A strange silence hung in the night air. The sky was black, but somewhere in the distance, a faint moonlight glimmered, as if nature itself was preparing to bear witness to the coming truth. Lan Zhan and Wei Ying stood in the middle of the desolate forest, where the great clan whose blood ran through Wei Ying's veins had once lived.
But now there…only desolation.
And whispers of pain.
Wei Ying slowly placed his hand on the trunk of the tree.
His eyes closed.
And a cool wave of wind swept past him.
"This place…" Wei Ying took a deep breath, "This is where my people lived. This was my home."
Lan Zhan bowed his head silently.
"I feel… the earth still holds their memories."
Wei Ying's voice grew heavy.
"My parents… my clan… all sleep in this very soil.
And their souls… are still prisoners."
Lan Zhan approached him.
"Today, perhaps those shackles will be broken.
Today, perhaps you will get all that has always been yours."
Wei Ying opened his eyes.
"I am ready."
He was ready—but the world was not ready.
Suddenly, the ground trembled slightly.
The long branches of the trees shook rapidly—
The leaves swirled and scattered in the air—
And then two faces emerged from the shadows.
A stern, brutal, and fierce man—
And behind him, a young, arrogant boy.
Wei Ying's breath caught.
"…Wen Rohan."
Lan Zhan's eyes narrowed.
He immediately stood in front of Wei Ying.
Wen Rohan laughed and said:
"So the orphaned child of the Sun leader has grown up?
Now he dares to stand in front of me?"
His son Wen Chao said contemptuously:
"Ba, remind him what he really is—a child of no standing."
Wei Ying gritted his teeth in anger.
"You made me an orphan.
Burned my house.
Shed the blood of my parents.
And their souls are still imprisoned!"
Wen Rohan laughed.
"If I hadn't imprisoned their souls,
you would never have become strong.
I created you, Wei Ying."
Lan Zhan shouted:
"Stop talking nonsense!
You wiped out an entire tribe!"
Wen Rohan said with a sarcastic smile:
"This is the fate of rivals.
And today... I will finally complete my unfinished business."
Suddenly, the ground beneath Wei Ying's feet began to crack.
A faint blue light began to emerge from the soil—
Then golden—Then black.
Lan Zhan said in surprise:
"Wei Ying… your clan's spiritual cell—is awakening!"
Wei Ying slowly knelt down.
"My mother… my father… are calling me.
I can… hear their voice…"
Light rose from the crack in the ground—
And two human figures emerged.
Wei Ying's parents.
In the form of spirits.**
Wei Ying's scream came out involuntarily.
"Mama… Dad!"
Her mother's spirit stretched out her hand—
The hand stopped near Wei Ying's face.
Spirits cannot touch the body.
"My child…" Her mother's voice was clear, "You have grown so much."
Wei Ying sighed.
"Why did you leave me…?"
His father said in a sorrowful voice:
"We didn't leave you.
Our murderer took us away.
Wen Rohan."
Lan Zhan's face lit up with hatred.
Wen Rohan laughed loudly.
"Yes. And I still have their souls!"
He raised his hand—
and red, black chains wrapped around Wei Ying's parents' souls.
Those souls writhed in pain.
Wei Ying roared.
"Let them go!"
Wen Rohan said:
"If you want them to be free—
Then defeat me first.
You can't win with physical strength, child."
At Wen Rohan's signal,
dozens of spirit soldiers buried in the shadows came out.
Lan Zhan drew his sword.
"You go right! I'll block the left!"
Wei Ying's hands automatically raised.
Three colours of spirits began to gather around him—
blue (pure spirits)
golden (protective spirits)
and black (the ancient power of the tribe, which is only used by the Summoner)
Lan Zhan said in surprise:
"Wei Ying… three types of spirits at once…?
This was considered impossible!"
Wei Ying's voice changed.
Deep.Powerful.Full of spirits.
I am Wei Ying.
The last Jiyang of the lost tribe."**
Wen Rohan shouted:
"Liar! You are nothing!"
Wei Ying slapped his hand on the ground.
The circle of spirits expanded—
tearing down the enemies in a matter of moments.
Lan Zhan looked straight at Wei Ying—
with open pride and surprise.
"Ying… you are changing."
Wei Ying sighed lightly.
"I am fighting for my people."
In the roar of the battle,
The spirits of Wei Ying's parents and his brothers and sisters stood before him.
His mother said:
"My son, don't cry.
We have always been with you."
Wei Ying's sobs stopped.
"Your death… I have never done anything good…"
His father said:
"Our death is not your burden.
You are our hope.
And Lan Zhan… he will protect you."
Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan in surprise.
Lan Zhan lowered his eyes—
Shame and truth coexisted.
His mother said:
"Know your heart, son.
You are not alone."
Wei Ying's eyes filled with tears.
But at that moment—
Wen Rohan roared.
"Enough of this drama!!
You will all be finished today!"
Wen Rohan cast an ancient spell—
Red lightning ran through the ground—
The chains of the spirits became tighter.
Wei Ying screamed.
"MAMA—!!"
Lan Zhan quickly grabbed her.
"Weiying!
Control yourself!
You are the master of the spirits—
Not the chains!"
A door opened inside Wei Ying—
Some power that had been dormant for centuries—
Suddenly flared up.
The sky roared—
The ground shook—
The trees bowed—
And Wei Ying shouted:
"I release my spirits!"
The spirits emerged from his hands in whirlwinds—
Blue light
Golden fire
Black whirlwind
Rapidly hit the chains—
And a few moments later—
The chains broke.
The spirits lit up and dissolved into the air.
The souls of Weiying's parents were the last to leave.
"Son… you set us free…"
"We are proud of you…"
And she turned into light and soared towards the sky.
Weiying raised her hand.
"No…!
Stop…!"
But they were gone.
Lan Zhan held her.
"They are free, Weiying.
And they will live forever in your heart." Weiying was crying like a child and Lan Zhan was holding her.
Crazy with anger and fear, Wen Rohan shouted:
"I won't let you die—I'll kill you myself!"
He attacked,
but this time Wei Ying didn't flinch.
Lan Zhan stopped Wen Chao.
"Wei Ying!
Rohan is your enemy—finish him off!"
Wei Ying raised both hands to the sky.
The spirits began to swirl around him.
The ground trembled.
The wind howled.
Wen Rohan was scared.
"No—
You can't do this—!"
Wei Ying roared:
"This is my family's justice!"
And the spiritual light of the three colours
collected into a single point
and exploded
with a loud explosion.
With a scream, Wen Rohan
dissolved into ashes in the darkness.
Silence fell.
Wei Ying's body began to tremble.
His strength had been used up to its limit.
He staggered—
and fell straight into Lan Zhan's arms.
Lan Zhan was terrified.
"Weiying!
Open your eyes!
Talk to me!"
Wei Ying smiled softly.
"Lan Zhan…
I…freed them…"
Lan Zhan's eyes filled with tears.
"Yes, Ying…
You saved everyone.
You have never been alone… ever."
Wei Ying slowly closed her eyes—
But there was still a smile on her lips.
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