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Falling Stardust

To protect my family, I became a Devil. To protect my people, I became a God. In Semeria, the war for cultivation resources is as old as time and as constant as the rising and of the sun. Even in the Abandoned Region, where the energy was so poor and polluted that one wouldn’t send their worst enemy there, had endless conflicts for resources. Humans had been living in this nightmare made a reality, fighting over what anyone else on the continent would consider crumbs for millions of years. Enter Xasha, husband, father, patriarch, Genius, artificer, creationist, and leader of the Falling Stardust Trading Company, who learns the truth of the world from three remnant souls he met on a journey. Having learned they had been living like frogs in a well. Humanity reluctantly united under Xasha’s rule and sets off. Determined to rise from their standing and one day ruling the entire continent. Xasha soon realizes their strength, even combined, was the weakest on the continent. To become stronger, they needed better resources. But all the lands had landlords and all the resources had owners. He could not turn back, they could not give up. He had a person to elevate, a family to care for, and a daughter who had a powerful and mysterious entity eyeing her from afar, to protect. In order to achieve any of his goals, any of humanity's goals. Those landlords had to die, their people had to be pillaged, and their lands had to be plundered. He inadvertently fell into the cycle. According to the Laws of cultivation. Law of Cultivation: To cultivate: acquire and retain resources. To acquire resources: plunder and pillage. To retain resources: Leave none Alive.

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Sword Puppet

Xasha's plan of killing two birds with one stone worked splendidly. His Sword Intent training had his body bombarded with an increasing flow of Sword Energy. This pressure also served to increase the strength of his body. The march between pillars went without saying, and the march to the peak that was filled with external pressures was the perfect environment for anyone to temper their body. He dropped all his defenses and allowed all the pressure to bombard him as he took one determined step at a time. 

There was no saying how long he had worked under untold pressure, but Xasha found himself in an empty field covered in blood and sweat. Despite his ragged condition, his body felt light, lighter than he'd ever felt before. An ecstatic grin spread across Xasha's face upon realizing he'd maybe tripled his original strength on this journey.