The Drifting Tower

In a mysterious space filled with dark purple mist, a black tower drifted, standing as tall as a modern eleven-story building. It was engulfed in the swirling mist, with thunder and lightning crackling around it like serpents. At its base lay a breathtaking hall, and in the center of that hall stood a mirage-like figure one who seemed deadlier than death itself. Confusion flickered in his ghostly gaze as he scrutinized his surroundings.

As he inspected the hall, he noticed ten doors arranged in an arc from his left to his right.

White, yellow, blue, purple, black, cyan, red, gold, transparent, and multi-colored these were the ten doors, each radiating pressure from weak to overwhelming. The white door on the far left exuded the faintest aura, while the final multi-colored door on the right emanated a presence so overpowering that he dared not even glance at it for too long, lest he be drawn into it forever. The red door, too, was something he knew not to gaze upon.

Tearing his eyes away from the doors, he turned to face what lay ahead. The sight before him was like a dream, yet it shook his very soul if he even had one.

A massive abyssal black-gold throne loomed before him, radiating an oppressive and dangerous presence. Seated upon it was a towering figure, majestic yet lifeless. He was adorned in a red-black suit of armor intricately interlocked with silver patterns. Long, gray hair cascaded over his shoulders, accentuating his abyssal, lifeless eyes, eyes so deep they seemed to command reverence.

"Though this man is dead, he still gives off an aura so terrifying that a single breath from him could erase me from existence," the mirage figure thought.

His gaze traveled to the top of the throne, where a massive skull emblem was carved into the wall. The intricate design featured a dark star at the center of the skull's sockets, and a standard sword piercing through the top of the skull down to its chin. The sight alone sent shivers through his formless body. The sword's handle bore the sculpted heads of the four ancient divine beasts, Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise. each facing a different direction, their bodies entwined along the hilt.

But the most eye-catching object in the hall was not the throne or the sword, it was the ring on the middle finger of the seated figure. The flashing silver ring shimmered, emitting a glow brighter than the moon. It bore the same emblem as the one on the wall, but instead of a single star between the skull's sockets, this ring displayed ten stars, five on each side. It was from this ring that the hall's ethereal glow seemed to originate.

"That symbol… it looks like an identity token from a sect. But that's none of my concern right now. I'm not hallucinating all of this from stress… am I?"

Shaking off his unease, he met the abyssal, ghostly eyes of the figure on the throne. Those eyes held a silence that had endured for who knows how long.

With a chuckle, he stepped forward. The moment he took his first step, nothing seemed to change. But as he neared within twenty meters of the throne, a flash of silver light shot through his brow.

"I'm fucked," he muttered under his breath.

A deafening, ancient voice thundered in his mind:

"Misfortune births fortune. The time has come for the great Eternal Blue Star to undergo change at the hands of a new generation. Good luck on your journey to supremacy, little one."

His vision blurred as darkness enveloped him. But before he completely succumbed to it, he noticed something, the glow of the hall dimmed, and the silver ring on the seated figure's hand had vanished.

An amused smile formed on his face. But then, realization struck him.

Looking down, horror spread across his expression, almost half of his lower body was missing. Yet, recalling the figure's words, his fear dissipated. Instead, he smiled merrily and took one last glance at the tightly shut doors before fading from the mysterious hall.

Silence settled over the hall once more.

Then, the multi-colored door glowed.

From the space beyond, a figure emerged, a strikingly handsome man. His sky-blue hair cascaded like a waterfall, complementing his sleek black bodysuit, which was engraved with intricate patterns pulsating with soft blue energy. His pale white face carried an air of elegance, and his sky-blue eyes concealed an unyielding power, like the boundless waves of the ocean. Fury-red pupils, as sharp as a blade, gleamed beneath thick, dagger-like eyebrows.

Though his expression was calm, his presence exuded an eerie tranquility.

He took a step forward, and in an instant, he was right before the throne.

What happened next would shock even the oldest of ancient beings.

The mighty figure dropped to his knees with a force so great that the ground beneath him cracked like a spiderweb. He knelt before the lifeless being on the throne, and a single drop of golden liquid fell from his eyes.

Then, in a voice as deep and unwavering as the ocean, he spoke:

"Rest assured, Master. The Eternal Blue Star shall tremble once more. I will ensure it comes to pass. That little one you have chosen, I will train him so ruthlessly that the Blue Star itself will bow before true power."

A wicked grin crossed his face.

"Rest well, Master."

At that moment, the lifeless figure on the throne began to glow faintly before dissolving into countless shimmering particles, vanishing into the air, leaving the throne empty.

The kneeling figure rose to his feet, his gaze sharp and unwavering.

"Woe to your enemies, for they shall shudder at the mere mention of your name, Drace Abigor. Let the silent blue sky break."

With a single step, he appeared before the white door.

With another, he vanished into it, leaving behind the hall that had witnessed the dawn of a new era.

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A/N

I will start rephrasing the chapter.

A chapter per day