots of light were like weak candlelight in the wind. They lit up one after another, creating a halo that stopped the progression of the darkness!
In the abyss, the overlapping notes became a symphony, and an unimaginable strength rose from the dark abyss. The legendary music scores that could only be found in ancient literature appeared once again.
For a moment, Ye Qingxuan thought that the Doomsday’s Dragon was under control, but Avici’s call sounded once again from the abyss.
In the darkness, the angry red dragon opened its eyes. The seven crowns radiated with a terrifying blood-red glow.
The earth shook.
To Ye Qingxuan, time was no longer continuous. The world kept changing, and it was hard to see clearly. Endless light blinded him.
In the light, dragons danced crazily.
--
For a moment, everything was silent.
The world froze.
Ye Qingxuan turned around in confusion and saw a silhouette at the peak of the sacred city.
Endless aether light guarded him, illuminating his stern expression. He reached out and pressed down on the empty air. The entire city lit up as if finally awoken.
The black clouds shrouding the city were ripped apart. Starlight fell from the sky, shining upon the deadly battlefield.
In the abyss, the Doomsday’s Dragon kept growling, roaring wildly, as if sensing that something terrifying would arrive soon. In this frozen world, everything was locked in the cage. No one could stop what was about to happen.
"Fate?" Ye Qingxuan murmured, watching the silhouette.
Then the Pope lowered his hands, and it sounded as if the world had shattered!
The sky shook. The chilling crack started from the east and fell toward the west, cutting across the night sky. Starlight and moonlight disappeared, turning into a dark vortex.
The starry sky disappeared, as if it were being rolled up like a rug. God radiated fatal light from above the twisted sky.
Ye Qingxuan could not see anything.
He could only feel the continuous resonance beside him, but a human’s eardrum could no longer stand that terrifying sound.
When the first sound of stars crashed, his senses had already been shattered. Everything had turned into a hopeless nightmare. The world was at the brink of collapse. The ground had turned to coal, tar and fire burned into the sky.
Everything was on the path to destruction…
In the end, all that was left was a shattering sound, as if the monster was chewing on the remains of the earth.
--
Ye Qingxuan woke up from his terrifying nightmare in shock. He opened his eyes wide, panting.
Screams continued by his ear.
"Ah! Help! Someone help! Catastrophe! Catastrophe!"
Continuous screams sounded in the classroom. Hundreds of students woke up from nightmares. Their faces were chalk-white as they tried to remember where they were.
As the hallucination dissipated, the professor drinking black tea at the podium looked up. He gazed down at the frightened students.
"What you all saw was the Battle of the Abyss from three hundred years ago," he said. "This is what I will teach you in the first class—the endless war between humanity and catastrophe."
1Avīci Niraja means "Hell" in the Sanskrit language.
2Nibelungenlied is an epic poem from Middle High Germany. It tells the story of the Burgundian dragon-slayer Siegfried.


Music and aether, an omnipresent element, is the source of all power. Musicians used music scores and alchemy to control the aether and defeated the natural catastrophe Leviathan, saving the world. But more catastrophes are awakening…
However, Ye Qingxuan has a different reason to become a musician—he just wants to find his father and know why his family was exiled.

Zhuo Buqun, the Head Palace Master looked at Qin Wushuang and smiled carelessly: "Do you feel confused about how I clearly knew your thoughts?"

 "Yes, I don’t understand." Qin Wushuang did feel a trace of mysteriousness from this Head Palace Master.
 "Yes, this astronomical observatory is named because of its height. While one stands at such height, they could lower and raise their head to see the heavens and earth of all living things. Even the Stargaze Palace appears tiny under your feet. Naturally, you would feel a type of superior feeling emerge in your heart. You would feel deep loneliness at the top. Especially to someone like you, who is so accomplished at such a young age with almost no competitors among the young generation, it’s normal to have this feeling."
Hearing Zhuo Buqun’s analysis, Qin Wushuang immediately grasped some meanings. Indeed, as the Head Palace Master had said, along this journey, he seemed to have gotten used to the attitude of an elite warrior. Since the Head Palace Master was the number one figure with absolute authority in the Stargaze Palace, he would have a much more subtle grasp on the breadth of mind of an elite warrior.
He finally understood to some extent the reason the Head Palace Master requested to meet him in this place.
 "Qin Wushuang, if you were here by yourself, what thoughts would this sight inspire within you? I am somewhat curious."
After a moment of thinking, suddenly, Qin Wushuang had an idea as he gave a long sigh: "Where are the great men of the past, and what of the future? I think of heaven and earth, limitless, endless, and I am all alone as my tears falls down…"
Zhuo Buqun felt his heart been stirred and a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes. He dwelled on Qin Wushuang’s poem and said: "Did you just think of this poem on the spot?"

Qin Wushuang had suddenly remembered about his former life. After the reincarnation, regardless of his former or current life, he would not have any chance to go back. For a moment, he felt somewhat sad as he shook his head: "No, I did not think of it, I once saw this poem in an ancient book. I felt the urge to recite the words."
Zhuo Buqun fixed his gaze on Qin Wushuang. Suddenly, he gave a long sigh: "Qin Wushuang, Qin Wushuang, sometimes I cannot help but think, you are not someone from our world. With everything that has happened to you, it utterly defies logic and reasoning."
Inwardly, Qin Wushuang was awed. The words of the Head Palace Master had been spoken out of coincidence, but also deliberately to the listener. Some accidental words spoken by him had genuinely hit the target.
He smiled lightly and asked: "Why would you say so?"

 "It’s hard to explain in a few words. For example, you came from the Bai Yue, a little Subordinate Country. Since the establishment of the Great Luo Empire, not a single Subordinate Country has had such demonic result. Logically, with the resources and the geographical environment of those Subordinate Countries, they would never be able to cultivate an exceptional genius like you. However, you have defied reasoning and the norm and created a miracle."

Zhuo Buqun gave an exclaimed sigh and said: "Next, I heard that you have never studied under any teacher before the Second Palace Master. However, your presence and those layers of different combat techniques has left us dazzled. Like a heavenly steed, you soar through the sky with your rich creativity. You’ve amazed all of us. Initially, the Second Palace Master planned to teach you some combat techniques after the new year. Now, both of us have agreed that in your situation, the less we teach you, the more beneficial it would be. Us old guys can never use our rules to bind you…"
Zhuo Buqun spoke with a sincere tone as he pointed to the far sky: "Your future is this resplendent starry sky. Soon, you will become one of the shiniest. Before that, besides our kind advice, any training advice will only get in the way of your development. Thus, we’ve decided to sweep away all obstacles and will not bind you in any way. A fish will jump freely in the vast ocean and a bird can fly to any heights in the sky. This way, are you satisfied?"

Qin Wushuang thought for a moment and nodded: "Since this is a decision made by both the Head Palace Master and my teacher, how could I object?"

Zhuo Buqun smiled: "Of course, currently, you are a Core disciples. Naturally, you will receive priority with the resources you need. However, I still insist on my previous words. To you, it’s best to not use any of the Pills. For the training path, only self-understanding and extracting power from the body would be the most pure and powerful. For all man-made objects, including Pills and weapons, all of them have some extent of flaws and crudeness. You must be especially cautious when consuming any type of Pills. You should never consume too many Pills for the sake of advancing. It’s the act of mediocre people that will only degrade themselves. They consume it like one would drink poison to quench their thirst. Once a person starts to use Pills to advance, then this person’s training potential has reached its end!"
These were not frightening words to scare people, but spoken based on facts. After all, a sect like the Stargaze Palace did not have those super Alchemists. The Pills they made more or less held some traces of flaws as it was difficult to reach perfection.
Once a person needed to consume Pills to advance, it meant that this person no longer had the determination, courage nor the potential to comprehend the knowledge of martial arts. In that case, they would have reached the end of their training path.
Zhuo Buqun said with a smile: "Of course, my words are biased. To some people with average potential, some Pills with rich Qi would still work. It would not only not restrict their development, but also help to stimulate and improve their potential. However… That is only effective for people with ordinary potential. To you, and to my head disciple Wei Yi, my requirement is that you must go traverse the training path with your own legs. Regardless of difficulty and loneliness you may experience, don’t be tempted by those Pills."
Zhuo Buqun’s words had instantly extinguished Qin Wushuang’s previous thoughts about using the Pills. He knew that the Head Palace Master absolutely would not have mentioned this if he there wasn’t any truth in his words.
As he understood this part, Qin Wushuang mind suddenly felt like it had opened up into a wide panorama. He asked: "Head Palace Master, how is Wei Yi recovering from his injuries?"

Zhuo Buqun laughed: "He has the Natural Spiritual Roots and has an extremely strong regenerative ability. He should have recovered about ninety percent. Qin Wushuang, you have taught him a very good lesson on the martial arts stage. I need to thank you for this."

Qin Wushuang blushed with shame from the Head Palace Master’s words. He said humbly: "How could I deserve your thanks with what I have?"

Zhuo Buqun laughed straightforwardly: "Of course you do! If you didn’t let Wei Yi experience defeat, with his breadth of mind, he would have a tough time understanding the stages. For many years, I had hoped that someone would defeat him. Now, my wish is fulfilled."
Qin Wushuang immediately said: "There are still some differences between my strength and Wei Yi. I was lucky to win last time because Wei Yi had made a big promise and was disadvantaged in that battle. I only borrowed some advantages and barely made it through."
It was not because Qin Wushuang was being humble, it was the facts. Initially, compared to Wei Yi who was at the Middle Stage of the Spiritual Martial Force, his power was far from equal to Wei Yi’s.
 "The ability to judge a situation and to use the surrounding to your advantage, this is an attribute that all martial artists should have. And you excel in this aspect. From your journey through the exam, everyone could see that you are an elite figure that has strong combat power and excel in manipulating the rhythm of the battle. On this point, no one in the younger generation could beat you."
Zhuo Buqun was not giving exaggerated compliments, but stating a fact. For the Stargaze disciples and even Wei Yi, they may have surpassed Qin Wushuang regarding strength and Spiritual stages. However, they were less than Qin Wushuang in terms of combat experience and the use of strategies.
 "I appreciated learning that you had brought up that crisis. For the entire Stargaze Palace, I have always felt this was an unrecognized issue. I have always waited for someone to mention this matter. Unexpectedly, the one that had this forethought to mention it was you, a young man who had just entered the sect less than half a year ago. Crisis, excellent. This word is a good summary. Our disciples lack a sense of crisis!"
Zhuo Buqun gave Qin Wushuang an appreciative glance. Suddenly, he said: "Now, I have a challenge for you. I would like all top ten Core disciples to face it together. I’ve thought back and forth, and I think it’s best for you to be the leader. Would you be willing to carry this responsibility?"

 "Please tell me."

 "Excellent!" Seeing Qin Wushuang answer straightforwardly, Zhuo Buqun also laughed, "Perhaps your teacher has already mentioned to you. Next year, there will be a great feast. It will happen half a year later. However, the thing I am going to talk about is not about that feast."

 "Feast?" Qin Wushuang smiled bitterly, "My teacher only mentioned it briefly as he talked about there being an opportunity to go see the outside world. He didn’t specify."

Stunned, Zhuo Buqun smiled: "Second is truly on concealing the information. For this point, I am afraid the other three Palace Masters are not as strict as him."

Immediately, he nodded: "After we finish our prayers to the ancestors, I am going to make an announcement. However, since we are here, I will tell you something about it. In the next year, there is a friendly competition between the three Empires that occur every twenty years. These three empires are the Great Luo, the Heavenly Lake, and the Vermillion Sun Empire. For every twenty years, each party would send out their most exceptional disciples to participate. Naturally, the Stargaze Palace would send its disciples. The other sects in the Great Luo Empire will also have their spots. However, the Stargaze Palace will make up the prime of the group. Thus, before this competition, I would like to assign you all a task to get some experience."

Qin Wushuang nodded silently. He did not speak and waited for the Head Palace Master to finish speaking.
 "Last night, I received some secret information from the Shakyamuni Li Huo. He said that the group of Herbalist disciples that went to the Green Jade Mountain has completely disappeared. On the surface, it doesn’t seem to be a big matter. However, that Green Jade Mountain is different than other places. It has always been a controversial place. It is located in between the border of the Great Luo and the Heavenly Lake Empire. Initially, this location belonged to Ba Shu, an Upper Subordinate Country. Due to historical complications, there has always been some controversy regarding the owner of this Green Jade Mountain. Most likely, there are deeper reasons behind the disappearance of those Herbalist disciples. Thus, I plan to send you to investigate. How about it?"

Qin Wushuang nodded after a moment of thinking: "What are the rules of engagement, Head Palace Master?"

"No rules!" There was a trace of coldness in the tone of the Head Palace Master. For an instant, this kind and wise Head Palace Master revealed a towering presence that left Qin Wushuang feeling quite awed.
What did it mean to have no rules? It meant that as long as the condition permitted and with enough evidence, they were free to use any methods!
This was the principle between the nations in the Tian Xuan Land. If you offend me, I will do the same. Rules of engagement would cease to exist on this matter!


In China’s modern martial arts society, Wu Xinghe was history’s youngest grandmaster of martial arts. He was invincible. Because of a strange incident, he was reincarnated as Qin Wushuang, a poor aristocratic boy in an entirely different world with its own set of rules. With his strong will and passion, he began his journey to pursue the highest peak of martial arts!

The main character’s beliefs are:

Never comply with the aristocrats or the rich people, regardless of any situation. To only depend on your own strength because, eventually, you will have the power to be invincible.

Rise! Soar through the Galaxia! 

"Can you see it?"
"Sand. Just endless sand and rock." Tang Yue was tiptoeing on a seat, half his body outside the driving compartment. He was propping himself up on the frame like a lookout man on a ship. "I can see the wind blowing from the northwest. Do we need a hard left turn?"
"There's no need." Sitting inside the geolab, Tomcat was biting down on a screwdriver and repairing its broken paw. "I've already indicated the landmarks to you. Just let the Wanderer head in the direction I told you."
Tang Yue sat down and held the steering wheel. The Mars Wanderer was moving slowly at a turtle's leisurely pace. The landmark that Tomcat had pointed out to him was a huge half-buried basalt boulder in the distance. It was unknown how big it actually was, but the exposed part was at least two stories tall. It happened to be on the Wanderer's route.
Just like the saying, "Mount Hope ran a dead horse, "Tang Yue felt as if he wasn't getting closer, despite driving the Wanderer all day.
"Don't tell me it's a mirage?" Tang Yue mumbled.
On Earth, mirages were very common in the desert, but there was zero evidence that such phenomena happened on Mars.
However, the principle behind mirages was the refraction of light in the atmosphere. The requirements for it to happen were relatively simple, and as long as particular conditions were met, a mirage could take form regardless of the area. Therefore, Tang Yue believed that mirages weren't exclusive to Earth.
"It's not a mirage," Tomcat said. "The Martian atmosphere is too thin and the temperatures are too low. The sunlight is also very weak, making it very difficult for such strong amounts of light refraction to occur. You feel like the distance isn't shortening because your eyes and brain have erroneously underestimated the distance. In a desert without any reference points, it's very difficult for you to determine the size of something. Likewise for distance."
Tang Yue narrowed his eyes. He believed that his vision was rather good, having never suffered from myopia or astigmatism. Thinking back to the days when they were selecting candidates for the Orion crew, Tang Yue had overcome one obstacle after another, standing out among a bunch of young engineers that graduated from prestigious universities like Beihang University, Harbin Institute of Technology, and Northwestern Polytechnical University. One important reason was that he was the only one who had never worn glasses.
The Center's eyesight test used the Landolt C test, also known as a Landolt ring chart. Tang Yue could see anything at a distance of five meters.
"You don't believe me? What do you think the distance between you and the target is?" Tomcat asked.
"Hmm…" Tang Yue pondered for a moment. "Eight hundred… One kilometer probably?"
"Actually, that boulder is at least two kilometers away from you," Tomcat said. "It's farther than you can imagine, which is why you are mistaken about not being able to reach it despite all the traveling."
Tomcat blew at its torn fur and placed it on the floor, frowning.
Breaking a paw wasn't a big deal since it wouldn't suffer death from hypovolemic shock. But this wasn't a good omen.
Tomcat knew very well that its machinery was aging. Based on the original design, it was already towards the end of its lifespan. It was part of the first stage of the Mars Landing Project. And everything in the first stage was supposed to be decommissioned and abandoned, including Orion I and II, the Mars Wanderer, and Tomcat.
In the past year, it had burdened itself with excessive work.
Today was the sixth sol.
They were still ninety kilometers from the destination.
Although Tomcat's limbs were removable and it hadn't lied to Tang Yue, its paws weren't hot-swappable like USB drives. Once it broke, the joint connection was no longer firm. From this day forth, it was unlikely it could use the arm to do any heavy-duty work.
Tomcat connected its broken limb and leaned against the window, plastering its face against the glass. Looking out, its expression was suddenly colored with languidness and exhaustion. It sat motionless as it watched the desert sweep past like a child looking out a car's window.
"Tang Yue," Tomcat mumbled.
"Huh? I'm here. What's wrong?"
"Look to your left. There's a rock underneath the hill. Do you see it?"
"Yes, why?"
"Do you think it looks like fish?"
…
When the sun rose to its highest point, Tomcat used the sextant to measure its elevation angle. 
"How is it?" While panting, Tang Yue moved the solar panels down. "Are we on the right track?"
"It's mostly alright, but further confirmation is needed to know our longitude. If we continue another thirty kilometers in this direction, we should arrive at our predetermined waypoint." Tomcat sat on the vehicle's roof and pointed ahead with its two stubby legs swaying about. "That's the final waypoint before we reach our destination. Once we pass it, the destination will be straight ahead."
"Unfortunately, the Wanderer's endurance is limited." Tang Yue unfolded the solar panels. "If it could endure a little longer, we would probably have arrived by now."
"It wasn't designed to travel long distances in the first place. As a short-legged dog, it's impressive that it's got this far. The next vehicle to be sent to Mars will meet your requirements. Apparently, its nickname is Red Rabbit," Tomcat said. "How's the Radiant Armor?"
"The Radiant Armor is fully operational. The oxygen tank still has three-quarters left. At the present speed of expenditure, it should be able to last until the end." Tang Yue waved his hand. "There's nothing to worry about."
Tomcat looked down from above as Tang Yue busily moved the solar panels. From time to time, he would stop and rest. It was a strenuous activity. Although the solar panels weren't heavy, there were quite a number of them.
Tomcat had wanted to offer its help, but Tang Yue stopped it.
He requested that the disabled sit down obediently and not make things worse.
Like the perennial question, if the solar panel and the arm fell to the ground at the same time, which would you pick up first and why?
Exasperated, Tomcat could only leave it be.
"If I must die," Tomcat said.
Tang Yue was taken aback.
"What are you saying?"
"A poem Old Wang once wrote," Tomcat said leisurely. "If I must die, please bury me, in the starry night."
"A boor like Old Wang could write poems?" Tang Yue was somewhat surprised. Old Wang was a tall northeastern boor. He had studied Wind Chun from a young age and had even fought with black bears. In his words, if he hadn't joined the military to become a pilot, he would have become a despotic bully of society. It was evident from the boorish tone Old Wang always used.
Such a person could write a poem? Wouldn't he end up breaking the pen?
Was he similar to China's basest warlord from the 20th century, Zhang Zongchang?
Just like his terrible Daming Lake poem?
"Middle-aged men have plenty of pressure as a sandwiched generation. When a midlife crisis strikes them, they are often disposed to contemplate misery," Tomcat said. "Old Wang once said that his childhood dream was to be a poet. He always believed that life was about following ideals and ignoring the trivialities in life, but unfortunately, he suffered a beating from his father and stopped having such silly lofty ideals."
"If I must die, 
"Please bury me, 
"Under the starry sky."
Tomcat leisurely recited.
Tang Yue was taken aback.
This really wasn't some crappy poem.
"When spring winds blow, 
"When withered trees bloom.
"Come visit me, 
"Come that day, 
"A Halcyon spreads its wings above my grave,
"Scattering sunlight upon me."


Payload specialist, Tang Yue, who is a mechanical and electrical engineer by training, is left stranded on Mars when he receives news from his AI robot assistant, Tomcat, that Earth has exploded. He believes himself to be the last human in the Universe.
Turns out, he is only the last man in the Universe. Botanist, Mai Dong, had been left on the United Space Station (USS) orbiting Mars, to await Tang Yue's ascent to the USS before they make their journey back to Earth. But now, it's impossible.
Join the trio's quest for survival as they attempt to unravel the mystery of Earth's disappearance.

The formal evening attire that Douglas used to wore had been replaced by a flowing grey magic robe of fine texture, on which countless dots and lines formed various mysterious patterns. He was also wearing an ancient Magic Empire top hat of the same color, surrounded by many colorful crystal stones that resembled a tiny celestial system.
The way how Douglas was dressed reminded people that Douglas was not only the establisher of the Congress of Magic, but also a survivor of the ancient Magic Empire after its downfall. The aesthetics that had been fostered when he was young were still imprinted in his brain.
"Lucien, thank you for your suggestion. With strict calculation and complex alchemy procedures, I have made an artificial planet. The next step will be sending it to the preset orbit." Douglas greeted Lucien genially. 
Meanwhile, Douglas put his right hand on the magic pouch, and a silver-grey sphere instantly rose up in the air in front of him.
As the product of a first-time experiment, the size of this artificial planet was quite small, only half the size of a human body. The tiny, mysterious planet was covered with silver-grey metal gloss and inlaid with all kinds of gems and sophisticated magic lines. The whole sphere seemed to be completely wrapped in layers of magic circles.
"It looks very sophisticated…" Lucien murmured. According to Lucien, the purpose of the experiment would be achieved as long as Douglas could prove that a satellite was able to revolve around this world. Other further functions were factors that could be considered later, such as communication, investigation, location, as well as being used as a weapon, or it would be a waste of time.
Douglas grinned. "Not really, not really… This universe is full of hazards: this magic circle is designed to resist low temperature…" 
Very patiently, Douglas started introducing every magic circle on the surface of the metal ball to Lucien.
Lucien could not agree with him in his mind, yet he still listened to Douglas carefully to learn more about the magic circles and asked questions from time to time. In the end, Lucien asked on purpose, 
"Mr. President, why don't you add the magic circles for receiving and sending signals? So we can locate it from here and keep a closer track of it."
"I've put the similar permanent magic circles in it," Douglas was not disturbed by Lucien's many questions at all, but answered him with patience, "… also, the function of its main magic circle goes beyond your imagination. It's a magic circle that could almost rival legendary magic."
"What is it?" Asked Luciana curiously.
"I'll keep it as a secret for now. You'll see when it works." Douglas smiled at his students.
Artil's narrow eyes stared at the metal ball frenetically. "I can't wait to see it… I can't wait to show those idiots that our teacher's theory is correct, to show them that their dream about Ether is just an illusion!" 
Fernando snorted. "Claiming victory before the experiment even started. You're the most stupid idiot I've ever seen."
Fernando's words lashed out as usual, even though Douglas was just beside him. If it had been Douglas who said those words, Fernando would have given the same response as well.
Artil dared not to debate with Fernando. He lowered his head, feeling quite humiliated.
Bergner, the Prophet from Tower, looked at Douglas with slight concern. "The reason why no planet has been found yet is complicated. Maybe we can't observe an artificial planet in the universe either. Mr. President, you have to be prepared for the possible failure. The failure can't completely deny your theory."
Bergner was wearing Tower's unique grey, pointy hat. His brows and beard had all turned white. Except for his eyes, which were as deep as the starry sky, he looked like an ordinary old man.
Since it was a reminder from the Prophet, the look on the students' face slightly changed. They wondered if Mr. Bergner had already seen the result by casting Horoscope…
But their concern was wiped out by Douglas immediately. Douglas smiled casually and said, "I have failed many times trying to find a planet. One more failure isn't something that can defeat me. It only means my theory is not yet perfect. Maybe I missed something, and all the failures will lead me to find the answer. A throne of success is always made by failures. Don't be dazzled by my current reputation and status so that you forget that I have also already been through countless failures."
Douglas looked up and stared at the virtual starry sky of the demiplane above. "The world is so vast and broad. The further you explore, the smaller you feel about yourself. What did this world look like at the very beginning? Where will the many questions lead to in the very end? We have no idea. Anything that is unknown deserves our reverence. We can't keep ourselves away from them because of fear and uncertainty. 
"If today our experiment works, we will prove that human beings can also create planets and create a world. We are taking the first step!"
Douglas' smiling eyes turned to look at Lucien, "And this is all thanks to Lucien. His unrestrained thoughts and reversed way of thinking have freed me from my past experience."
Hearing the praise, Lucien thought to himself that the president's small step probably meant one giant leap for mankind.
Fernando noticed that Lucien was being absent-minded. He gave Lucien a threatening stare and then turned to Douglas. "No more lecturing. An award-winning speech should be saved until success, or it would turn into a joke."
Bergner also smiled and explained, "What I just said was not a prophecy. I was simply showing my care to an old friend. If I want to do a fortune telling for Douglas, I would have to prepare for at least a month for the result to not be too ridiculously wrong."
Artil, Luciana, and Norman gradually cheered up. 
Douglas did not say anything. He nodded slightly and put the artificial planet back into his pouch and turned on the magic tower.
The stars in the virtual night sky suddenly went out. The mountains, forest, lake, prairie, and the magic tower itself were completely encased by the darkness.
Then the white lines on the magic tower lit up one by one and formed a very complex magic circle.
As soon as the magic circle became complete, the magic tower started trembling fiercely with a loud buzzing noise. A great power, like a roaring ocean, gathered in front of Douglas and formed a mysterious gate inlaid with countless constellation symbols.
"All of you, go back to Allyn, and watch the sky carefully," said Douglas.
Meanwhile, his formidable spiritual power spread out. The power was like a burning sun, and it made Lucien and the others unable to open their eyes or spread out their spiritual power.
Finishing his words, Douglas pushed his spiritual power fiercely toward the stargate and opened a gap. Then he stepped in and disappeared in the darkness and void.
This was how a satellite was launched in this world. Lucien stared at the gradually vanishing gate, speechless. No expensive fuels, no giant rocket, no ignition device. All Douglas needed to do was to take the satellite with him and do a space jump.
Lucien truly realized that, in this world of magic, there were still many aspects that were more advanced than that of the Earth. It's just he still had no clue how they worked.
In this world, a grand arcanist himself was a rocket, a satellite, an intercontinental missile, a combination of power and glory!
"To explore the planets far away from us, it will take two to three years to prepare a space jump. The longest might take several decades. As for a short-distance jump like this, it only takes a few days of preparation," explained Fernando.
Bergner, the Prophet, looked at the crystal ball in his hand. "Let's go back to Allyn. We cannot miss this great moment. Three to five minutes later, Douglas will be able to enter the preset orbit."
Douglas will be able to enter the preset orbit… Lucien thought this sentence sounded a bit weird, and had a deeper understanding of the grand arcanists' non-human nature. 
Then he went back to Allyn with rest of the people in the demiplane.
Standing on the thirty-third floor of the headquarter's tower, they stared at the night sky. Time went by, but nothing happened.
Luciana asked nervously, "is there a problem?"
It sounded like she was asking other people, but also like she was murmuring to herself.
"No, there will be no problem. It is just somehow delayed," said Artil decisively.
Norman remained as calm as the two legendary sorcerers. He said in a low voice, "Mr. Douglas's theory should be correct…"
Lucien stared at the sky, feeling both excited and worried. This was another exploration of the truth of the world.
Would it work?
Would a new star be born?
The stars in the sky were like countless eyes. Following the tracks that they had been obeying for millions of years, the stars were always the same silent.
...
Watching the stars on her own platform at home, Samantha was trying to improve a magic spell for interfering in destiny.
During her short break, she was still looking at the night sky with pure appreciation. 
"A starry sky is the most gorgeous scenic beauty in this world. It is deep and boundless. It is charming, and also formidable…" Samantha murmured to herself as if reciting a poem.
All of a sudden, her beautiful eyes opened extremely wide! So wide that her eyeballs could probably fall out from her eye sockets.
In the starry sky, a new star appeared without any prior signs!
It was so close, so bright, and its track was so special!
"The birth of a star?"
Samantha could not close her mouth.
...
Lance, the Holy City.
The pope was leafing through a book. Suddenly, he felt something and looked out of the window. He saw that, in the sky, there was that dazzling bright star that had never been seen before. The star was so bright that it had lit up half the sky. Even the sunset glow could not hide the light of the star!
The book dropped to the ground from Benedict II's hand. Totally shocked, he murmured subconsciously, 
"A new star…?"
"Who did it?!"
...
In Allyn, when the star lit up in the sky, Artil burst out a low roaring, giving a full vent to his feelings.
"It worked! Mr. Douglas is correct!" Luciana hailed, with tears in her eyes.
Fernando slightly shook his head, "So bright… like he's afraid the others won't see it."
Lucien rubbed his forehead, feeling a bit speechless. So that was the function of the main magic circle? … To burst out bright light like the sun? Was Douglas worried that the Church might miss this historic moment?
But Lucien thought that since this satellite would soon be shot down within several hours because of the main magic circle installed in it, the launching of other satellites with different functions could be put on their agendas.
It actually worked…
It really is a planet…
...
In Rentato, in Antiffler, in Tria, in Aalto, and in countless other cities, no matter it was day or night, those with extraordinary power and the ordinary people were all staring at the sky, totally stunned.
They had never seen the birth of a new star!


"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut."
In this magic world, knowledge is power.

Feng Wu shook her head and was convinced that Jun Linyuan had brought Chaoge and Qiuling here to keep her under control.
Feng Wu's face darkened at that thought.
"Xiao Wu, what's wrong?" Chaoge was perplexed.
Feng Wu took a deep breath. "From now on, the Senal Grassland will be very dangerous and chaotic, but there are also opportunities. You've arrived just in time."
Chaoge looked at Feng Wu; why did it seem that Xiao Wu wasn't so happy? Why was that?
"Xiao Wu?" Chaoge wanted to ask, but Feng Wu only waved at her.
"It's okay. I need to think about this. Please leave me for a moment." Feng Wu rubbed her forehead.
With Chaoge and Qiuling here, she would have to worry about their safety.
Not only that, she would also have to create opportunities for them as well.
Granny Gong looked at Feng Wu in confusion.
She wondered what the crown prince had done wrong this time.
Chaoge and Qiuling exchanged worried looks.
After they left the room, Feng Wu rubbed her forehead, looking exhausted.
Sefiro's whip wasn't covered by just any normal poison. Although Feng Wu could neutralize it, it had still taken some effort.
And she had yet to recover completely from it.
Feng Wu gathered her thoughts.
First, she had to complete the seventh trial and make Jun Linyuan 100% angry.
Then, she had to obtain the seed of spirit source to improve herself.
After that, she needed to look out for any opportunities for Chaoge and Qiuling as well as consider their safety.
And that wasn't all… 
Rubbing her forehead, Feng Wu realized that every single task was more difficult than the last, which gave her a headache.
Hence, she sat up and decided to get some fresh air outside to clear her head.
The Senal Grassland was cold in winter. Despite the chilly wind, grass still grew in abundance and could be taller than a grown man at its highest and thickest.
Feng Wu lay down on higher ground, rested her head on her hands, and looked up at the starry sky.
Up in the sky —
The Milky Way ran across the sky, and the twinkling stars were mesmerizing.
Feng Wu sighed in amazement as she looked at the tall tents in the distance.
"The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the stars can be picked by hand. I don't dare speak in a loud voice, for fear of frightening people in the sky."
The poem came to Feng Wu's mind, but as soon as she said it out loud, she heard someone cry out in surprise.
"Gosh!" It was an unfamiliar voice.
Feng Wu had been feeling very relaxed when she thought that she was all alone.
She picked up a stone at the voice and threw it in that direction.
"Ouch!"
A teenage boy yelled in pain before he showed his face.
"Hey!" He covered his forehead and glared at Feng Wu. "Forget about being afraid to frighten people in the sky, you've already frightened me! Now, apo—"
When he finally saw Feng Wu's face, he was so surprised that he froze on the spot.
Seeing the swollen spot on the teenager's neck, Feng Wu realized that she had hit him and felt sorry.
"Hey, are you alright? Is it serious?" She sounded apologetic.
"You, you're —"
The teenager finally realized who she was and pointed at her with a trembling finger. He was utterly surprised.
Feng Wu looked at him in bewilderment and wondered if she looked so scary. Why was he so shaken?
"I only hit you in the neck, but why is your head muddled?" Feng Wu threw him a dirty look.


She is a genius girl abandoned by her family in the 21st century.

He is an arrogant, black-bellied crown prince of an empire. A lofty existence that can cause the world to enter turmoil in his rage.

She plays dumb and takes advantage of him, tricking him, tormenting him, agitating him, running away after every successful attempt at flirting—an act no man can tolerate!

Helpless, he can only hunt her, drown her in love, seduce her to be his, but by a strange twist of fate, he is the one who falls for her first.

This is a story of a powerful youth and beautiful girl being on opposite side of an equally-matched game of romance.

Boom! Boom! Boom! More than 10 thunder streaks landed on Di Jiu's body. Di Jiu, who was already burnt by the flame, could no longer feel any pain. However, he could hear the sounds of his bones cracking.
Di Jiu suddenly collapsed on the floor. The frightening thunder streak attacks started to ravage him. When his spine was broken, the rest of the bones in his body also started to break.
Di Jiu's heart sank before he frantically started circulating the Galaxy Art to attain the Essence Soul Realm.
He knew very well that he could die there. However, he would still have a chance of surviving if he broke through to the Essence Soul Realm in time. Meanwhile, Di Jiu craved for a body-tempering cultivation technique even more. He would not have been in such a sorry state if he'd had one.
The Essence Soul Realm barrier vibrated continuously under Di Jiu's relentless attacks. Before Di Jiu could manage to break through to the Essence Soul Realm completely, a second wave of thunder streaks was generated in the sky. Soon, it landed.
More than 10 thunder streaks engulfed Di Jiu once again. Di Jiu lifted his head and looked at the thunder streaks in despair. He had never seen a thunder streak before, so he did not know if the Thunder Tribulation of the Essence Soul Transcendence was this scary.
However, he was certain that even if he survived being burned by the Golden Core Quintessential Flame, he would most likely not be able to survive these terrifying thunder streak attacks.
Little Tree trembled as it looked at the thunder streaks. Although it had seen people undergo an Essence Soul Tribulation Transcendence before, it had been a nebulous big tree back then.
Based on its memories, no one's Tribulation Transcendence had been as scary as Di Jiu's. It suddenly recalled that those had been 3-9 or 4-9 Thunder Tribulations, which meant that there had been nine thunder streaks at a time with three to four times average. It had even seen a 1-9 Thunder Tribulation, which meant that things had been alright after nine thunder streaks had landed.
On the other hand, Di Jiu's Thunder Tribulation included 18 thunder streaks at a time. One time was already 2-9, so two times would be 4-9. What was this Thunder Tribulation? Little Tree would definitely not be able to survive if it faced this type of Thunder Tribulation when it advanced to level-four.
Actually, if Big Brother was killed by the Thunder Tribulation, it would not even get a chance to attain level-four.
Di Jiu took out and swallowed two Soul Origin Fruits. Then, he circulated the Galaxy Art and slammed against the Essence Soul Realm barrier even more urgently. There was no question about it. If he failed to break through, he would die.
Although these fruits were no Condensing Soul Elixir, they contained dense amounts of Heaven Earth Law Spirit Qi. Along with the Qi Circulation of the Galaxy Art, this Spirit Qi was the most suitable option for Essence Soul Realm Cultivation. The Spirit Qi slammed against the Essence Soul Realm barrier.
Crack! A minute cracking sound was heard. Di Jiu was so excited that he almost shouted. As the second wave of thunder streaks engulfed him and started to shatter his flesh and bones, he broke the Essence Soul Realm barrier.
The boundless Quintessential Essence Spirit Qi within his starry sky meridian had found a way out!
Di Jiu's cultivation and aura both soared rapidly. The destruction caused by the second wave of Thunder Tribulation weakened as his cultivation increased.
Crack! Crack! Crack! The sounds of bones cracking were heard once again. However, Di Jiu was reassured. The fact that he was alive implied that he had survived the attacks of this Thunder Tribulation Wave. As for the flame within him, he would find a way to get it.
As soon as he attained the Essence Soul Realm, his Quintessential Essence started to increase rapidly. His Spiritual Sea also expanded, and his Spiritual Force increased multifold.
The limitless Spirit Qi within the blue spirit meridian was taken away by Di Jiu before it dissolved. The Spirit Qi surrounding Di Jiu almost took form.
Di Jiu's Spirit-Binding Array had long since disappeared. It was fortunate that this was a relatively remote area. Although the density of the Spirit Qi was shocking, no one would find this place anytime soon.
Even though the second wave of Thunder Tribulation had injured him further, his healing capabilities had increased multifold after he had attained the Essence Soul Realm. Other than the increase in his Quintessential Essence and Spiritual Force, the recovery speed of his broken bones had also increased. Di Jiu was even more pleased when he discovered that the Golden Core Quintessential Flame was being suppressed by the Thunder Tribulation.
When the third wave of Thunder Tribulation landed, he remained calm. He had survived two terrifying waves of Thunder Tribulations when he had been at the Golden Core Realm, so he would definitely be able to survive a third Thunder Tribulation wave now that he had attained the Essence Soul Realm. His severe injuries would not stop him.
Boom! Boom! Amid the sounds of roaring thunder, the third Thunder Tribulation wave maintained more than 10 thunder streaks.
Before the third wave of Thunder Tribulation could land completely, the fourth and fifth waves had also landed.
Di Jiu's expression changed. Although his cultivation had improved significantly, this Thunder Tribulation was too abnormal. How had other cultivators attained the Essence Soul Realm if Thunder Tribulations were always so abnormal?
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Fountains of blood left Di Jiu's body as his newly-healed bones started to break again. Even though he was at the Essence Soul Realm, his body suffered even more injuries as it faced the concentrated attack of the thunder streaks. 
Fortunately, after breaking through to the Essence Soul Realm, he no longer ran the risk of dying.
Di Jiu took out the remaining cyan life-force and swallowed it. The sixth, seventh and eighth Thunder Tribulation streaks landed while his bones were healing.
Di Jiu relaxed even more after experiencing five Thunder Tribulations. Three Thunder Tribulations actually landed one after the other. He had found a way to deal with this, even if he obtained more injuries. 
The more than 10 thunder streaks were unable to cause him more damage after he had attained the Essence Soul Realm. Instead, they could only shatter his newly-healed bones to a greater extent. However, his healing capability was so impressive that he would heal very fast. 
So long as his flesh remained intact, Di Jiu would not die.
Several dozens of thunder streaks engulfed him, splattering blood around once more. Di Jiu's skin was eroded quite a bit by the Thunder Tribulation, while the rest of his bones were mostly broken. Although his state seemed alarming, his Essence Soul Realm was more condensed now, so even though his injuries appeared to be worsening, they actually were not. 
The Spirit Qi of the blue spirit meridian was endlessly being absorbed by Di Jiu as his aura continued to rise.
Boom! A ninth Thunder Tribulation wave landed, hitting Di Jiu with nine thick thunder streaks. Di Jiu's Essence Soul cultivation was very strong now. Therefore, besides breaking two of his shoulder bones and making him spit a fountain of blood, they did not cause much damage to him.
Di Jiu let out a sigh of relief. He had predicted that when this Thunder Tribulation ended, this inhumane torture would finally stop. Despite being covered in injuries and having 70 percent of his bones break, he was still alive.
Di Jiu frantically circulated the Galaxy Art to stabilize his cultivation and heal. Meanwhile, rays of Spirit Rain gathered on top of Di Jiu and landed on him.
The healing capabilities of this Spirit Rain were more effective than any Spirit Elixir. Di Jiu's skin healed rapidly and his bones reconnected. He recovered as fast as he had gained these injuries during the Tribulation Transcendence.
Two hours later, Di Jiu's injuries had fundamentally been healed. Suddenly, Di Jiu was shocked to discover that the Golden Core Quintessential Flame engulfing him had disappeared.
In its place was a cooling sensation that helped his bones and injuries heal through the Galaxy Art.
As a black flame floated in his starry sky meridian, Di Jiu felt happy. Could this be a Dao fire? Had he unintentionally condensed a Dao fire? The color was not right, though. There had been no black flame mentioned in the jade slip. However, there was a tinge of blue in the center of his black flame. 
This was not right. Where was the frosty blue pearl?
Di Jiu discovered that the blue pearl he had sent into the starry sky meridian had disappeared. He quickly guessed what had happened. The blue pearl must have merged with the flame. Otherwise, the black flame in his starry sky meridian would not have had a tinge of blue and frost.
When he stretched out his hand, a flame appeared on his palm once more. This flame, which was red and significantly weaker than the black flame in his starry sky meridian, was his Essence Soul Quintessential Flame.
The black flame within his starry sky meridian was undoubtedly a Dao fire. Di Jiu put away his Essence Soul Quintessential Flame as the black flame appeared on his palm with a mental order.
This flame belonged to Di Jiu. He could clearly sense that the black flame contained a boundless galaxy aura that had to be a result of his Dao Art. Although he had cultivated the Galaxy Art, his insides had transformed into a galaxy. He could not be wrong. This had to be the Dao fire he had condensed.
His Thunder Tribulation seemed to comprise of two Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulations, so it was highly likely that one of them was related to the Dao fire. His Dao fire was newly-condensed, which was why he had suffered through one Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation. Fortunately, he had managed to break through to the Essence Soul Realm in time. Otherwise, he would have died. 
Although this Dao fire was a trap that had almost killed him, he had finally obtained a flame that belonged to him. 
As he looked at the flame in his hand, Di Jiu suddenly remembered that he was supposed to come up with a name for it.
Black flame, black starry sky…
Other flames brightened up the world by creating light, yet his flame was black in color. How could he create light?
The line of a poem suddenly emerged from his memories: The dark night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light
The Dao fire he had condensed was indeed black in color, but this would not prevent him from creating a world of light by using it. Perhaps one day his flame would transform into a vast, boundless starry sky. From now on, this flame would be called Luminous Starry Sky.


In the endless Universe is eight primordial laws. Each of the eight laws have been fused with a supreme expert, but unbeknownst to everyone, there is a ninth law in the universe. It tears open the Primordial Chaos and is beyond reach.

Di Jiu—whose name is a homophone for 'ninth'—is the ungifted son of a powerful Di family clan in the Ji Nation as he lacks martial roots. Unwilling to resign to his fate, he practices medicine, hoping to one day cure himself. 

One day, the king orders a massacre of the Di family, forcing Di Jiu to flee. He ends up traveling to a portal into a post-modern Earth where cultivation has been made possible with the appearance of Planet Fairy.

What awaits Di Jiu in his bid to seek revenge and figure out the truth while he switches between dimensions?

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