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Once every 10,000 years, the heavens open, and the Mortal Realm is cast into turmoil. The Great Reset begins—a cosmic reckoning where empires fall, beasts awaken, and only the strongest carve their names into eternity. For those who survive, the path to the Astral Realm and the right to claim divinity awaits.

Raikai, a warrior forged in storms, wields the power of the Celestial Iron Body Cultivation, his flesh tempered into living steel. His Death Arms—twin scythes bound by chains—dance like a mythological dragon, crackling with lightning, capturing and tearing apart those who stand in his way.

Beside him stands Shinryu, swift and precise, blessed by the Celestial Tiger. His Death Arms, a pair of white leather gloves with retractable claws, strike with divine speed—every slash a whisper of the heavens’ fury.

Together, they ascend the path of blood and power, bound by brotherhood yet tested by fate. Their bond is their greatest strength, but in a world where the Death Arms grow with their wielders—feeding on their victories and failures—power often demands a terrible price.

As the 10,000-year Reset begins, ancient titans stir, forgotten sects rise from the shadows, and primordial beasts long thought extinct awaken. The heavens will bear witness as Raikai and Shinryu defy the gods—or die trying.

In an age where flesh is reforged into iron and weapons evolve alongside the soul—two brothers will challenge destiny itself!

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The battlefield still crackled with lingering energy. The air was thick with dust, the stone floor scarred by claws and lightning.

Shinryu and Raikai stood across from each other, breathing heavily, the tension between them slowly fading.

A deep, hearty laugh echoed through the arena.

Shin Rai leaned forward, his sharp azure eyes gleaming with approval.

"Hahaha! To think all three of you are already at the Flesh and Bone Fortification stage!" His gaze swept across them, lingering on Xue Mor, his expression turning knowing.

The battle against Raikai—the overwhelming pressure, the need to push past her limits—she had broken through mid-fight.

Shin Rai's smirk widened. "Your Death Arms are awakening beautifully—stronger, faster, sharper."

His gaze flicked to Shinryu's retractable clawed gloves, then to Raikai's crackling scythes, and finally to Xue Mor's needle-like daggers.

"The road of cultivation is brutal, but you three…" His voice was filled with rare admiration. "You were born for it."

Raikai wiped the blood from his lips, grinning despite his injuries. "Damn right I was." He glanced at Shinryu, who remained calm and composed despite the wounds on his arms and chest.

Xue Mor, standing at the sidelines, felt a mix of emotions.

She had seen strength before. She had fought elites, battled against powerful foes—but this…

This was a different level.

Flesh and Bone Fortification.

A realm where a cultivator's body transcended normal limits—their flesh hardened like tempered steel, their bones becoming nearly indestructible. A stage where warriors began shaping their bodies into true weapons.

Her own breakthrough had come from necessity, a desperate need to match those beside her. But even so…

She looked at Shinryu and Raikai.

They were still ahead of her.

The Phoenix Cry Empire had strong warriors. But did they have young prodigies like this?

Her hands curled into fists.

Shin Rai, watching them all with interest, stroked his chin. "With time, all three of you will reach even greater heights. But… tell me." His eyes narrowed. "Why are you really here?"

Shinryu exhaled, stepping forward.

He gestured toward Xue Mor. "She already secured the Ancient White Tiger Clan's support. I came with her as proof."

Shin Rai's brow rose slightly. "Torra Zhen, the old tiger, agreed?"

Then, Shin Rai grinned. "Hah! If that old beast gave his approval, then I'll listen." His gaze darkened, voice turning serious.

"But understand this—the Azure Dragon Clan kneels to no one."

Xue Mor met his gaze, her tone firm. "I'm not asking you to kneel. I'm asking you to fight."

Shin Rai studied her for a long moment.

He laughed once more.

"Good answer." He turned, folding his arms. "The Azure Dragon Clan will stand with the Phoenix Cry Empire."

But as they walked away, Xue Mor couldn't shake the doubt growing in her heart.

The Phoenix Cry Empire was powerful. But against monsters like these…

The White Tiger vs. The Azure Dragon