The mountain winds howled as he stood facing Zhao Tian, his mentor and the only man who had pushed him to his limits over the past four years. The ground beneath them bore the scars of countless battles—craters from devastating blows, shattered trees, and scorched earth from qi clashes beyond mortal comprehension.
This was it. The final test before he left the Zhao Clan.
The Last Battle Against Zhao Tian
Zhao Tian exhaled slowly, his sharp eyes locked onto his disciple. "This is your last lesson before you leave," he said, his voice firm. "Show me that you are ready."
No more hesitation. No more doubt. The young warrior nodded, his presence shifting in an instant. His qi surged, and for the first time, he fully unleashed his Void Dragon Rend. The air split apart as an invisible force slashed forward at impossible speed.
Zhao Tian barely managed to parry, but the sheer force pushed him back several meters. His eyes widened. He's reached this level already?!
Not giving his master a moment to recover, he activated Phantom Step, vanishing and reappearing at a different angle. His blade glowed with an eerie, void-like energy. Another attack flashed toward Zhao Tian, and this time, he had to exert his full power to deflect it.
The battle escalated. Zhao Tian unleashed techniques that had once flattened mountains, but his disciple countered every single one. His movements were flawless, his power boundless, and his instincts terrifyingly sharp.
Then, in a moment of absolute stillness, the young warrior activated something new. His own creation—
"Eternal End: Requiem of All Creation."
For a fraction of a second, Zhao Tian felt nothing. No sound. No movement. Only absolute void.
Then, the world exploded.
A devastating force rippled through the mountains, obliterating everything in its wake. Even Zhao Tian, a legendary warrior, barely managed to withstand the aftermath. When the dust settled, his disciple stood tall, his eyes burning with a power that shouldn't exist.
Zhao Tian clenched his fists, pride and fear warring within him. "You… are no longer just a martial artist," he murmured. "You are stepping into something far greater."
The young warrior smirked. "Then I guess I've passed."
A Farewell of Silent Pride
As dawn broke over the ruined battlefield, Zhao Tian looked at his disciple one last time. "Where will you go now?"
He turned toward the horizon. "To see my mother."
A strange silence stretched between them. Zhao Tian wanted to say something—wanted to express his pride, his admiration. But he was never good with words. So instead, he nodded. "Go. And remember… never look back unless it is to destroy your enemies."
The young warrior grinned. "Got it, old man."
And with that, he walked away, the weight of his destiny pressing upon his shoulders. A storm was coming… and he was at its center.
The Awakening of Bloodline and Fate
As he descended the mountains, something within him stirred. A pulse in his veins, a call from deep within his bloodline.
He clutched his chest as a surge of foreign memories and emotions crashed into him. Visions of a past he did not understand. Echoes of a power beyond the comprehension of this world.
And then, a single thought surfaced in his mind, unbidden and absolute:
"I was never meant to follow their path. I was meant to create my own."