Chapter-0
The Three Thousands Worlds Of Cultivation
Blood! All one can see is blood! Severed limbs and broken swords. The battlefield is silent but the souls of the fallens are still screaming. One can see the corpses but not its end. This scene can scare a fully grown mortal to death. But fortunately there're no mortals. Not even golden immortals are not qualify to stand here. Just killing intent alone can crush them to death in this barren land. One may wonder who would have such powers to fight this battle. But they will be certainly scared to death when they know all this was done by one man alone. Yes! Just one man alone! He had slaughtered the Gods and Devils of three thousands worlds and nine realms! This war….noone expected he would showed up. Just the name of this man can make Gods and Devils scream in horror. But this man has unexpectedly showed up and mercilessly slaughtered the experts of the realms. Like...killing chickens....
One can hear the sword slashing through air on top of this mountain. This mountain…mortals called it the heavenly piller. Immortals called it the mountain of thousands flowers and one hundred fruits. They say one can find every divine trees and plants in this mountain. But now there's a young man who is practicing his sword skills tirelessly and an old man sitting on top of a rock. The young man seems to be 16 years old but one can sense the sharpness and ruthlessness from him. Cold gusts of wind are constantly appearing from his slashs but the old man didn't seem to be bothered by it. Suddenly everything turn dark just for one microsecond. Nobody seems to notice it. But the old man has changed into a golden ball of light because of the darkness and he has released every single chi he has in him instinctively. The young man turned to the old man with a hint of surprise in his eyes but his face is as cold as a thousand year old jade showing no emotions. 'Master,what happened?' He said curiously. He had never seen his master in this state before. 'I felt it.I obviously felt it.This energy…this familiar energy….he has come back after billions of years..he has come back…' The old man whispered himself not answering the young man's question. Beads of cold sweats are flowing down from his forehead. He looks at the young man. 'He has come back….let's go we need to prepare for what is coming' After saying that old man vanished into thin air. After the old man left, the young man stared at the sky for a while. 'Heavens….your time has come..' He said and then vanished into thin air seemingly following the old man. Only thing that was left on the mountain was the young man's sword firmly standing on the cliff where he was practicing. The sword seems to be waiting for someone. Someone who would wield it. Someone who would wash it with blood. Certainly someone will be coming for it. Who know who would it be?
#Author's note
Hello guys I am a newbie.I want to write a novel so I started writing.The new chapter will come soon.Please bear with me if I make some mistakes.
-The heaven's Lantern holder