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

After a month of rest, Xuan finally felt ready to return to the Space Emperor Palace. His goal was clear: to find something that could heal his soul injury. He thought of the treasures stored in the palace's Treasure Pavilion and hoped he'd find a soul-related item there.

Xuan thought to himself:"I left a lot of treasures here. There must be something to help my soul recover."

Xuan walked through the grand halls of the Space Emperor Palace until he reached the large doors of the Treasure Pavilion.

He took a deep breath and placed his hand on the door. The ancient seal recognized his energy, and slowly, the door opened with a low, heavy sound.

He stepped inside, looking at the shelves filled with spirit weapons, lots of crystals and artifacts.

Xuan muttering to himself:"Let's see what I have left."

He moved deeper into the pavilion, now looking through other items: a ring, a bracelet, a crystal amulet. Each artifact had its own power, but none had the energy he was looking for.

"Nothing here can heal my soul…"

As he continued looking, his disappointment grew. He had thought he'd find something, but all the soul-related treasures he once had were gone.

Xuan: "Did I really use everything already? In battles… in escapes?"

Realizing he was out of options, he finally stopped searching.

Xuan stood in the pavilion, looking at the spirit weapons he had taken out. Though they couldn't heal his soul, he knew they were valuable and could be traded.

For soul related pills and treasures.

"If I can't find what I need here, I'll have to buy it. Maybe in the central region. These weapons should be enough to trade for a soul-healing pill… even if I need to give two or three of them."

"If I'm going to buy a soul pill, I'll need strong bargaining power. Ten spirit weapons should be enough."

Xuan walked up to a section of shelves lined with spirit weapons. Each weapon held a unique energy, pulsing faintly with power.

He carefully reached out, selecting one weapon after another, making sure he chose only the best.

"This one… sharp and steady. It should be worth a high price."

He placed the sword on the table beside him and continued searching. Next, he picked up a crystal staff, admiring its fine craftsmanship

"This staff alone could fetch a high price"

He placed it with the sword and continued, picking up a shield, a dagger, and a bow. Each weapon seemed to carry a unique energy, some meant for offense, others for defense, all carefully forged and well-preserved.

Xuan nodded with satisfaction :"Five weapons… but I'll need a few more, just in case."

He moved to another shelf and selected a spear with a gleaming tip, followed by a pair of twin daggers, each with a faint glow that hinted at their hidden power.

Xuan: "This should make seven, eight… just two more."

After some thought, he chose a long-handled axe and a rare crystal hammer as his final choices. With ten spirit weapons assembled, he surveyed them, feeling satisfied.

Xuan thinking to himself and said:

These should be enough to cover the cost of any soul-healing pill, even if it's expensive. I'm ready now."

After carefully wrapping each weapon, he placed them securely into a spatial ring, keeping them hidden but ready for trade.

Xuan: "Now, to the central region. With these, I'll find what I need."

Selecting the spirit weapons