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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!

imperial celestial

The Phoenix Cry Palace shimmered under the warm glow of lanterns, their golden light casting flickering shadows over the vast banquet hall. Tables overflowed with exotic delicacies, fragrant wines, and spirit-infused meats meant to replenish the warriors after their grueling battle.

At the head of the hall, Huo Feng, the Phoenix Cry Emperor, raised his cup, his booming voice filling the chamber.

"Tonight, we celebrate not just victory but a new era! My daughter, Xue Mor, has accomplished the impossible—uniting three mighty bloodlines!" His sharp gaze swept across the room, stopping on the three young warriors. "And in doing so, she has proven that our younger generation has truly risen!"

A thunderous cheer erupted as nobles and warriors alike lifted their goblets in respect.

As the feast continued, Huo Jian, Yan Xifeng, and the other Phoenix Cry prodigies cautiously approached the trio. Despite their earlier defeat, there was no resentment in their eyes—only admiration.

Huo Jian, his molten gauntlets resting at his side, gave a respectful nod.

"I won't deny it… You three were stronger. But that just means we need to grow stronger, too."

Raikai smirked, crossing his arms.

"Good. There's no point in fighting weaklings."

A brief silence fell between them before Yan Xifeng spoke up, glancing at Shinryu.

"That ability of yours—your Gravity Field—it's terrifying."

Shinryu took a sip of his wine, eyes calm.

"It should be. It forces absolute control over the battlefield."

Zhao Hui leaned forward, intrigued.

"So… does that mean no one can compete with you?"

A small chuckle escaped Shinryu's lips as he shook his head.

"Not entirely. The closest person who can withstand my Gravity Field…"

His golden eyes shifted toward Raikai.

The Weight of Gravity vs. The Strength of the Dragon

The Phoenix prodigies turned toward Raikai, surprised.

"Exactly. Gravity affects everything, but the Azure Dragon Clan thrives under pressure. Raikai's body is naturally built to resist force. He can move even when others collapse."

Raikai scoffed, downing his drink.

"If your Gravity Field is absolute control, then my strength is absolute defiance."

The Phoenix Cry warriors exchanged glances, suddenly understanding why the battle had felt so one-sided.

"Then… in a one-on-one battle, who wins?"

The room went quiet for a second before Xue Mor burst into laughter.

"Oh? But I remember winning against you in a duel, Shinryu."

The prodigies turned toward her, eyes widening.

Shinryu sighed, placing a hand on his temple.

Xue Mor grinned mischievously, twirling a cup of wine in her hands.

"Of course, what he won't tell you is that he held back his Gravity Field during our fight."

The Phoenix prodigies laughed, while Shinryu gave Xue Mor a side glance.

"If I hadn't, you wouldn't be laughing now."

"Maybe." She smirked, taking a sip. "But a victory is a victory."

"Next time, don't hold back. I want to see the full power of that ability."

As the night carried on, the rivalry between the three became clear, but so did their bond.

Though they had come from different clans, their paths had now intertwined—destined for something far greater.

The Emperor’s Feast