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

Feng found Ming Yue in her chambers, peacefully organizing her herbs. He watched her for a moment, knowing that the request he was about to make was no small one. Clearing his throat, he stepped forward, and she looked up with a gentle smile.

Ming Yue smiling said : "You look thoughtful, Feng. Is there something on your mind?"

Sect Leader Feng nodding said: "Yes, Ming Yue. I just spoke with Yun Qingshan. He has made a personal request."

Ming Yue set her herbs aside, sensing the seriousness in her husband's tone.

Ming Yue: "A personal request? I thought all matters were settled during the meeting."

Sect Leader Feng: "This one is… different. It's about his father. He's very ill, and their family healers haven't been able to identify or treat the illness. Yun Qingshan believes only you might have the knowledge to help him."

Ming Yue: "He wants me to treat his father?"

Sect Leader Feng: "Yes. He's asked if you could travel to the central region to see his father in person. Yun Qingshan believes it may be their only hope."

Ming Yue looked thoughtful, weighing the request carefully.

Ming Yue: "The journey to the central region… it's not a simple one. But if his father is truly suffering, how could I refuse?"

Sect Leader Feng nodding said;"I knew you would understand. Yun Qingshan is willing to arrange everything for your safety and comfort. He knows how valuable you are, both to the sect and to me."

Ming Yue: "This illness must be serious if they're willing to go to such lengths. I'll do what I can to help. After all, that's my duty as a healer."

Feng reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Sect Leader Feng: "I knew I could rely on you, Ming Yue. The alliance between our families will be stronger for it"

Ming Yue smiling softly: "Then it's decided. I'll prepare what I need and leave as soon as possible."

Over the next day, Ming Yue gathered her essential herbs, scrolls, and healing tools. Sect Leader Feng arranged for her journey with Yun Qingshan, ensuring the finest escort from the sect for her safety.

Ming Yue said: "Everything is ready. I only hope I can make a difference. Treating an unknown illness is always challenging."

Sect Leader Feng: "I have complete faith in you. Remember, you're not only helping a family but also securing a valuable alliance."

A Healer’s Duty