Elizabeth Wilson
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“You may enter,” Yao Shen’s voice thundered past the stone door, its noise isolation properties unable to contain his qi-empowered tone. Wenjun Long, who had been standing a respectful distance away from the entrance, slowly turned his gaze towards Kang Long. Then, he shook his head in dismay. It had only been ten minutes— a mere ten minutes since Yao Shen had asked them to vacate the chamber, warned them even, to not encroach upon his claimed territory until the attempt was concluded.…-
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“The creation of an interface that can allow for unrestricted transfer of information. Constructs of metal forged with uncanny precision, allowing mortals to travel at the speed of cultivators. Pillars of rock and glass that pierce the clouds without the support of runic formations, yet manage to remain structurally sound. And you have the audacity to tell me that those without the ability to cultivate, possessing bodies so frail that an errant rock tumbling down a hill would be enough to fell them—…
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“It is as you have said,” Yao Shen continued. “Too much time has passed. Dwarf Lord Vondar did not experience the hundreds of years of isolation you have and neither did he carry such hatred in his heart against the human cultivators that were responsible for the destruction of his true soul. It would be fair to say that you have become an entity distinct from Vondar, one capable of exhibiting strength at the Nascent Soul level.” “Then you understand how futile your words and efforts are?”…
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“Is my Human Dao the unifying factor that enables me to enter this realm?” Yao Shen pondered aloud, his gaze sweeping across the mental landscape that he had found himself in. “A realm formed upon the clash of two sapient consciousnesses,” he added thoughtfully as he took a testing step forward. In response, the very realm quaked in fury. The uneven, viscous surface he had been standing on betrayed his footing, reshaping itself into long blood spikes in the blink of an eye before they shot…
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“What happened to the last cultivator that tried to seize this artifact by force?” Yao Shen’s words echoed in the sealed chamber, his tone unprecedentedly grave. His gaze remained trained upon the contents of the unsealed cauldron, a bead of sweat inadvertently running down his chin. “The records are spotty on the matter,” Wenjun Long answered, the surprise in his words evident. “But there was at least one Elder in the distant past that tried to seek dominion over this artifact.” “The…
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“Back then,” Wenjun Long continued onward, seemingly ignoring Yao Shen’s question. “There wasn’t just one artifact sequestered within the lowest level of the Serenity Mountainhold, no. And indeed, it was the second artifact that the former Elder was after.” “A dwarven treasure?” Yao Shen immediately caught on, as his expression deepened into a frown. “Thankfully, the Elder in question wasn’t privy to that secret. But from that alone, you can imagine its value.” “What was…
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“Heaven’s Veilstone,” Yao Shen’s solemn tone echoed with gravitas as his gaze scrutinized the translucent stone tiling every inch of the small, secluded chamber. The light streaming in from the opened doorway allowed the inert stone to once again feel the touch of luminescence, as it erupted with iridescent hues that were strewn across its surface like a sea of stars. The dots of radiance were too numerous for the mortal eye to keep track of every variation in hue, yet the cumulative, mesmerizing…
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Yao Shen’s expression was masked by a veneer of cold composure as he gazed at Wenjun Long. Inwardly though, he was shaken. He was no stranger to the subtle verbal dances and cloaked exchanges of swords and daggers that politics at the highest levels demanded of those seeking a seat at the table. Which was why Yao Shen immediately understood that Wenjun Long’s initial outburst followed by his show of vehement defiance was merely posturing. Posturing that served as misdirection for the true poisoned…
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“Because my ambition transcends you, your sect and this land, Wenjun Long.” Yao Shen’s words echoed in Wenjun Long’s mind with the intensity of a thunderclap. He was Former Patriarch Wenjun Long of the Divine Mountain Sect and he carried in his hands the power to level the entire Serenity Mountain in his two hands. He was not one accustomed to the concept of ‘belittlement’. Never had Wenjun Long encountered a cultivator who dared make light of his ambition upon the land entrusted to him by his…
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The sound of Yao Shen’s footsteps tore through the solitude blanketing the deepest level of the Serenity Mountainhold. Earth Patriarch Kang Long led the way, his expression heavy as he contemplated upon the sequence of events that had caused him to arrive at this moment; for with every step he took, the Divine Mountain Sect’s already uncertain future was replaced with a far more dangerous one. The thoughts of resistance flashed through his mind as the brunt of generations of Divine Mountain Sect…
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