(Part 1): The Light that Pierces the Heavens
A bolt of purple lightning split the sky as Ye Tian's body returned from the void dimension. Spiritual dust billowed from his body, shrouding him in an aura that could no longer be hidden. The ground beneath him was scorched. Branches, rocks, and the surrounding air trembled violently—as if his mere presence was enough to shake the harmony of nature.
Yet in his eyes, the world felt quieter.
The sunlight filtering through the gaps in the clouds above Hell Valley felt alien. The wind no longer felt like wind. Everything changed when he received the fragment of ancestral blood—the inheritance that had been sealed, hidden, and guarded by Heaven itself for thousands of years.
"This is not just an inheritance," he murmured softly, almost like a whisper to himself. "This is… a command for revenge."
But before Ye Tian could fully process everything, faint shadows emerged from the ruins in the distance. Three figures in gray robes stood silently, each holding a dark wooden staff that vibrated with their own spiritual pressure.
From the emblems on their chests, Ye Tian immediately recognized their origin—the Third Eye Sect, one of the shadowy branches of the Ancient God Empire that had been involved in the massacre of his mother's bloodline.
One of them spoke. His voice was heavy and low, but each word pierced Ye Tian's soul.
"That inheritance should never have been awakened. You… should not be alive."
Ye Tian stared at them sharply. His gaze was like an endless dark ocean. The wind around him stopped blowing. The sounds of nature faded. Only an invisible tension hung in the air.
"This world has wanted me dead since birth," he said slowly. "Unfortunately, I have never cared about the world's will."
A dark red aura enveloped his body. The celestial blood symbol blazed brightly, creating the phantom of formless wings behind his back. The thirst for destruction… felt real.
The three elders of the Third Eye Sect exchanged glances. They knew that the one standing before them was no longer a teenager from a remote village who could be suppressed. This was Ye Tian, touched by the inheritance that Heaven feared.
And war… was inevitable.
(Part 2): Three Shadows and One Destiny
The three elders of the Third Eye Sect did not wait for a signal. Their bodies shot towards Ye Tian like lightning, each forming intricate hand seals. Ancient incantations echoed, forming a triangular spiritual formation in the air. From each corner, symbols of purple glowing eyes slowly opened—staring at Ye Tian as if stripping his soul bare.
"The Three-Gaze Soul-Sealing Formation," hissed one of the elders. "With this, even the spirit of a god would lose its way."
But Ye Tian did not flinch. He stood at the center of the immense spiritual pressure, even seeming to enjoy the power aimed at confining him.
"So much effort… to restrain one person," he murmured. "But unfortunately, I am no longer the old Ye Tian."
A black shadow enveloped his surroundings, forming a dense vortex that spun like a storm. From within the vortex, the clinking of chains could be heard—accompanied by the appearance of the celestial blood symbol, burning brighter on his body.
BRAK!
With one step, Ye Tian stomped on the ground and shattered the formation from within. The three eye symbols shattered simultaneously, scattering purple light that transformed into wild lightning. The three elders were thrown back, shocked not only by Ye Tian's power—but by the power of an inheritance they did not fully understand.
One of them exclaimed, "That… is not just an inheritance! That… is a fragment of a demonic spirit!"
Ye Tian stared straight at them, his left eye beginning to turn a deep red—the same color as the blood in the sky. The voice that came from his throat now sounded like an echo of two voices: his own and… something much older.
"I am not a demon… I am the curse you have inherited since you shed my mother's blood."
Suddenly, a faint giant shadow appeared behind Ye Tian's back. Humanoid in shape, with one horn, blazing blood-red eyes, and a body shrouded in chains. Whenever Ye Tian moved his hand, the shadow mimicked him. It was the manifestation of the celestial blood spirit—the inheritance that was once thought to be extinct.
The three elders began to tremble. One of them fell to his knees, his mouth quivering. "Impossible… that curse… should have been sealed!"
Ye Tian raised one hand. In his palm appeared a blood-fire seal, rotating slowly like a wheel of fate that had just been awakened. "You desired destruction," he said coldly, "now receive it."
With one swing, the world collapsed in a burst of blood and light.
(Part 3): An Unstoppable Curse
The explosion of celestial blood energy echoed throughout Hell Valley. The earth cracked, the sky shook, and the air seemed to lose its form. The spiritual formations around the battle area collapsed one by one, unable to withstand the wave of power unleashed by Ye Tian.
Amidst the vortex of destruction, Ye Tian's body stood firm—as if the storm itself surrounded and protected him. The giant shadow that appeared behind him began to merge into his body, leaving a glowing red mark that pulsed like the heart of an ancient god.
Two of the three elders of the Third Eye Sect had fallen—bones broken, scorched, and parts of their bodies petrified by the direct impact of the inheritance's aura. The third elder, the only one who could still stand, trembled as he tried to retreat.
"This… this is not an inheritance," he murmured weakly. "This is… an awakened will for revenge."
Ye Tian looked at him without emotion. In his gaze, there was no anger, no hatred—only a menacing silence, like the emptiness of an endless night.
"If you understood what you have inherited… perhaps you would have chosen death from the beginning," he said in a voice that echoed softly, yet shook the elder's heart.
The celestial blood spirit within Ye Tian pulsed again. The curse symbol on his back—resembling a bloody eye circle with nine circling lines—glowed faintly. This was the Nirvana Blood Seal, a legacy from a world before worlds, embedded in Ye Tian's lineage as a form of 'tribute' and punishment.
As the last elder retreated, the ground behind him collapsed. From the gaping chasm, came the screams of thousands of spirits sealed within Hell Valley. They moaned, pleaded, and some laughed hysterically as if welcoming Ye Tian as the new king of this cursed place.
"Heir of celestial blood… we see you… we know you… we await you…"
The voices were not only heard by the ears. They entered the mind, scratching the soul of anyone who heard them.
But Ye Tian merely closed his eyes. He took a slow breath, then raised his left hand to the sky. The spiritual energy around him gathered, forming a blood-sword longer than a human body, its edge pulsing like a living vein.
One swing.
One strike.
One end.
The last elder vanished in a flash of red that cut through the sky and swept across the ground. There were no screams. No resistance. Only emptiness remained.
Ye Tian lowered his hand, gazing at the ground now filled with ash and the remnants of spirits who had fallen back asleep.
"If this is my destiny… then I will rewrite that destiny with my own celestial blood."
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