58 A past. (2/2)
”Gold...”
It formed a beautiful nebula in the sky. It fluttered and would sometimes shake, sometimes expand. It was everchanging, and it was absolute.
This colour covered the whole heavens for as far as the kid could see, it was as if that colour would now be there forever. It felt that way anyway.
Yet, within the kid's dark eyes, a faint shockwave suddenly erupted in the distance and flew straight towards him. Its speed surpassed and reached an incomprehensible measure as the shockwave covered the air for kilometres. It formed and slapped the atmosphere like a massive godly hand that disrupted the very source of life.
*WHISTLE*
The boy's eyes widened as he felt unable to move, and with this, a silent but eery voice tumbled into his ears.
”Death...”
*SSSS*
It carried a bloody killing intent. One that made the boys insides cringe to no end. His eyes despaired and his body went limp. He knew that he couldn't even contend with this overwhelming force that was about to thrash him to paste. He knew that his life was about to end.
”I hope you're okay, Master...”
His lips whispered out a single sentence as he let the overwhelming fear of death usher him into a realm of despair and morality. Though...
*CRACK*
Within his whistling hearing, a sudden crackle blitzed to the side of him as a rough hand patted his frail back. Warm energy covered him, and in that split second, a gasp could be heard.
”Heaven's Wind.”
A voice that seemed to contain the world swept in a simple gush wind. It faced the massive palm without fear, and forming a white array of forcefields that ranged in the hundreds, it wrapped around the boy.
*BANGGGGG*
”Stillness.”
*SSSSSSSS*
The huge palm crackled and flashed with a blinding light as it attempted to crush that boy. However, in a surreal whoosh, the numerous forcefields expanded to cover the horizon.
They wrapped around that palm, and before it even knew it, the whole thing was stuttering to a halt.
”Guh!”
The boy's eyes trembled as he heard an abrupt cough echo behind him, where he turned around and saw a pale-faced man with proud eyes. A white robe was draped on his body, but it was stained and ripped.
”Master?”
*CATCHAAA*
The sky shook and the ground tumbled, but the man stood firm as he pressed the air and forced that gigantic palm to a stop. A sliver of glowing white blood dripped out of his mouth, but he didn't seem concerned at all.
”You should get out of here.”
He patted the boys shivery head with a slight smile. The boy shook, but the man's firm eyes portrayed no ounce of playfulness, only a firmness that commanded him!
”O-ok!”
The boy rubbed his eyes as he gritted his teeth and ran past the man's straight figure. It was this figure that seemed to be able to hold the heavens in the kid's eyes. It was one that contained a powerful shoulder and a profound knowledge in the world of cultivation.
However, with a startling gold that erupted out of nowhere, a sudden intense might descended from the sky and formed a glowing man. He wore a golden crown atop his head that shined. A red cape also fluttered beneath the shrill winds, causing the sky to darken and the winds to pause.
His eyes glowed with a bright gold as he stared at them. He spoke no words, but the man with the white robes shook as his face quivered with panic.
”Quick!”
The boy's face went even more pale as he took a glimpse at the golden man. With this alone he felt his whole body quiver; his heart scream and his breathing quicken.
”...”
The crowned man looked at the two of them without emotion, but with his gaze, the whole world shook. The sky brightened, and with a flash of everlasting gold, a powerful glow lit itself in the man's eyes.
”I guess this is going to be my last... Hey, king, would you mind sparing this little kid for me if I put up a good enough fight?”
With a strangely calm voice, the white-robed elder dismissed the panic arising in his face. He then patted his robes and stretched his back. The kid who had already ran a couple hundred meters stammered to a stop as he heard this.
The glowing man didn't even react. He grabbed space, where with a sudden booming smack, a trident formed in his grasp. It glowed with a powerful aura. It was as if it could pierce the heavens and split the earth in its entirety.
The man gripped it with a ghastly strength and lifted it up. Everything shuddered in response as a dense unending ancientness shrouded the entire valley and wafted into the trident.
”Well, I'll still try. Kid, keep going!”
The white-robed man only sighed as he walked a couple steps back and tensed his hands. The kid's eyes shone with unwillingness, but as he watched that ancient man stretch the trident to his side, he felt weak.
Then, in front of this kids very eyes, a strange orb of white light formed above that white-robed man.
”Face a technique inspired from the higher races...”