《Reaper’s Realm》


 Chapter 1 - War

    The martial world was divided into three power blocs. First, the orthodox faction, who walked a path of righteousness, their blade skills honed with honor, dedicated to protecting the innocent. Then came the unorthodox faction, driven by greed, willing to perform any dirty deed as long as it lined their pockets. And finally, the demonic faction, who gloried in their deadly arts, their ambition to conquer the heavens, defiant against all worldly rules.


    Despite their claims of world domination, the demonic faction was mostly isolated, ostracized due to fear and conspiracy. Their various sects, united under a charismatic leader, thrived. They nurtured talented martial artists who were born into the cult. The enraged orthodox faction, who had long tried to suppress the demonic faction, received word that their leader was about to break through to sainthood¡ªthe pinnacle of power in the lower martial realms.


    This intelligence triggered a deadly scheme. All the orthodox sects formed an alliance, led by the four main sects: Tang, Sima, Wudang, and Emei. These sects consisted of masters of poison, illusion, swordplay, and palm techniques, respectively. Uniting the remaining righteous sects, they launched a coordinated attack against the demonic faction before their leader could complete his breakthrough, that could shatter the precarious power balance in the martial world.


    The sudden attack on the demonic sect was far from righteous. The orthodox faction, in their bloodlust, slaughtered men, women, and even defenseless children. The demonic cult desperately tried to defend themselves, but the orthodox faction had gained the support of the unscrupulous unorthodox faction, who, driven by the promise of spoils, eagerly joined the winning side.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    The demonic faction''s leader, hearing the cries of war, was forced to prematurely end his cultivation, suffering severe Qi deviation. Even in his weakened state, the merciless experts of the orthodox sect swarmed him, ending his life. The entire southern plain, the heartland of the demonic sects, was ravaged. Even after their leader''s death, the greedy and insatiable orthodox and unorthodox factions pursued the fleeing demonic cult members like hunters chasing prey. The demonic cult, desperate to survive, resorted to abandoning their identities, destroying their meridians and qi centers to conceal their martial arts and avoid detection.


    However, this story occurred twenty years ago. This is the root of how Mo Chen''s world crumbled in a single moment, the tale of a raging beast born from chaos who swallowed and nearly destroyed the world. His father was a skilled martial artist, the guardian of the library that housed the demonic cult''s most treasured and forbidden arts. Mo Chen was always close to his father. On the day that the fighting intensified and drew close to the capital, when the demonic leader was forced to abandon his cultivation and join the battle.


    His father, desperate for his son''s safety, broke the demonic faction''s sacred law. He opened a hidden, underground passage leading to the library, a place where forbidden arts were kept. He knocked Mo Chen unconscious, gently placing him inside. "I''ll be back, son," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Sleep, and wait. Daddy will come." Tears streamed down his face as he locked the passage door, which instantly vanished, leaving no trace except the knowledge that it could only be opened by the guardian. With a final, lingering look, he turned and joined the raging battle, a battle he would not survive.


    Not long after, Mo Chen awoke, his heart aching. A terrible emptiness washed over him. Something precious, something he had always wanted to protect, had been ripped from his grasp. He struggled to breathe amidst his tears, his body shaking with sobs. The anger that welled up inside was almost unbearable, each painful thump of his heart fueled by a burning resentment for those who had destroyed his world and taken his father away. Only twelve years old, alone, and without any food or water, trapped in the library without any means of escape.

 Chapter 2 - yearn

    After days of fruitless searching, his strength failed him, and he was forced to give up. Driven by gnawing hunger, he began flipping through the ancient texts, finding no sign of food, only a basin filled with high-grade qi-gathering pills¡ªcultivation aids. Despite their bitter taste, the pills were a substitute for food and water.


    As he consumed the pills, he was forced to cultivate to properly circulate the qi and draw energy from them. Time seemed to lose all meaning as he immersed himself in cultivation. In the dimly lit library, unable to discern the passage of time, he could only consume pills and cultivate at his own pace.


    Driven by his growing interest in the written word and his lack of alternatives, he began flipping through the books, despite lacking the specific ki circulation paths necessary to master most martial arts techniques.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    Mo Chen gradually developed a habit of relentless study. His connection to the outside world grew fainter, his perception of time becoming warped. He could sense himself aging, but the time he had spent inside was impossible to measure. The face of his father grew hazy, a distant memory. By this point, Mo Chen was about 47 years old, his body ravaged by constant cultivation, his sustenance solely from pills, no longer able to satisfy his growing hunger.


    He stumbled upon a particular technique, one that even a novice could attempt. It was called "Reaper''s Realm," a domain capable of destroying anything within its reach and generating its power endlessly, without relying on the practitioner''s own reserves.


    Intrigued, Mo Chen devoted every moment he could to studying the Reaper''s Realm technique. While he only partially understood its inner workings, he was driven by an almost desperate need to unlock this forbidden power. Soon after, he managed to open the domain, but as he did so, his eyes went black, and he lost all vision.


    Unbeknownst to him, the domain began devouring everything around him. As he stumbled about that day, the library''s walls crumbled, its ancient books turning to dust, as he made his way out of the store.

 Chapter 3- Danger

    As long as they were turning a profit, the unorthodox faction had no complaints. Jue Ying, the cunning leader of the Shadow Sect within the unorthodox pact, and Qing Tie, the formidable master of the Iron Body Sect within the orthodox faction, were the powerhouses who kept a delicate balance between the two, ensuring an uneasy peace.


    Jue Ying and Qing Tie were in a routine meeting when they both felt an intense, murderous intent, so powerful that sweat poured down their faces. "What''s going on?" Jue asked, his voice strained. "Did some unlucky fool annoy a divine dragon?" Qing Tie quipped mockingly, though his face reflected the very real concern he felt, as both shot out of the window, their movements calm and controlled despite the chaos they could feel.


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    Soon, his left leg began to stiffen, as if being petrified. The reason was clear: the backlash from using the Reaper''s Realm technique was beginning to take its toll. He felt as if his legs were about to shatter. Without pushing it further, he decided to sit down, desperately trying to control his qi and shut down the domain before it consumed him entirely.


    He struggled, desperately trying to shut down the domain, but it seemed to have taken on a life of its own. Soon, his right leg began to stiffen as well, his heart pounding with a desperate fear as he realized he was rapidly becoming immobile. "Gather, the intent is coming from that hole," a voice called out from above. "A top-tier demonic beast must be here, just selling its core! We could each spend days in the blissful moon pavilion," another voice added, filled with greedy excitement.


    Though he could no longer see, Mo Chen''s instincts were on high alert, his senses acting like a radar. "Don''t get too close! Attackkkk!" a voice shouted urgently, followed by the sounds of rushing footsteps and the drawing of weapons. Just as suddenly, Mo Chen''s vision returned, and his legs felt normal once more. The domain, it seemed, had stabilized¡ªat least for now.