chapter 1: What's this and where am I

Eyes, heavy lidden, tried opening forcefully, but only brought grave pain for the owner.

" Ha" He tried sitting up from whatever he is laying upon, unfortunately, a great mistake of his. His body burned, yes, it burned with agony from the yellow river.

His body felt do back to the ground on its own.

" Fuck" He cursed inwardly as his body never obeyed him at all. He tried countless times to get on his feet, well, the body didn't seem to obey.

After trying countless times with no avail,he gave up immediately.

With his face to the sky, he could see clearly the sky was in its mourning mood; eerie black without a single star to beautify it.

" Eh.." he realized after a chilly breeze blew past him, he was in the middle of nowhere, right. he tried to get up using his elbow as a support. This time, he won, at least for now.

His squinted eyes scanned his surroundings. He could point out some things in the chilly darkness.

There was ashes everywhere, smoke from extinguished fire going up the sky,fire that are about to be extinguished, burning lazily,and last to be known, his surroundings stinks.

why?

corpses, either fresh or rotten, totally burnt or halfway burnt , scattered everywhere like sand.

Realization done to him, the "ground" which he sat on was an halfway rotten corpse. Ash- like skin, rotten flesh dropped to the ground, clothes ragged, half of its face rotten, its blackened brain standing out, widened sockets empty, black blood pumping out like ocean from its qi.

It was an horrid sight to behold.

He felt a lump hunged in his throat, making it difficult to swallow his saliva.

"Shit" He forced his limbs to crawl of the horrid looking corpse.

" phew!" He wiped away the sweat from his forehead thinking all was well, but something felt weird...he looked down....

What did he see?

Another corpse, he was sitting on a corpse far more horrid looking.

" that's some fear you got"

His heart stopped beating for a minute, when he heard a voice.... His first reaction was to look down at the corpse below him to

check maybe it was it that just talked.

"Buddha" He felt relieved it wasn't the corpse that spoke, maybe it was fear that made him hear things.

" why looking down.. when I'm right beside you" The voice spoke again with an hint of mockery.

He whipped his head towards the voice, there and behold, a man stepped out of the darkness.... but his feet doesn't touch the ground or rather, carpet of corpses.

the floating man wore partial iron plate armour, on his chest was two blue fierce dancing dragons. With his left hand, held a sword which was out of its sheath. Its was made with refined iron, defusing a pure icy aura. On its blade's surface was carving of different ancients and a little tint of dried blood at its tip.

Its handle made of five rings with ancients for each digits. His aura emitted elegance and purity.

" Welcome"