HUNTERS_TURN

Xuan, the once-revered Space Emperor, was a figure of myth and legend. His mastery over the spatial arts made him unmatched in his prime. He could fold space with a flick of his hand, walk between worlds as easily as stepping through a door, and his power over the stars themselves earned him his title. Yet, despite all his might, Xuan had fallen—betrayed by those he once trusted,his empire shattered, and his cultivation crippled.

But the Martial Dao was not a straight line, nor did it end with defeat.

Xuan had always believed that the true essence of the Martial Dao was not in reaching the peak, but in the struggle to rise, again and again, no matter how many times fate knocked him down. His fall had only awakened a deeper understanding within him—an understanding that would propel him beyond his previous limits.

Wandering in the desolate void, Xuan discovered ancient techniques and remnants of civilizations long lost to the flow of time. Each one held fragments of power that, when pieced together, opened new doors to cultivation realms previously thought unreachable. His body, broken and weak, was forged anew in the flames of adversity. The very spatial laws he once mastered had now evolved within him.

Xuan’s enemies believed him to be finished, but they did not understand the determination of a man who had seen beyond the confines of life and death.

Would he rise above the heavens, or would the forces arrayed against him crush him once more? One thing was certain: Xuan’s journey was far from over.!

Space Time Emperor

Xuan's new lifestyle, free from the pressures of cultivation, brought joy to his mother, Lady Xue Lan. She had always worried about how seriously Xuan had taken his training as a child.

His quiet determination had impressed others, but to her, it had always felt like a heavy burden on his young shoulders. So, when Xuan began shirking his duties, spending more time relaxing under the willow tree, she was secretly pleased.

One afternoon, Xuan lounged under the willow tree as usual, his robe open lazily at the chest as he stared at the sky. His mother approached him, her steps light and graceful as always.

Xue Lan:" Xuan, my dear, I see you've found time to rest again today." Her tone was soft, filled with affection.

Xuan smiled lazily, cracking one eye open to look at her.

"I've found it's the best use of my time, Mother. Besides, the world keeps spinning, whether I train or not."

She chuckled, sitting down beside him.

"It's good to see you taking things lightly for once. You used to take everything so seriously."

Xuan's smile faltered slightly, though he quickly masked it.

"Things change. Priorities change."

Xue Lan nodded, her gaze drifting to the clouds above.

"Your father may not understand it, but I'm glad you're finding peace. Just promise me one thing, Xuan."

"Don't lose sight of what matters. Strength is important, but it's not everything." She looked at him meaningfully, her eyes filled with the kind of wisdom that only a mother could possess.

"I know, Mother. That's why I'm taking things easy now. There's no rush to reach the top, not when there's so much more to life than just cultivation."

As the two sat in companionable silence, elsewhere in the sect, First Elder Xuan Tianyi stood in his private chambers, his face clouded with frustration. Reports of his son's behavior had reached him once again, and each new piece of information only deepened his disappointment.

His son, once so driven and full of potential, had become a layabout, completely disinterested in cultivation and sect affairs. The elders whispered about Xuan's "fall," and even the sect leader, Feng Tianlong, had expressed concern. Yet, Xuan Tianyi felt powerless to change his son's course.

Later that evening, Xuan Tianyi confronted his wife in their chambers.

Xuan Tianyi:"Have you seen him today? Our son spends his time lazing around again.

He's barely keeping up with his training, and the elders are starting to talk. The sect leader himself brought up Xuan's lack of discipline today."

Xue Lan remained calm, her serene expression unchanging.

"He's young, Tianyi. Let him find his own way."

Tianyi frowned deeply, pacing the room.

"Find his way? He's lost his way, Xue Lan! He had so much potential, and now he's wasting it all. He should be preparing to ascend, not lounging under trees and avoiding his responsibilities!"

Xue Lan sighed softly, standing from her seat.

"He has time. Let him live his life. You're pushing him too hard."

Xuan Tianyi, voice tight with frustration, replied,

"If he doesn't realize his potential soon, he'll fall behind.

This sect isn't just about talent. It's about dedication. And if Xuan doesn't shape up, he'll be left behind."

But Xue Lan's smile remained gentle.

"Perhaps. But perhaps he has already found something that we cannot yet see."

A Mother's Happiness, A Father's Disappointment