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Beyond the Darkness
In a world where the strong reign and the weak are forgotten, Xiao Lan was once a prodigy destined for greatness. Feared, respected, and envied, he stood at the peak of his generation—until treachery shattered his destiny. Betrayed by his sworn brother, abandoned by his sect, and crippled at the height of his cultivation, he was cast into the Abyss of Eternal Night—a place where no soul has ever returned.

Yet… death was not his fate.

In the deepest darkness, he awakened. A forbidden power, older than time itself, surged through his veins. A power that defied the heavens, that mocked the gods, and that would reshape the fate of countless worlds.

Now, Xiao Lan returns—not as the fallen genius, but as the Forsaken One.

Armed with a demonic sword that devours souls, wielding techniques lost to history, and accompanied by powerful yet mysterious women drawn to his rising legend, he will carve his path through blood and fire.

Ancient sects, immortal emperors, and godlike beings will bow before him. The ones who betrayed him will tremble at his name. The heavens themselves will break beneath his wrath.

For in a world where might is law, he will stand above all.

The legend of the Forsaken One begins now.


  # adventure      # action     # drama     # mystery     # mature    # martial arts

Byound the Darkness

The wind howled across the desolate battlefield.

Xiao Lan stood amidst the ruins, his black robes tattered but his aura unshaken. The world had changed, but it mattered little—his wrath remained the same.

His gaze sharpened as he sensed movement in the distance. Not beasts. Not spirits. Humans.

From the horizon, a group of riders approached. Their mounts, demonic beasts with fiery eyes, clawed through the dirt as their armored riders laughed among themselves.

Xiao Lan remained still, watching as the group of ten surrounded him. Their leader, a scar-faced man wielding a jagged saber, sneered.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" The bandit's eyes gleamed with greed. "A lost little cultivator wandering alone? Hah! Your luck is bad, friend. Drop your belongings and I may let you live."

Another bandit, a burly man with twin axes, scoffed. "Wait, boss, look at his sword… That's no ordinary weapon." His eyes flickered with greed. "It might be worth a fortune!"

The leader grinned. "Oh? Then we'll just take it along with his corpse!"

Xiao Lan sighed. These fools had no idea what they were about to face.

As the first bandit swung his blade, Xiao Lan vanished.

For a fraction of a second, time itself seemed to halt.

Blood sprayed across the broken ground. The bandit who had attacked first froze mid-step. His eyes widened in horror as he looked down—his body had been severed in half before he even realized it.

Then, the two halves of his body fell apart.

The other bandits stared in shock. They hadn't even seen him move.

Xiao Lan flicked his sword, crimson droplets scattering onto the ground. His expression remained indifferent.

The scar-faced leader gritted his teeth. "Kill him!"

The remaining nine surged forward.

They didn't even last three breaths.

A burst of energy swept through the air. The moment it touched them—their bodies exploded into mist.

Limbs flew. Heads rolled. The earth was painted red.

Xiao Lan stood among the remains, his sword still humming with hunger. He hadn't even used a tenth of his strength.

He turned to leave. But just as he took a step forward—

From behind the ruins, a powerful aura surged forth. A figure emerged—a man clad in dark robes, his golden eyes flashing with power. A long spear rested in his grip, its tip radiacting a fearsome energy.

This man was different. Stronger. Dangerous.

He smirked. "You've got some skill. Kid. But wonder... is that all? "

Chapter 4: The First Blood