bullyxtreme V.4.288. Ye Weiran Appears.
V.4.288. Ye Weiran Appears.
A black mist spreads through the city, silent and unnatural, seeping through streets and walls as though it has always belonged there, swallowing sound and light alike until even the wind dares not move.It coils around buildings, drifts through empty alleys, and presses against doors and windows, not entering with force, but with an eerie patience, as if the entire city has already surrendered to it.
Then,
A breath emerges from within.
Terrifying.
It does not roar, nor does it explode outward, yet its presence alone makes the air collapse inward, as though the world itself recoils from what lies at the centre.
The mist begins to move.
Not outward,
But inward.
It rolls back, layer by layer, withdrawing toward a single point, flowing like a tide reversing its course, until it gathers within the throne room of the Zhao Royal Palace.
From its highest step, where the throne stands, the entire city becomes visible.
Empty.
Still.
Not a single trace of life remains.
No movement.
No sound.
No presence.
Only silence.
Then,
A black wave spreads.
It begins at the palace.
And moves outward.
Everything it touches,
Breaks.
Buildings crack.
Walls collapse.
Streets split apart.
The ground sinks.
The city begins to fall into nothingness.
Slowly.
Inevitably.
District by district, structure by structure, the city disappears, as if erased from existence itself.
There is no explosion.
No debris.
Only absence.
Until at last,
Only the royal palace remains.
Standing alone.
Silent.
Then it too,
Breaks.
Sinks.
And vanishes.
At that moment, streaks of light cut across the sky, tearing through the clouds as figures descend rapidly from the Eastern Ocean.
They arrive with urgency.
With dread.
Soul Awakening cultivators.
All from the Song Royal Family and the Wei Royal Family.
They were invited.
Called to the Zhao Royal Palace for a gathering.
And then,
Their soul lamps went out.
All at once.
They arrive too late.
They hover in the sky.
Watching.
Frozen.
Horror fills their eyes as the last trace of the palace disappears.
And what remains,
Is not emptiness.
But something else.
A figure.
Floating in the air.
Its body is grey.
Its skin is covered in strange markings that shift faintly, like living symbols etched into its flesh.
From its back extend black wings.
Wide.
Sharp.
Resembling the wings of an angel, yet carrying none of their purity.
Its hair is white.
Long.
Flowing without wind.
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It curls in the air.
Still.
Silent.
Then,
It moves.
Slowly, the creature uncurls.
Its body stretches.
Its wings spread slightly.
And then,
Its eyes open.
Golden.
Brilliant.
Terrifying.
A breath spreads from it.
Not wind.
Not energy.
But pure presence.
The aura of the Soul Enlightenment Stage descends upon the world, vast and suffocating, pressing down on everything beneath it.
The cultivators freeze.
Their bodies stiffen.
Their thoughts halt.
And in the next instant,
The world changes.
They are no longer in the sky.
They stand within a field.
A domain.
Absolute.
The field is black.
Endless.
The ground beneath them feels solid, yet unreal, as though formed from condensed darkness.
Around them,
Small black holes drift.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
Each one silently rotating, distorting the space around it, pulling in faint traces of light that vanish without a trace.
No sound escapes.
No energy flows freely.
Everything is suppressed.
Everything is consumed.
They stand within it,
Trapped.
Helpless.
Inside a field that devours existence itself, silence reigns, until it shatters.
A tearing force descends from above.
The black domain trembles.
Cracks spread across its surface like fractures in reality itself.
Then,
A golden claw rips through the darkness.
Light floods in.
With a thunderous roar, Shi Yang bursts through in his Holy Dragon form, his radiant body tearing Nox’s field apart from the outside with overwhelming force.
The black domain collapses.
Nox withdraws his field instantly, darkness folding back into him like a retreating tide.
The sky returns.
The ruined void reveals what remains.
Five Soul Awakening cultivators hover in the air,
Broken.
Three are gravely injured, their auras unstable and flickering.
Two hang on the edge of death, their bodies barely sustained by the last threads of their cultivation.
Shi Yang moves without hesitation.
Golden light flows from his dragon form as his magic power wraps around them, lifting them gently yet firmly.
He pulls them behind him.
Places himself between them and Nox.
A wall.
Unbreakable.
Across from him, Nox rises.
His grey body straightens, black wings stretching wide as his golden eyes lock onto Shi Yang.
A slow smile forms.
“Good,” Nox says, his voice calm yet filled with something dark and eager.
“You have come.”
“I didn’t have to go find you.”
Shi Yang’s massive dragon form hovers in the sky, radiant and imposing, his presence clashing against the lingering darkness.
“You wanted to find me,” Shi Yang replies, his voice steady and cold.
“For revenge.”
“For your last defeat.”
A flicker of rage ignites in Nox’s eyes.
“It was a tie,” he snaps.
“We both fell unconscious.”
Shi Yang’s gaze sharpens.
“We both know who lost consciousness first,” he says, his tone cutting.
“Right… disgrace?”
The word lands.
Nox’s expression twists.
His aura explodes outward.
“I’m going to kill you!” he roars.
He vanishes.
Reappears before Shi Yang.
His hand tears through the air, carrying a crushing force of darkness.
Shi Yang meets him head-on.
Golden light erupts.
Claw meets fist.
The sky splits.
Shockwaves ripple outward, tearing clouds apart and shaking the heavens.
They collide again.
And again.
Nox moves like a shadow given form, his attacks unpredictable, his power dense and suffocating.
Shi Yang counters with overwhelming force, his dragon body radiating holy energy, every strike carrying the weight of a higher realm.
Though only at the Soul Awakening Stage, his dragon form allows him to fight beyond his limits.
He clashes evenly.
For a moment,
The battle stands balanced.
But Nox is no ordinary cultivator.
As the fight continues, something changes.
Every collision,
Every exchange,
Shi Yang’s energy begins to thin.
Subtle at first.
Then clearer.
Nox’s strikes grow heavier.
Faster.
Sharper.
His aura deepens.
Darkens.
Strengthens.
He devours.
Not flesh.
Not blood.
But energy itself.
Each clash feeds him.
Each attack drains Shi Yang.
Shi Yang feels it.
His movements are slow.
His power wavers.
Yet Nox grows stronger with every passing moment.
The balance shifts.
Nox presses forward.
Relentless.
Dominant.
His wings slice through the air as his strikes rain down without pause.
Shi Yang roars, golden light surging as he pushes back, refusing to yield despite the widening gap.
The sky fractures under their battle.
Light and darkness tear at each other.
One rising.
One falling.
And still,
Neither stops.
Black holes begin to appear around them, small at first, then multiplying, dotting the sky like wounds torn into existence, each one silently devouring light and distorting everything around it.
Golden light answers.
Brilliant.
Blazing.
Like fragments of the sun descending into the battlefield, radiating pure and overwhelming force that pushes back against the encroaching darkness.
They collide.
Black and gold.
Void and radiance.
Each impact erupts with catastrophic force, explosions tearing through the fabric of space itself, sending violent ripples across the sky as if the world is struggling to hold itself together.
The heavens shake.
The land trembles.
But as the battle continues,
Something changes.
The dragon’s roar grows louder.
More ferocious.
More desperate.
Yet the golden light begins to dim.
Its brilliance fades, little by little, under the relentless pressure of Nox’s devouring power.
The balance shifts again.
Then,
Another roar resounds.
Deep.
Vast.
Like the call of an endless sea.
Water surges into the battlefield.
An ocean rises into the sky.
It crashes into the storm of destruction, flooding the void between light and darkness.
Chu Feng arrives.
His presence merges with the battlefield, his power unfolding as a vast water domain that collides directly with Nox’s devouring force.
Now,
Two dragons stand against one.
Shi Yang and Chu Feng unleash everything.
No restraint.
No hesitation.
They have seen it clearly,
The aura within Nox.
The path he walks.
The demon way.
He cannot be allowed to live.
And Nox,
Nox sees them differently.
Not as enemies.
But as prey.
Perfect.
Refined.
Filled with power.
Food.
He attacks with greater intensity, his golden eyes gleaming with hunger as his strength continues to rise with every clash.
The battle escalates beyond control.
Space fractures again and again.
Cracks spread through the sky like a shattered mirror.
Shockwaves travel far beyond the battlefield, reaching distant lands.
Mountains collapse.
Rivers reverse.
Towns and cities far away tremble as the ground beneath them splits and sinks.
The land itself begins to fall apart.
The Zhao Kingdom,
Breaks.
Its foundation gives way.
The earth sinks.
The Eastern Ocean floods in.
Water devours what remains.
An entire kingdom disappears beneath the sea.
And still,
No one comes.
No one dares.
The space around the battlefield has become too fragile, too unstable, threatening to collapse at any moment.
To step into it,
Is to risk falling into the void.
Those who could intervene,
Do not.
Some remain indifferent to the destruction.
Some,
Welcome it.
To become a Saint, one must face the Will of the World.
And the Will of the World does not favour peace.
It tests.
It pressures.
It destroys.
Only through chaos can something strong enough emerge to challenge it.
So they watch.
As the world weakens.
As the battle rages.
As the threshold draws closer.
Then,
It breaks.
Space shatters completely.
Like glass.
A hole opens in reality.
Endless.
Dark.
Hungry.
The three are pulled in.
Their battle does not stop.
They are dragged into the void.
Thrown across nothingness.
Silence surrounds them.
But the tension does not fade.
Nox flies forward within the void, his wings cutting through the endless darkness as he moves toward the distant glow of the world.
Then,
He stops.
His expression shifts slightly.
“Come out,” he says.
The void responds.
Threads appear.
Thin.
Dark.
They spread rapidly.
Interweaving.
Expanding.
A spider web forms around him, layer upon layer, sealing off space itself and trapping him at its centre.
The threads tighten.
Unbreakable.
At the heart of the web,
A throne manifests.
It anchors into the strands, suspended within the void like a symbol of absolute control.
And upon it,
A figure appears.
Ye Weiran sits upon the throne, her posture relaxed yet carrying an unquestionable authority, as if the void itself bends to accommodate her presence.
Her gaze lowers slightly, calm and distant, yet everything within the spider web freezes under that single glance.
The threads tighten.
The space stabilises.
Even Nox’s rising aura pauses for a fraction of a moment.
She does not speak immediately.
Yet the majesty of a Saint continues to spread outward from her, vast and absolute, pressing down on everything within the void like an unseen decree.