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 4: The Gathering of Legends
Amidst the serene landscape of the Cing clan's training grounds, a young prodigy named Denny C stood, his presence commanding attention even at the tender age of six. The morning sun cast a warm glow upon him, illuminating his agile movements as he practiced his martial arts with dedication and focus.
Unbeknownst to Denny, the winds of destiny were about to shift as figures approached from the distance, their demeanor commanding respect. These were not ordinary visitors, but elders from three legendary sects known far and wide in the city of HQi, the heart of the Zie Chi nation.
First among them was Elder Lin of the Demon Fist Sect, his eyes sharp and calculating. Beside him stood Elder Mei of the Blue Whale Sect, her wisdom evident in her calm gaze. Lastly, Elder Zhang of the Bull Fight Sect brought an air of strength and unyielding determination.
As the elders drew near, Denny paused in his practice, sensing an unfamiliar energy in the air. He turned to face them, bowing respectfully. "Greetings, esteemed elders. How may I assist you?"
Elder Lin spoke with an air of authority. "Denny C, it is an honor to stand before a talent of your caliber. We have traveled from HQi, the heart of the Zie Chi nation, to witness your potential firsthand."
Denny's curiosity piqued, he listened intently as Elder Mei continued. "We represent the Demon Fist Sect, the Blue Whale Sect, and the Bull Fight Sect, three legendary sects that hold considerable influence within HQi."
Elder Zhang's voice resonated with power as he addressed Denny. "We've heard of your remarkable achievements, how you've reached the War Realm at such a young age. Your potential is unparalleled."
Denny remained humble, his eyes downcast. "I am merely a disciple of the Cing clan, honored to learn and grow under their guidance."
Elder Lin smiled faintly. "And yet, your talents exceed the boundaries of your current clan. We have come with an offer, Denny C. Each of our sects seeks disciples of extraordinary potential, individuals who can carry on our legacies."
Elder Mei's gaze held a knowing twinkle. "We offer you the chance to join one of our sects, to learn from the best and reach even greater heights."
Denny's heart raced as the gravity of their words sank in. He had always dreamed of honing his skills and discovering his true potential. Yet, his loyalty to the Cing clan remained unwavering. "I am honored by your offer, esteemed elders. However, the Cing clan has raised me since childhood, and my loyalty lies with them."
Elder Zhang nodded understandingly. "Loyalty is an admirable trait, Denny C. But remember, the path of a martial artist is one of growth and exploration. Sometimes, to reach your fullest potential, you must venture beyond familiar shores."
Elder Lin's eyes gleamed. "Consider our offer, Denny. The Demon Fist Sect, the Blue Whale Sect, and the Bull Fight Sect are not just organizations; they are families that will support you in your journey."
Denny's heart swayed with uncertainty, torn between the loyalty to his clan and the allure of greater opportunities. As the elders left, his mind buzzed with their words, pondering the choices that lay ahead.