In the shadowy depths of the night, a man sprints forward, excitement fueling his every movement as he is relentlessly pursued by a throng of determined pursuers.
What madness could have driven these people to turn against him? A skilled martial artist in the front lines of the crowd boldly steps forward, raising his voice above the chaos to identify him as the notorious "Earth-Splitting Demon."
With a fierce resolve, the man halts abruptly, as if an unseen force anchors him to the ground. Drawing on his immense power, he focuses intently, his muscles taut with concentration. In one swift, fluid motion, he unleashes his formidable technique: the Supreme Demonic Art—Demonic Roar.
Time seems to freeze as, with a powerful vocal surge, a thunderous screech echoes across the landscape, reverberating through the air and sending a shockwave that shakes the very foundations of the earth.
The sound is so intense that it drowns out the frantic shouts of the crowd, leaving them momentarily paralyzed in awe and fear.
During the stillness of the night, the only discernible sound was that of individuals expressing their anguish through screams. This was a night characterized by immense pain, suffering, and discomfort.
The atmosphere was laden with a palpable sense of distress, where the cries of those in torment resonated against the backdrop of darkness, accentuating the gravity of their plight. Each scream served as a poignant reminder of the human condition, underscoring the urgency and despair that permeated the night.
The attack had killed almost everyone on the battlefield, and those not related to it at all.
He then spoke with a hint of excitement in his voice, "Why have you not come out yet, my friend? You are the only obstacle—like a thorn—standing in the way of my relentless perseverance."
From the shadows, a light emerged from the depths of the forest. The demon, pleased with his appearance, screamed, "So, you have finally shown yourself, Sole Divine God."
The radiant light illuminated the night, transforming even the darkest night into the brightest day, as if the sun had chosen to embrace the mortal lands with its brilliance.
"Haven't you gone far enough, destroying families and innocent people?"
"Innocent?" he then scoffs, "These people innocent? They only serve the purpose and proof of my never-ending perseverance."
"It seems there is no way to stop this meaningless massacre."
The Earth-splitting demon grinned
"For once, I have to agree with you."
With no time to waste, the two warriors fiercely engaged in a fight.
A light emerged from his hand, forming into a sword filled with Qi.
Divine art: World Spitting Cut. The demon dodged the blade, but the mountains in its trajectory were blown to nothingness.
With Haste, he prepared another attack, "Between Heaven and Earth! Divine art: Heavenly punishment." A large sword had descended from the clouds, splitting the heavens.
The demon replies with its attack."Supreme Demonic Art - one thousand rivers, one thousand swords slice.
A clash that distorted reality itself. The land where broken into two.
Ultimately, after a battle that spanned one year, three months, and fourteen days. The demon was victorious.
The Sole Divine God, brought to his knees, performed a gesture and declared, "Divine Seal: 100 Life Seal." This particular seal entails a profound sacrifice, forfeiting the opportunity for the caster's future reincarnations for a total of one hundred lifetimes.
The demon was a little shocked, but with a face with an expressionless face, cursed his enemy.
The aftermath was that the land of Celestials(Pangea) was broken into 2 main lands due to the fight between them, the western land (Land of the Sun) and the eastern land(Murim).
The Westerners utilized in using mana through their sword and brain, while the Easterners utilized mana referred to as holy and demonic Qi in their dantain.
This profound story is told to Bai Ming by his late deceased father.
Bai Ming was born to be the next sect leader of the Ming Gu clan. Jiang Ming, the clan leader, had died of an unknown ~ illness, and the next seat was left for Bai Ming, who had only one arm.
At the gathering of the elders, Yi Ming was the first to enter, followed by the other elders.
"We cannot let a child who is nearing the age of eighteen and has one arm be the next clan head." All the elders agreed on his term as Yi Ming had reached the peak Qi transended stage."
"I understand it's a difficult situation, but can we justify throwing him out of the clan? I'm concerned it could harm the status of the clan."
"Do not fret, I have a plan, but u must do as I say."
The elder nods in agreement, and a dark grin spreads across Yi Ming's face.
In the age of sunless sky, martial artists were divided into 12 stages: QI gathering, Qi novice, Qi master, Qi transended, holy realm/demonic realm, heaven reaching stage, heaven transended stage, profound heavenly realm, nithility, sovereign stage, boundless stage.
While this was going on, Bai Ming was practicing his martial arts in the training ground
A maid was approaching Bai Ming.
"Young clan leader, the elders would like to request a meeting with you tomorrow."
Bai Ming simply agrees and heads to his house.