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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 mountain winds howled, carrying the scent of aged wine and the weight of history. Shin Rai and Torra Zhen stood atop the highest peak overlooking the vast lands of their respective clans. Between them sat a stone table, its surface weathered by time, holding two cups of strong liquor that had long since turned cold. But neither patriarch cared. They laughed heartily, exchanging old war stories as though the world was not on the brink of chaos.

Shin Rai wiped a stray drop of liquor from his lips, his sharp eyes gleaming. "You know, Torra, we are doing something unheard of."

Torra Zhen leaned back, exhaling deeply. "And yet, it is the only logical course. The Great Collapse waits for no one. Our clans have always stood independent, but even the strongest beasts know when to hunt together."

Their laughter faded, replaced by the weight of the decision ahead.

Shin Rai slammed his cup down, the sound echoing into the valley below. "It is time."

Torra Zhen nodded. "Let us name the ones who will lead our legacies into the unknown."

The Great Hall – A Proclamation of Strength

The vast hall of the Azure Dragon Clan was filled with warriors, their breaths held in anticipation. The declaration of alliance had already sent shockwaves through the clans, but now came the true moment of change—the selection of the prodigies.

Shin Rai stepped forward, his voice booming like a storm breaking the silence.

"We do not send the weak to the Death Nights. Only those who will carve their names into history. Only those worthy of shaping this era!"

A surge of battle intent swept through the gathered elites as he continued.

"From the Azure Dragon Clan, these are the chosen!"

Raikai, the Storm Fang—his twin scythes, linked by chains, made him both a predator and a captor. His battle hunger knew no bounds.

Shin Aoren, the Draconic Spear—lightning flowed through his veins, his spear an extension of his will, sharp and relentless.

Shin Keilan, the Shadow Scale—a master of stealth and ambush, the youngest in the clan's history to unlock the Phantom Step Technique.

The warriors of the Azure Dragon Clan erupted in cheers, but the hall soon fell into silence again as Torra Zhen stepped forward.

"From the Ancient White Tiger Clan, these are the chosen!"

Shinryu, the Celestial Claw—marked by the White Tiger, his Death Arms and gravity mastery made him an immovable force on the battlefield.

Torra Yun, the Diamond Fangs—his Iron Body Cultivation made him nearly indestructible, a walking fortress of muscle and will.

Meilin Zhen, the Ghost Talon—a shadow in battle, her needle-like Death Arms could strike from impossible angles, leaving no escape for her prey.

The air crackled with tension as the warriors of both clans locked eyes, already sizing each other up, their competitive spirits ignited.

She smirked, arms crossed. "And from the Phoenix Cry Empire, I will personally lead our chosen warriors. Together, we will show the world that we are not mere observers in the Great Collapse—we are its rulers."

Raikai huffed, stretching. "We really let you take the lead on this?"

Xue Mor rolled her eyes. "Clearly, someone has to be the brains while you two fight for fun."

Shinryu smirked but said nothing. His silence spoke volumes.

The three of them stood at the head of the chosen warriors, their bond forged through battle and mutual respect.

Shin Rai chuckled, shaking his head. "They're going to shake the heavens, aren't they?"

Torra Zhen took a deep sip of his drink before nodding. "If they don't tear it down first."

Then, standing together, they raised their cups one last time.

"To the next generation. May they conquer the unknown."

The Next Generation Assembles