89 Chang Hui (1/2)
”Sorry for barging in, but I want to have a little chat!”
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Standing in a pitch black void, a similarly black figure stared onwards in a daze.
”Wen Mian...”
He mumbled out, and as he was doing so his gaze seemed to change. The surroundings rumbled, then in a surreal whoosh, his figure blurred into nothingness.
His vision shifted into a strange greyness, where everything flickered dull chimes. However, this was only for an instant as his vision changed once more into a blinding whiteness.
*PSSST*
The warrior swivelled his body as this white encompassed him, and thus, with a strange chiming bell, a plaza formed from the nothingness.
*THUD*
He settled, and behind him stood a massive portal, trembling occasionally. Nonetheless, as his presence entered this plaza, everyone in it shook.
It was an instinctual, deathly shiver. One of paramount fear, a dread so high that it could pierce the heavens and send them to such a height! The warrior looked on with a strange gaze, hazed in a fogged black.
His inhuman eyes and mouth remained placid, and as everyone caught sight of him, they all froze on the spot.
”What is that..?”
Someone could only mutter as his body got drenched in sweat; his blood froze and his breath ragged. This thing, whatever it was, was something so incapably powerful that whatever level he was on would be but a speck in front of its eyes...
The warrior, Li Wei, took quiet steps as he caught sight of an exit, mumbling.
”Wen Mian...”
Some heard this rumbling scraping voice, and their eyes couldn't help but widen.
*Step*
Those strenuous footsteps, that occasional flicker of fog that would pulsate out of his body, it shined so clearly in all of their eyes. It was a stabbing sight, one so frightful that each person would have to close their eyes time to time out of sheer terror.
Li Wei, as he emerged before the exit, mumbled once more.
”Wen Mian...”
*PSST*
His figure blurred as he dissipated from view, soaring in the sky like a sword from primordial times. Said sky quaked with thunderous rumbles as he swept past, almost like it was parting for him instead of the other way round...
”What the fuck..?”
Cultivators collapsed with exhaustion all over the place as hysteria shone in their eyes. They felt like they were playing with death within his presence, and it was such a feeling that made everyone lose it.
”Was he sent by the overseer?”
Some muttered as they regained a somewhat civil disposition. Though, whatever the reason, they didn't dare stick their noses into it. They didn't want to experience that incapable, unbearable sensation again.
It was a feeling that screamed at them, crying that their strength is nothing! A speck, a single minute thing that can be turned to dust with but a thought...
It was a terrorising feeling, but most knew that it was true...
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*RUMBLE*
High atop one of the mountain peaks of the sect, an elderly man trembled as his eyes spotted a black figure soaring in the sky. He jumped off of the dirt ground encompassed in serenity, and with narrowed eyes, he gaped at that 'thing' in the sky.
”What is this?”
An uncanny feeling brewed in the old man's stomach as he seemed to think of something.
A staff appeared in his wizened hand, and he shook it a couple times with an apprehensive expression. Strange light began to appear from the stick, depicting a blurry scene of a black figure standing above an inconspicuous cultivation chamber.
A river of red was encompassing the sky and a sword was held in its hand!
Though, as the image attempted to form further, it shook with a rebounding spasm!
*GUH!*
The old man staggered backwards as he watched the light puff out of existence. His gaze trembled, and as he stared at the black figure in the sky, panic shone!
He muttered to himself with a quivering gaze.
”Where has this sudden future come from?! It wasn't like this yesterday!”
Confusion sprung as he attempted to shake the brown stick again, but this time he felt a terrifying power seethe! His eyes widened, and with an instinctual throw, he watched the stick explode mid-air!
*BANG*
His body, getting smashed by the shockwave, tumbled backwards before colliding into a tree. Nonetheless, as this boom resounded, the black figure in the sky paused.
It seemed to turn to his direction, and as the old man caught sight of this with a pale face, he coughed.
”What does it want?!”
He grasped the broken bits of log around him as he shoved himself up. It was obvious that he wasn't strong, in fact, he wasn't even at a typical disciples level.
Yet, beneath his unwilling gaze, the figure in the sky hazed itself in a surreal motion and appeared before him. It was instantaneous in the old man's eyes, causing him to jump with fright.
A sword was hung on its back, and as it gazed at the old man, a quaking presence seethed out of it. It was as if a multitude of swords were prickling on the old man as he gazed at the thing.
He felt unable to speak, so he just sat there with a frozen gait...
Though the silence was soon revoked as the figure spoke with a placid stare.
”Do you know of someone called 'Wen Mian'?”
His voice rumbled like a sword, for he was Li Wei!