Battle Through the Heavens - 5
Once we penetrated the hole filled with a water ripple like faint luster in the statue the size of the Christ the Redeemer into the opaque membrane Zagreus could clearly sense a kind of probing sweeping past the surface of his body. Everything within his body, including even his soul, could not escape from this inspection. This feeling was as though all of his secrets had been exposed at this moment… and yet, he was a Defiant Soul refined under Greater Mysteries. Even the power of a Battle God struggled to make sense of what it saw.

Although it attempted to reject Zhu Kun, my own pneuma protected him like an inviolable aegis. Leading us into a sea of fire. Brilliant flames filled his eyes, dazzling even to him. Moreover, the sea of fire was extremely colorful. It was so bright that it caused one to be amazed.

"Heavenly Flame sea huh..."

"According to what I know, the Tou She Ancient God was extremely mysterious. No one knew of its origin. There had been many experts from the continent back then. Many individuals standing at the peak had done their best to break into the Dou Di class. However, none of them ultimately succeeded. Yet, at that time, a completely unknown Tou She Ancient God had appeared." The dragon emperor had an expression of deep thought as he recalled the extremely old records within his tribe.

"It was rumored that two suns appeared in the sky and the world crumbled when the Tou She Ancient God advanced into the Dou Di class. An endless sea of fire descended from the sky. It enveloped half of the Dou Qi continent and stirred all the experts at that time..."

"However, after experiencing the earthshaking scene from when he advanced into the Dou Di class, the Tou She Ancient God once again vanished. Moreover, according to common sense those in the clan whom he had a blood relation towards, should also have their bloodline strength being activated. Their strength should have soared to a relatively terrifying level within a short period of time.

"Those who have the first-generation Dou Di bloodline would be blessed with the greatest benefit. Hence, if a new ancient clan had appeared, it would definitely turn the Dou Qi continent into an uproar. However, this did not occur."

"In other words, the Tou She Ancient Gods did not have many clan members. Perhaps there isn't anyone who possesses a bloodline similar to his?" Zhu Kun frowned and said.

The entire Dou Qi continent viewed the continuation of one's bloodline as extremely important. This was especially the case for these top experts. They greatly wanted their bloodline to continue. However, why was it that the Tou She Ancient God was all alone?

"Aye, this should be the case. However, we cannot exclude the possibility of no one discovering them." Zagreus nodded. He looked at Zhu Kun and said, "Is what I have said correct?"

Zhu Kun placed both of his hands behind him. He looked at the huge stone statue and suddenly changed the topic. "There are a total of thirty-three types of Heavenly Flames on the Heavenly Flame Ranking. They are the strongest flames in this world. However, do you know what the name of the Heavenly Flame ranked first on the Heavenly Flame Ranking?"

He didn't because the first ranked Heavenly Flame did not have a name to begin with. There were twenty-three Heavenly Flames on the Heavenly Flame Ranking. However, the first position was completely blank. No one knew just what the first ranked Heavenly Flame was. However, the strange thing was that many alchemists had some vague instinct that there should indeed be something existing above the Nihility Devouring Flame. However, they were unaware of what it was.

That first ranked Heavenly Flame was a puzzle. It was extremely mysterious and unfathomable. No one had ever seen it.

"All living creatures have their own souls. It is also the same for a Heavenly Flame..."

Zhu Kun slowly said, "Based on what I know, there was once a Heavenly Flame that was formed in this world. It was created in a thousand years, gained a soul after ten thousand years and trained for a seemingly endless long time. This had caused it to be mutated slightly. Everyone is aware that Heavenly Flames that were mutated would seldom take the initiative to leave the place it was created. However, this flame was different. After possessing intelligence, it traveled in the direction of the magma, roaming the underground for a thousand years and devouring flames to survive."

"The flames that it devoured all had a ranking on the Heavenly Flame Ranking. All twenty-two types were eaten by it."

"And in doing so became his kindred," I concluded.

"The Heavenly Flames was just like a shrunken version of a human country. Even though one is born a noble and possesses a high position, there was still a possibility that one could be overturned. Eating each other is a kind of instinct to Heavenly Flames. Normally speaking, however, most of the time, it is the stronger eating the weaker." Zhu Kun sighed and said. "This was also the unique aspect of this flame. It knew how to quickly strengthen itself while avoiding the danger when devouring flames. It consumed the weaker first. After spending an extremely long time, after devouring twenty different Heavenly Flames, even the natural overlords like the Nihility Devouring Flame and the Purifying Demonic Flame, could only prostrate to him."

"That must have been difficult," I speculated. "Based on what I saw from each sample of Heavenly Flame is that they are all unique and idiosyncratic: what works on one would only rile the other. Swallowing of multiple Heavenly Flames would likely result in the two types of Heavenly Flames coming into conflict with each other, which result in self-destruction." The record of the Flame Mantra that I found in Tou She Ancient God's records support that theory though.

Flame Mantra is a Qi Cultivation Method that can evolve, but one of its preconditions is that it needs a "Heavenly Flame" as raw material. Something dangerous beyond the wildest dreams of most cultivators, even magical beasts blessed with powerful bodies would think twice about such resorts. But for an Abnormal Flame such a method would be the most ideal, in fact it is no wonder it would insist on be called itself-

"After that Heavenly Flame succeeded, he refers to himself as the [Emperor Flame]. He subsequently trained for thousands of years before appearing in this world again." Zhu Kun's eyes had a complicated expression surging within them after he spoke until this point. "After that Emperor Flame escaped the Dou Qi Continent into the Great Thousand World… gaining the new title of Tou She Ancient God." Zhu Kun let out with a deep breath of air at the sight in front of him.



"It seems that your constitution is greatly welcomed by the Heavenly Flames..." Xiao Yan was slowly walking when an elderly voice, which contained some laughter, suddenly resounded over this sea of fire.

"It seems that the mansion that I have left behind has been breached and burglarized, how vexing... and fitting." An elderly voice, which contained some laughter, suddenly resounded over this sea of fire. From the sea of fire, flames gathered on that spot. It turned into a huge flame bud that slowly bloomed. An elderly figure in a deep colored robe appeared before their eyes. At this moment, the old man was seated within a flower bud. His elderly face wore an unknown smile as he stared at Zagreus.

The elderly figure was wearing a deep colored robe. His expression did not reveal any uniqueness. If one was to ignore his multi-colored bright hair, he would appear little different from those ordinary elders. Yet at this moment Zagreus realized that the brilliant long hair of the Tou She Ancient God actually had faint fire seedlings rising from it. A rough glance at the number of colors on those long hair, he discovered that there were coincidentally twenty-two of them.

Despite being new around the block Zagreus had already seen this figure many times. However, those whom he had met were either an illusory figure, statues, or a fake. This time around, however, Zagreus understood in his heart that this was the true Tou She Ancient God! Perhaps this might merely be a remnant shadow or a soul fragment but regardless of what the case was, this person was the legendary last elite Battle God on the Dou Qi Continent!

"How vexing, a fellow suddenly descends into the Dou Qi Continent loudly claiming to be backed by a figure of myth and fairy tale even for my elders and not a week later it is beating at my doorsteps. I can't say that I dislike you though, it makes me happy to see the one after my legacy is a fellow Abnormal Flames – It is really difficult when pondering one's fate. I guess we all have our quirks." Says the Emperor Flame while staring with a smoldering gaze at the Heart Flame burning behind my eyes.

An interesting quirk indeed. Zagreus guessed that from the perspective of a flame a hero's Olympic Flame made then kin, as much as a fellow man can have for another that is. Greek Fire was unlike any in the world, once it started it would burn all in reach into cinders. A fate all heroes bear proudly. In that sense it must be rather flattering from the perspective of a sentient flame.

"Tell me, has there been any new Battle God appearing on the current Dou Qi continent?" The Tou She Ancient God looked at Zagreus as he smilingly inquired.

"No Elder, you are the last one since." Zagreus answered promptly. He guessed it was a universal constant for senior people to be chatty and attention starved.

"As expected," The Tou She Ancient God was not overly surprised at this reply. Instead, he nodded gently.

"Is the Elder aware about the scarcity of Origin Qi then?" I asked.

"The Battle God realm is an existence that surpasses this world. The birth of every Dou Di would greatly exhaust quite a lot of Origin Qi, this mysterious energy that was formed with the world." The Tou She Ancient God nodded slightly and replied. "Every plane would have some Origin Qi being formed when it was created. However, Origin Qi cannot be created again. In other words, every Origin Qi exhausted would lead to it being diminished in this world. In the face of this expenditure without replenishment, it would eventually reach a point where nothing remains. This is the reason why the Dou Qi continent no longer produces any Battle God. This is because the current Dou Qi continent no longer has any Origin Qi..."

"You are rather cavalier about it, aren't you?" Zagreus replied tersely, it was vexing that he behaved as if it had nothing to do with him. This was the legacy of Wu Fou who dedicated his life for others, for people to so selfishly use what he toiled for the good of all…

Meanwhile Zhu Kun laughed bitterly, he has his own grievances with the news. This was indeed the case of the predecessors enjoying and the descendants suffering. The so-called Origin Qi had been completely exhausted by the ancient people. This had resulted in some problems that had to be borne by the subsequent generation. For him who toiled for so long this must sound like a rather mean joke.

The Emperor Flame merely mirths at our contrived expressions. "I am not really interested in the fate or future of the Dou Qi Continent, whether there is a calamity or otherwise." Tou She Ancient God laughed. "However, since you are able to come to this place, you are naturally the most suitable person to inherit my inheritance. It is in this place, whether you can take it for yourself depends on your own fate." He smiled faintly and flicked his finger. A brilliant flame lotus emitting the same peculiar color that of its owner slowly descended until it was suspended above Zagreus's head.

"My inheritance requires one to have a stone like heart. As long as a single thread of thought exists, one would never be destroyed!"

Zagreus stared intensely at the lotus flame containing seemingly endless energy. The Origin Qi he pursued landed in his lap by a sudden turn of fortune and a good friend. The mystical component to his ascension plan. All cultivation begins and ends in virtue and virtue is performative excellence. But is this excellence of the soul, or excellence of the body? The Divinity Drive gave him the template for the second but he still lacked something equally impressive for the first. Something that was equally impressive, even, as Unity in all things in best and unity in Virtue the bests of all.

It took the heart of an Olympian freely given to the only man truly worthy of it to create the heroic realm. It is only justice that it would take something as equally impressive to reform the Tyrant Realm into something truly worth being its sequel.

This inheritance ritual is a trial Zagreus had to overcome if he wanted to leave a legacy worth those that supported him to the next generation. No more heartless despots but kings of glory capable of ushering a Saint Spirit Era on their lonesome!

The Heart Flame behind Zagreus' eyes flared like suns at his rising spirit as he sneered at the Emperor Flame's comment. "Fate? Those who set their lives ablaze at the Olympic flame are reviled by the Fates… and beloved by the Muses!" Zagreus says as Argyrchiara manifests side by side while crowning him with a silver-bright laurel crown.

"Zhu Kun!" Zagreus shouted.

"Yes!" The dragon emperor answered without missing a beat, eyes hardened as he looked intensely at the turning of an age.

"I won't dishonor you by suggesting it would be better for you to avert your sight to what is to follow… so embrace yourself and burn this sight into your soul!" He says turning back to him even as the fire of my spirit seems to overwhelm his body. Cracks and fissures were spreading throughout his form and skin was being peeled away to reveal a nebula cluster of the galaxy within.

"This is Hope," He claimed in the throes of my domain envelopment induced metamorphosis. "Remember its face."

The true face of a god is something capable of incinerating a mortal on the spot. Zagreus should know that. He only survived my audacity thanks to my patron's generosity. Dionysus was rather amused by my cheek of gambling it all on him going the extra mile to save me since he was technically doing a favor to Lady Fisher. In retrospect He had always been a few cards short of a full deck.

That is how he landed his divine blessing. That is my first time doing it to someone else though. And rather earlier than I thought possible to boot. Jujutsu was always like a pendulum that insisted on only stopping at either mediocre or excellent with no in between. The technique Gojo developed to overcome his oppressive domain expansion and Termina augmented soul required perfect understanding about the boundaries and nature of one's soul to manifest its "true essence".

It's something only possible for a seasoned captain of the second realm. Gojo came up with it while the two of us together with Geto worked on a pneumatic technique for sorcerers using the dharma wheel created by starlight marrow as a reference. The [Mandala Wheel] was a rather ingenious breathing technique in execution but with a miserable learning curve. It not only serves the basic purpose of storing extra pneuma in the body (Spirit), and breaking the "labors of life" like the Aethus hunter bird breath technique (Hunger), but also serves to partition trails of thoughts to form multiple independent thought processes simultaneously (Reason).

Rather than manifesting a "mandala intention" as a simple domain as Zagreus did Gojo uses his own body as the absolute domain to keep it constantly activated, leading him to develop the awareness necessary to develop domain envelopment. Garden cultivators have a similar technique called [Blank Artform Canvas] where a xian adjusts his body to the shape most suitable for his garden magic, being the trump card of the Artform level, the peak of personal power for garden cultivators.

Now as a [Ancient Soul], Zagreus own version of domain envelopment has taken a rather… Greek flair for the dramatic. It is straight up God Mode, the [Divine Form] that expresses a god's Aletheia (unveiled truth). The literal meaning of the word ἀλήθεια is "the state of not being hidden; the state of being evident" but also "reality", two things rather crucial when natural mysteries are involved.

Tou She Ancient God openly claps at the profound display even as he understands Zagreus hidden intentions. "I had a good hunch about you and it seems I was right after all, whoever can overcome the restraint and emerge from the cruel Heavenly Flame denouement would be considered the top of the Heavenly Flame! It's only proper that you should devour not only this inheritance but also me and even this flame sea as well! My true self will be waiting for you in the Great Thousand World, let's then decide who deserves the title of number one!" The Emperor Flame ember gushed, revealing its true intentions with honest excitement at the prospect of engaging in the ouroboros flame spirit once again.

Zagreus Obliged.

-//-​

"Well, that is embarrassing." I complain as Zhu Kun makes his best to support me over his shoulder as we limp our way out of the Mansion.

"Only you would think something like that. You managed to swallow the Emperor Flame in an instant! I normally take months to years in seclusion for a cultivator to tame a Heavenly Flame, assuming he is competent enough to even do so in the first place." The dragon emperor snorted in derision at my 'absurd' standards.

Seeing the one responsible for so many of his woes being summarily devoured was cathartic to him. Magical Beasts have a covert interest in cultivation since it grants them human sapience that is normally taken for granted. Even then they are still stuck in the body of beasts, while the human body is rather awkward for combat it is optimal for pleasure and civilization. The dragon slaying sword is not something Zhu Kun can wield without appositive thumbs after all. That is why Zhu Kun, as the leader of his tribe, coveted the Battle God realm.

The [Battle God Bloodline] is partial to blame for the current state of the continent. When a Battle God appears, it stirs an uproar not only because of his personal power but because his bloodline undergoes a transformation. Magic nepo baby. His line, both ascendant and descendent will experience outrageous growth in cultivation that lasts for millennia.

This is the origin of the venerable clans. Although they could be considered humans, they possessed a rich talent when it came to training. Some of those who were lucky might even inherit some of Dou Di's abilities through their bloodline. However, such a thing is extremely rare and will completely depend on one's luck. These clans that possess an ancient Battle God bloodline greatly discriminate against outsiders. Due to them needing to maintain the purity of their bloodline, even if they were to marry an ordinary human, they would definitely choose an extremely outstanding person.

Those who possess this bloodline indeed have a smooth training path. However, this speed halts just before the Battle Saint class. At such a moment, the bloodline becomes a burden. There is an exception though, those who have the first generation Dou Di bloodline would be blessed with the greatest benefit.

That is why for magical beasts the ability to pass on cultivation is so coveted. No matter how personally strong they become their progeny would still be born as a normal member of its species. That is why for magical beast parenthood is an especially heavy investment as his savage youths have to be carefully monitored until they cultivate enough to develop intelligence but even then they can only assume a human shape at the Battle Emperor level, an absurdly tall order.

This is why magical beasts who have strong bodies and are born well equipped to live on their own form clans, communities, and tribes as humans do. A way for them to amass resources to facilitate everyone's cultivation and protection from cruel rules of nature without facing discrimination from humans. Wu Fou was right, it was unfair that they had to go through so many hurdles to have what humans take for granted. I have no means to condemn Zhu Kun, as their leader it was nothing less than his duty to become a Battle God for the sake and prosperity of his tribe.

In the middle of my musing I ended up carelessly letting the leash control I had over the Emperor Flame that I devoured with my own Heart Flame to slip. This cost me dearly as my body locked up and I collapsed in pain, dragging Zhu Kun with me who himself wasn't in the best of shapes. The sight of my true form induced the mother of all migraines in him, similarly to the jet lag long term exposure to Gojo's Endless Void caused me.

Here we were, the two strongest entities of the Dou Qi continent sprawled into the ground like a pair of hammered drunkards. I couldn't hold it anymore and started laughing uncontrollably. The dragon emperor, either by some coincidence or just taken by my mania, followed suit. We laughed and laughed at the absurdity of it all. We were like two children who got away with the cookie jar, it was silly but those little moments are what make life magical.

"We will be in trouble if the embryonic God Pill finds us in this state." Zhu Kun commented lightly as if in passing. We certainly weren't at peak battle shape, I had to dust off my binding vow rule book to pull a win back there. Gojo always complains I am too much of a binding vow merchant so I just laughed at his face for being a noob, binding vows are practically half of jujutsu itself. A cursed technique is like one liter of water contained in a bucket called the innate domain, binding vow allows sorcerers to change the parameter to the water, from liquid to solid or gaseous, or alter its shape for whatever purpose one desires like clay sculpture. That is how I "ported" cursed techniques, using binding vows to mimic their observed working principles to my foundational technique.

In the case of the Emperor Flame I used rhetoric to propose to myself the following question: what is the apocalyptic power of Emperor Flame when pitted against the grandeurs of the Cosmos?

The answer turned out to be nothing at all, really.

It is still too early for me to reach the Tyrant Realm, even if all the elements are in place the time is not yet right. So I basically used a binding vow that sealed off my trump card in order to tame the Emperor Flame. A troublesome situation that will persist until I ascend, not that I am overly worried. Even without the Origin Qi the Emperor Flame is a worthwhile prize that I can use at will. It has successfully merged with my starlight and the Emperor Flame not only has the unique attribute of all twenty-two abnormal flames but also a special ability of its own.

You could call it Phoenix fire – destruction is followed by renewal. Although many abnormal flames possess like the Life Spirit Flame is called Flame of Longevity for any person who obtains this flame would get a lifespan comparable to that of those beasts which are famous for their long lifespan, but only the Emperor Flame can "grant life".

My inheritance requires one to have a stone like heart. As long as a single thread of thought exists, one would never be destroyed.

This was no metaphor. Tou She Ancient God most probably intended for his successor to struggle in a cycle of destruction, being incinerated by the Emperor Flame, and revival as he used the power of the Emperor Flame to create a new body out of nowhere ad infinity until he managed to tame it.

Unfortunately, I am too strong to be destroyed by the Emperor Flame, landing me into the agony spot of perpetual heartburn that is healed just as quickly. An immortal cripple. It will take some time for my body to adjust and the Emperor Flame is not the kind of entity I can waved away with time.

The good thing is that this dual nature has great compatibility with the Wheel Tuning… though I guess now it is only Star Rage. Which is good since this kind of hax is pretty useless in the weight class that I intend to fight into. The fact I couldn't cure Zhu Kun's migraine with it tells me everything I need to know about relying on it to save me from a god's true face.

"Well, overall things went as well as we could have expected. We got the inheritance, precious intel about situations beyond this closed off world, and plundered a lot of treasure. Why don't we head back home then come back for the embryonic God Pill at a later date?" I suggested it easily.

Zhu Kun snorted at my audacity, "Simply as that? You really are absurd, you know that? Normally we would have to struggle in a race against other cultivators pinning for the same prize while watching our backs for ambush… and here you are stealing bread from their mouth at your leisure! Well, I can't say it wasn't a worthwhile story. Come with me to the Void Dragon Tribe, it is high time for you to experience some true hospitality. I am sure things have become a mess since I left it but it is still my home."

I smiled at his sincerity. Indeed, things didn't go as expected but a golden future is something one has to conquer and forge. It was also my responsibility to mend the precarious situation the magical beasts have been in after the greater garden crashed.

I was about to agree when the mansion started to shake violently.

"An earthquake? Here?" The dragon emperor asked incredulously and apprehensive. We knew it couldn't be it.

"No. Someone has opened the Mansion… the proper way." I concluded. The mansion was being dragged from the belly of the earth toward its surface. There is only one conclusion:

Someone has opened the Tou She Ancient God Mansion!

"It looks like we will get the average raiding experience after all, my friend." I say in exasperation that I did my best to get back on my feet. Producing a bottle of nectar, I gulp down half of it then pass it to him. "Drink it, fortify yourself. Until the work is done.

He took the bottle without hesitation and nodded, "Until victory is won!" Then gulped it down just as fast.

This was the Dou Qi continent. Dou Qi is what everyone seeks. Only the strong survive here! Disciple, Practitioner, Master, Grandmaster, Spirit, King, Emperor, Ancestor, Venerate, Saint, God... this accursed ladder has subsumed and dominated the lives of every single person in the continent.

For the crime of enslaving all the spirits of the world I would shatter it into a thousand pieces until it was nothing but a memory!

-//-​

[AUTHOR'S ROOM]

And here you thought things would go smoothly for Zagreus, didn't you? Reviled by the Fates isn't a figure of expression. The embryonic God Pill is the only hope the experts of the continent have against Zagreus and luck and heaven is on their side. That and some war crimes to smooth things over. While Wu Fou had ultimately lost, the fact he found a successor that managed to seize the Origin Qi that he manifested is bad news for them. The final battle for the fate of the Dou Qi continent starts now!
 
Battle Through the Heavens - 6
From the beginning things started going wrong. It took far too long for us to run back to the entrance of the Mansion. I have been in the heroic realm for so long that using my Heart Flame to boost my performance has become second nature, but now… Well, my situation is more precarious than I thought. The power of my Spirit outstripped the sturdiness of my flesh by magnitudes, burning a minute of Heart Blood in a moment lead to a rather catastrophic implosion. While not lethal – to me as I am now at least – it is too debilitating a handicap in a death battle where every second mattered. There was no way around it, I was deprived of a hero's greatest strength for the time being.

Not that this would deter me, adversities like that are unavoidable in the life of any cultivator of virtue. That is why we call them tribulations and they are the most important part. I will just have to place my faith in myself, that this handicap doesn't matter as long as I am simply better than the vultures biting at my heels.

I recall old lessons with Jeon Jeon as he oriented me how fire benders cooled their spirits in order to bend lightning. A hero is consigned to burn but the reflexive strokes of passions that incense and stroke the Heart Flame into an inferno are now more a liability than an advantage. I will have to keep it in check unless absolutely necessary.

Thanks to this mental focus me and Zhu Kun managed to track our way back while using the time to adjust to our new capacities. Zhu Kun has been marked by a higher power, namely me. The constitution of the void dragon tribe seems to have good compatibility with my Star Rage but his grip in it is still tenuous. I cheated some by mimicking the prothean experience sharing ability through my rhetoric to give him a 'cheat sheet' but there is a world of difference between second and firsthand experience.

By the time we reached the exit gate that world that greeted us was a pandemonium. The Academy had become a battleground as faculty members and students found themselves in the crosshair of the bolt between the embryonic God Pill spirit and a cradle of powerhouse cultivators. The underground magma bed had overflowed the entire facility killing the mortal staff who lacked a cultivator's speed to run away from the incoming magma flood.

The sins of cultivators in full display proudly under the sun as if they were something to be bragged about.

"Zi Yan!" The dragon emperor suddenly screams the name of his daughter. "She is here, I can sense her. Zagreus, please!"

I understood what he meant. Right now nobody realized yet that we are here, the cultivators are too busy fighting the God Pill. Which should be our priority, making a detour at a critical juncture…

"Lead the way! I will cloak our approach so we can procure unmolested. But once we find her, she has to leave! In such a place she is dead weight at best and a hostage at worst!" I say without preamble or hesitation. Just because battle aura cultivators are throwing away their humanity like so much as trash for a chance to claw their way up the ladder doesn't mean I had to do the same.

Zhu Kun nodded in gratitude at my grace in the face of adversity, because this decision would bite us in the ass! Gods be damned but I couldn't regret it either. In the same position…

If there is something any true philosopher excels at, it was moving about unmolested and unnoticed when he wanted to. We moved like bolts of light yet to any who bother to look we were just another fleeing cultivation scouring away to avoid the attention of our betters. And yet the dragon emperor's nose only leads us toward the battlefield. I suddenly had a presentment brought about my decades educating children.

"Bloody teenagers," sure enough, we found our guarri. She was a purple bean of a girl, way too young for a thousand years old dragon but her pneuma was unmistakable that of an Ancient Void Dragon and she is in a bad shape. Blood, battered, and bruised she still made a point to look defiant as a cradle of students hid behind her like frightened sheep shielding behind the guard hound.

Close to her I could see a downed void dragon, a giant man with tanned skin and purple mane, a low rank Battle Saint at that. "Mistress, I implore you! Run away as far as you can, you are the hope of our Ancient Void Dragon Tribe. You have to live! This Hei Qing will use this to open a way." He implored.

"I won't!" She answered without waiting a bit. "Why did I camp in this dump for so long then? I refuse to leave it be for nothing! And I refuse to leave anyone behind ever again! I won't! I would rather die, it would be easier!" The bean of a girl said with a mix of fury, despair, and tenacity.

"Hah, the kind of stupidity one would expect from a mere beast. Your void clan might be the strongest magical beast species but before the combined might of all the venerable clans you are nothing but prey!" An old and fateful battle saint in garish robes gloated, getting off from the panic he was inducing in the cornered students. "The Jia Nan Academy has always been an eyesore, arrogantly rubbing shoulders with us. But now its golden eggs will be used as ingredients to birth a new battle god! Be honored. Be honored and d-

That was as far as he got. The coup the grace aimed at the dragon princess as summarily arrested before another strand of hair from her head could be ruffled.

"Die." With a gesture from his clawed finger the dragon emperor casually killed another battle saint that was in the same level as him as if he was so much as trash. The onlookers couldn't even understand what happened, for them it was as if everything below the neck of the fatty became a pile of gore in a single instant.

The oppressive battle aura of the dragon emperor falls through the battlefield like an oppressive blanket shocking the life of all unfortunate presents. Only two other combatants had similar standing, and they were too busy clawing at each other. The patsies of the defunct man looked at his dead body with incomprehension before being taken by primal fear at the unforgiving stare Zhu Kun bore at their transgression.

Once the first cultivator bolted the rest followed suit, to no avail. With a single swing from his clawed hand the dragon emperor created a vacuum blade of void that cleaved through the retreating crowd, reducing them into a bloody mist.

Silence followed as all present couldn't believe this sudden development. All save for only two. Daughter and father looked at each other in rapture, their reencounter was less than ideal and completely unexpected. It was clear that their bond was special, adamant wrought, just by the candor that entered their eyes the moment they entered each other's sight despite the time apart.

Zi Yan moved first, nothing of the previously tenacious gaze in the face of certain doom remained. She entered a cycle of incredulity, followed acceptance, succeeded by happiness and relief that were overwhelmed by anger and pent up resentment. She started bawling her eyes out while screaming and swinging her arms while running toward her father and assaulting him with all her remaining strength while babbling thousand years of frustration in seconds.

The only reason she didn't fly to him was the limp wing hanging at her back, a truly pitiful sight. Any parent would feel their heart constrict as if it was being crushed… the heartburn from the Emperor flame seems to become nearly unbearable at the sight of the proud and haunt dragon emperor fussing over the small Zi Yan in his knees so they could be at eye level.

"Child, stop crying, stop crying. It is all my fault. Father will listen to you no matter what you say in the future. I can swear if you don't believe me!" The dragon emperor implored while struggling between hugging the dragon princess as she flailed at him with her only working arm and fussing over her injuries.

I wanted to give the two of them this moment but we were all slaves of grim necessity at the moment.

Without making a sound I revealed myself at their side by placing a hand over the princess head. "Observe carefully, Zhu Kun. This will serve you well in the incoming battle."

"Wha- who are you?!" Zi Yan asked, startled but her father's firm grip prevented her from moving.

I used Star Rage to fill the princess soul with light and look over it… "You ate a shapeshifting flower and ended up stuck as a kid? Honestly, you really are father and daughter, aren't you?" I say doing my best to contain my mirth at the hilarity of it all.

"SHUT UP! I had my reasons, okay?" Zi Yan complained red as a pepper yet she did not move from my touch as her wounds rapidly healed and her form aged into a young woman in the sprint of her youth.

"There we are. Not the full makeover that I gave your dad but you can still be qualified as a virtuous beast from now on." I say as I quickly produce some resources from my inner garden to give her a more fitting dress. "Now I need you to take your friends and leave."

"What? No way! This hopeless old geezer is not getting out of my sight again!" She protested.

"Please, child. The battle to come will decide the fate of the Dou Qi continent. You can smell it as well, can't you? The embryonic God Pill stored inside the Tou She Mansion escaped. While I don't know the clans currently fighting for it I can say that they are the powerhouses of this generation." Zhu Kun explained.

"Yet you two wasted time looking for me," the dragon princess said in self-chastisement.

"None of that." I say while smacking the top of her head to kick her out of her funk.

"What? You dare!?" She protested in indignation.

"I care." I answer unperturbed. "If I so desired, I could carpet bomb this entire place. Like I did to the Soul Clan."

My words sank in as Zi Yan realized what kind of company her father was keeping. To her credit she was a girl of action and moved quickly to what mattered. "I can still fight. Let me help you! I won't be a burden!"

"Maybe, but you are of more use evacuating all the students, it is something only you can do as the two of us are just strangers to them. My virtuous heart won't accept collateral damage so do this for us. This will let us fight unobstructed." I said as the Wonderland feline manifested at her leg. "I will leave this troublesome fellow with you. We will create a distraction, use it to rescue as many people as you can then wait for us."

"… you are really sly, you know that?" The dragon princess complains, unable to find a hole in my logic. Then she turns toward her father with exasperation and aching longing. "You better survive this!

"Do you hear me?" She emphasized.

"Ha! Yes, yes, I heard you." He conceded then turned toward me. "So, what kind of distraction are you planning exactly?"

I smiled grimly. "The only one we have left. I opened my ears to the grapevines on my way here. This is an alliance between the remaining venerable clans. They rightfully realized that their best days are behind them as long as I stuck around so the Ancient, Thunder, and Fire clans press ganged the Medicine and Stone clans to join the coalition… by destroying the Spirit and Sand Sound (Xiao) clans and taking their jade tokens in the process as a show of force."

"That is barbarous! It seems all the venerable clans managed to cling to the fading power of Battle God Bloodline by being birds of a feather with the Soul clan." Zhu Kun spat.

"Yes, and therein lies their weakness. While keeping this in mind it is easy to entice them by dangling a prize that they can't ignore in front of them." I say with confidence.

-//-​

Jia Nan Academy, the once prestigious academy, became a fierce battlefield. A force not seen since ancient times had assembled in a final gambit for the inheritance of the Tou She Ancient God. Battle saints by the dozens and over one hundred Venerates had assembled while bringing the trump cards of their clans on their backs as if those treasures were nothing but curious trinkets. Then again, they might as well be.

The sight of the ultimate fate of the Soul clan had robbed the sleep of all self-respected cultivators of the continent. In this world ruled by power they had believed in the privacy of their minds to be truly strong. That if only Heaven would give them the chance, they could live up to it and become the next Battle God.

Then the Soul clan, who had secretly amassed enough power and resources to fight off the entire continent, was summarily destroyed. Its perpetrator didn't even have to lift a single finger either. It was over before it even began, and they learned close to nothing about the man responsible. He even dared any and all cultivators from the continent to gang up against him, and to their eternal shame, none answered the challenge.

That day the lords of the continent experienced true humiliation and learned the meaning of despair. Their situation was hopeless. Who in their right mind would even try? The current coalition is their last hope, even if a saint is powerless surely a battle god can do something about the invader. Surely.

Speed was of the essence. The normal vagaries and long bickering sessions would get nowhere. That is why the venerable clan alliance was moving with certainty, delivering an ultimatum to all: you were fully with them or an enemy that had to be eliminated. What were old promises and camaraderie when their very future was at stake?

Now this force is doing their all to restrain the rampaging God Pill spirit. Through the keen insight of the Medicine clan they divined the impostor Flame God for who it really was. The battle that followed was fierce, shaking the heaven and splitting the earth but the venerable alliance was close to seizing the day. Gu Yuan, strongest cultivator of the continent now that Hun Tiandi has passed, chief of the Ancient clan and leader of the coalition this family secret knowledge about seals, trigrams, and formations to restrain the God Pill using the jade token as a focus.

"Eight Trigrams Pill Suppression Seal!"

The embryonic God Pill struggled with all of its might, the sweet aroma of burning herbs emitted from its battle aura was capable of igniting the dou qi itself. This fearsome ability killed many Venerates and wounded many more saints but now its struggle came to an end. Victory was theirs!

Or it should be until the world stops making sense.

The grim and smudged cinder horizon was suddenly replaced by a pristine aurora. It was as if reality had become the canvas of a benevolent god. Rosy skies crowned with golden clouds are supported by an archipelago of verdant sacred mountains bearing lapis lazuli peaks surrounded by aquamarine sea. An ever-distant utopia that boggles the mind and assaults the senses. Stendhal syndrome, the sight was of such enrapturing beauty that all onlookers that they experience a system shock that have among its symptoms rapid heartbeat, fainting, confusion, even hallucinations, and cardiac arrest which risk death.

"Penglai Style," Gu Yuan said with a struggling breath. The ancient clan lived to its name and managed to scavenger records that reported such entities. Unfortunately, even for ancient times garden cultivation was just a fairy tale. All references to it are anecdotal, the sacred island where the immortals reside.

Gu Yuan knew though that the only xian that governed such a mythic place would never accept him anymore after what he had done. He looked at the white silhouette crowned in by an aura of twenty tree colors. Zagreus, the Tyrant Star. The proud sun shining over the sacred island of paradise.

This time he wore a richly adorned beizi made from resources harvested in the island. Hallowed as he was, Zagreus truly looked the part of a heavenly emperor.

He didn't speak though. The voice that quaked the heaven and lived rent free in the mind of all who heard had yet to manifest itself. That was why all the presents were too slow to react to what came next.

Zagreus brings one palm parallel to his throat and another to his stomach then he retracts the ring and pinky fingers back then starts to pry them apart in a slow circular motion as if struggling against an unspeakable weight. Then the sparks started to fly. A lightning currency made of pure light and adorned by a rainbow of twenty-three colors.

"Scatter! Now!" Screamed the leader of the Ancient clan as he desperately prepared the best defensive array he could manage in short notice. His subordinates did as instructed but it was too little too late.

As Zagreus continued his circular motion the power of the Emperor Flame soared.

Every battle aura cultivator must choose a Dou Qi Method once they ascend from Disciple to Practitioner. This is worth mentioning because the choice of Dou Qi Method is the most important decision to a young cultivator. Unlike Dou Qi Skills a cultivator can only practice one Dou Qi Method at a time and while changing Method is possible, the greater the disparity between old and new styles and the higher one current level of cultivation is the harder it gets depending on natural affinity, talent, and body. Picking the wrong style breaks a cultivator.

Dou Qi Methods give shape to your Dou Qi. Power is nothing if it has no form. It is like an Operating system for your Dou Qi. It determines how your Dou Qi will flow, what shape it will take, and how it will react. It determines the amount of Dou Qi that is stored in its user's body, how quickly their user recovers Dou Qi by absorbing it from their surroundings, its quality and ease of use.

While those things wouldn't normally matter to a cultivator of virtue such as Zagreus but in order to subsume the Emperor Flame into his Heart Flame more smoothly, he used the methodology of the Flame Mantra as a source of inspiration. Dou Qi Methods follow the same qualification system as Skills: Yellow, Black, Earth, and Heaven. The Flame Mantra is special in that while it is of the lowest rank it can evolve on the precondition that Abnormal Flame is used as primary material.

Abnormal Flames are some of the most violent forms of energy in this world. Even if one finds it, no one can guarantee that they will be able to swallow it. Although this Qi method is powerful, the success rate of training was not even 20%. Worse yet, the Flame Mantra only shows its true worth once a cultivator absorbs more than one Abnormal Flame. Only after the second kind of Abnormal Flame was also successfully swallowed and the two different flames merged would it cause someone to undergo a thorough change as though one was reborn.

The Emperor Flame, being the first ranked Heavenly Flame, the fusion of all the twenty-two most powerful abnormal flames in the world that comprised the Heavenly Flame ranking is the product of such a cultivation Method. The raging power resulting from the confluence of these sources create the chaotic attrition that brings the Flame Mantra to its zenith.

Zagreus is not a dou qi cultivator, their ladder can't be used to quantify him… Even so, although this Method is dangerous beyond one's wildest dreams, there is no doubting its potential. If it is truly mastered… in the Dou Qi Continent, with the exception of a few irregulars no one else would be capable to match such cultivators.

Zagreus pointed his finder toward the venerable clans. His next attack was a mix of energy bending with lightning bending theory. Using the vestige of the Yin-Yang Twin Flame (21º ranked) as a linchpin he instigated disorder and instigated an imbalance deep in one's guts and then when they crashed back together Zagreus provided release and guidance, creating a twenty-three colored lightning.

The world was consumed by light as the light spectrum itself broke as the rules of nature struggled against an unprecedented phenomenon. The thunder that followed was all the declaration that Zagreus needed to express his intentions. The venerable alliance was scattered and frightened and the captured God Pill managed to slip from their clutch.

"Fool," Zagreus says while pinning the pill spirit with his most withering gaze. "This is the last chance anyone will give you, and one more than you deserve. Submit to my mercy, embryonic God Pill. The power you contain is nothing but an apple of discord in the continent. People will always pursue you. I alone can shelter you." He said as a formality, whether due to an inborn cockiness of spirit or a mental malady from a lifetime of captivity the heart of the pill spirit was now a demon.

"You acquired the true inheritance of the Flame God? But how did you absorb it so quickly? No… I see it now." The pill spirit smiled crookedly. "You might have claimed the inheritance but are not a true Battle God yet. Gu Yuan!" The God Pill screamed at his would-be captor. "This is our chance! This bastard was forced to arrest the succession ritual of the Tou She Ancient God due to your involvement. Ascension to the Battle God level through the use of pills is not ideal, especially when pitted against a monster like that. If left alone he will become an unstoppable Battle God… but right now he must be struggling. The Emperor Flame is not something a mere battle saint can wield! This is our only chance!"

Zagreus closed his eyes in exasperation and disappointment. Sure, the God Pill was definitely right about him… the only mistake was trying to judge him by their standards. He was a cultivator of virtue, what he cultivates is the 'Self'. His tripartite soul is like a chariot, If his Spirit manages to advance ahead it is only natural for it to drag Reason and Hunger with it less the whole thing bursts apart. Time to show them what this truly meant.

"A shame. Then burn to ash along with this era." A hundred hands of manifested intention perform a hypnotic sequence of mudras and hand signs as Zagreus lifted his two hands of flesh and blood. Afterward he widened his mouth. Bright brilliant light shot out. Finally, it soared with the wind. It actually turned into a square that appeared in the sky. "Heavenly Flame Square!"

Embryonic God Pill was startled at the somewhat familiar thing. He couldn't understand why Zagreus would go through the trouble of taking the Heavenly Flame Square that is out of the Ancient God Mansion. While impressive, those Heavenly Flame did not have much strength. They were mere tokens.

"In the name of the Flame God, all flames in the world listen to my command!" Zagreus once more spoke with the voice capable of shaking heaven. It was as the God Pill had predicted. The feat that had once been casual now seems to strain him to the verge of death. Zagreus was bleeding from every orifice as he spoke yet his world was worrisome enough that in hindsight it seems extremely foolish to think such a man harmless due to this handicap. When a Heavenly Flame is present, all other flames fear and follow it because they are the kings of flames and all other flames naturally serve it. Double so in the case of the Emperor Flame!

Gu Yuan flew toward the Heavenly Flame Square like a golden arrow. "You heard the God Pill, this is our one and only golden opportunity! Let's defeat the invader here and bring once more peace to the Dou Qi continent!" He ordered and the once disordered and hesitant combatants were filled with confidence and determination. Forming a glorious march toward their hated foreigner foe.

"The twenty-third rank on the Heavenly Flame ranking, Mysterious Yellow Flame, in position!" Zagreus ordered, unconcerned with the barking dogs at his heels. The Heart Flame behind his eyes intensified as a loud explosion sound from a mountain that was fifty thousand kilometers from the Academy. A deep yellow flame shot out like a streak of light. Finally, it became like a falling star that cut through the sky. Within a short instant, it had already appeared above the Academy. Finally, it directly landed on the stone pillar on the Heavenly Flame square. After this deep yellow flame shot into the stone pillar. The Mysterious Yellow Flame rising from it suddenly soared. It turned into a fire pillar shot towards the sky.

The venerable coalition were all arrested by a premonition of death as four pillars of pure necrotic energy as four grave knights clad in obsidian and ivory bone assumed guarding position by manifesting each a tombstone from wraith bone. All who witnessed the end of the Soul clan recognized it as the Deathly Silence Gate. The deadly formation drains the battle aura of combatants, and traps them into a dimensional pocket of death. It was thanks to the foresight of the Ancient clan who prepared an array predicting this occasion that their forces didn't suffer the same fate of the Soul Clan.

"Twenty-second on the Heavenly Flame Ranking. Ten Thousand Beast Spirit Flame, in position!"

The embryonic God Pill had its own form of defense against such formation, warding it off with its igniting battle aura. The dragon tooth generals manifested contingents of flying units to impede its movement but the pill spirit was a cut above the rest and powered through all minions in pursuit of the helpless boss. Even when the mountains and sea of sacred Penglai slammed into him like a battering ham the God Pill held its ground and toughed through, actually managing to reach the Heavenly Flame Square, just to be greeted by the Tyrant Star newest retainer. The God Pill's aromatic igniting aura found his match in the Dragon Slaying Sword, seriously injuring it while pushing it all the way back together with the venerable alliance.

"Twentieth on the Heavenly Flame Ranking, Ghostly Poison Flame, in position!" A pale purple flame surged out from across the continent and charged towards a stone pillar.

Countless individuals were completely stunned as they watched this spectacular scene. Each time Zagreus's cry sounded, there would be a Heavenly Flame breaking through the sky and arriving. Finally, it would obey his order and enter the stone pillar. That appearance was as though Zagreus had transformed into the emperor of all flames. None of these flames dared disobey him!

This spectacular scene caused one's blood to boil from excitement when looking at it. That all mighty feeling of having everything in the world obey one's orders caused one to feel an incomparable respect and envy. It seemed that even if a Heavenly Flame might possess their respective owners all of them easily escaped from the bodies of their owners after being summoned by Zagreus. They were subsequently shot into the stone pillars.

Was it any wonder then that the same would be true for magical beasts? The king of all beasts, Ancient Void Dragon Emperor, Zhu Kun, who had disappeared for thousands of years now reemerged. A powerhouse capable of rivaling even the chief of the Ancient clan.

"Eighteenth on the Heavenly Flame Ranking, Wind and Thunder Fury Flame, in position!"

With six Heavenly Flames gathered like brilliant pillars of light supporting heaven itself the promise of the Tyrant Star starts to take shape. His first lightning attack had been just a trial, now the power of the heavenly flames gathers in a volatile sphere of power that compresses while at the same time expanding creating a ring of light containing the apocalyptic combined power of the heavenly flames into a voltaic arc.

It was the eye of the hurricane, inside of the ring one could see the wider cosmos. It was as if the band of light had become a cosmic peeping hole. The barely contained band vibrated the air with such intensity that all voices, safe one, were drowned out by the issued sound.

"Deploying Heavenly Flame Incineration Burial Array – hear me one and all! The Time of Birth Hath Comes, I am the Remedy of Eternity." Zagreus declared with a monotonous sounding voice as if this battle was nothing but a shore. "With this I will burn you a lot like the garbage you are. Now, seventeenth on the Heavenly Flame Ranking, Fire Mountain Rock Flame, in position!"

Despair gripped the heart of the venerable clansmen, their true adversary was the combined power of the entire Heavenly Flame ranking. That is what it means to defy the Emperor Flame. This is a power more fitting to a realized Battle God, that Zagreus could already use. It showed the kind of monster they were pitted against. Their only saving grace was the prohibitive time it takes to set up such a formation. The venerable alliance had to commit all of their resources to stop this array from being complete or they would lose!

This was the decisive battle for the fate of the Dou Qi continent! The winner would take it all, the loser would be committed to historical records.

-//-​

[AUTHOR NOTES]

Hey people, hope you like what I set up. Nothing like the hammer flying over one's head for people to forget the greater picture in favor of what is right in front of them. Zagreus didn't need to go through the complicated set up, his manifested garden in the central plains has all the power he needs to carpet bomb the place. Even if he is outside of his garden, he can still remotely command it. He didn't need to go full Goetia in the cultivator's asses but this gives Zi Yan all the time she needs to get her friends and get the hell out of dodge without being molested.

And these kids are why you should go out and touch grass at least once a week. The God Pill was counting on people's greed to preserve its life, he never thought of the possibility of someone simply killing him. It wasn't just because Zagreus is unique either. With the Flame God inheritance in hand any cultivator would focus on keeping the God Pill from rivals so that nobody could threaten his power. This was a predictable outcome.

While Zagreus is in no condition to fist fight with anyone, being basically a cardiac arrest super Saiyan Goku, garden cultivators fight through natural phenomena at each other – mystic garden magic.
 
Battle Through the Heavens - 7
"Sixteenth on the Heavenly Flame ranking, Flaming Cloud Water Flame, in position!" Zagreus shouted with a voice capable of shaking heaven and earth. Even if his body was clearly struggling and overexerting, nothing of it showed on his firm voice and the flame in possession of Huo Yao from the Fire clan fled his body as another fire streak cut through the sky to seat in the Heavenly Flame Square. Another tongue of fire cut the heaven and another band of light added to the cremation burial array that intended to bury this age of struggle.

The casual feat of stealing a heavenly flame was a blow below the belt for the venerable alliance. As the most powerful clans they monopolize together over ten of the ranked abnormal flames. It not only represented a significant loss of battle power but also crippled some of their most powerful combatants. The violent loss of a heavenly flame comes from the effective loss of more than half of the owner's original strength.

"Fifteenth on the Heavenly Flame ranking, Sea Heart Flame, in position!"

"This is a critical moment for our clan's survival! Activate the Heavenly Transformation Yao Formation!" Screamed the patriarch of the Medicine clan as his battle aura soared and his clan tattoos activated in his forehead with coruscant light. The medicine clan resorted to their trump card in a moment of despair, dozens of pillars of light containing hundreds of thousands of medicine pills shot up into the air. "In the name of the pills! Founding Ancestor Return!"

At this declaration their communal effort condensed into an eidolon of a venerable cultivator made of pure golden light. As he manifested, the Yao clan showered him with greetings and prayers. The specter of the Medicine God graced the Dou Qi continent for the first time in epochs. Using a soul fragment left of him by his descendants to manifest a memory of intention. A fitting trump card for a venerable clan, remnants of ancient races that relied on the power of blood they so desperately cling to.

Alas, Battle God or not, it was just a shadow of what once was. A Puppet without memory or soul. Zagreus snorted in derision at the trump card of the Medicine clan as if saying he was unimpressed, then at his snap fingers the biggest mountain of sacred Penglai split open to reveal a pillar of light dragging something up to the dragon emperor.

"Fourteenth on the Heavenly Flame ranking, Fallen Heart Flame, in position!" Zagreus proclaimed to invoke a colorless flame snake from the magma bed that once had been the Blazing Sky Qi Refining Tower used by Jia Nan Academy as a Training Cheat Machine for millennia. If the Fallen Heart Flame' and another flame that was ranked between five and ten were placed in front of any cultivator for him to choose, it was likely that most of them would choose the former. For no other reason other than its ability to repeatedly provide Dou Qi to their bodies with a refining effect throughout the day and night was too attractive an offer. Yet the sight of such a treasure barely elicited any attention compared to what lay in front of the dragon emperor.

The block of green to yellow jade mountain side opens to reveal a sword unlike any other, made from and embody the sacred island itself. Its emerald mountain as the core and handle, the azure sea as its body, and it's golden clouds and crowing rainbow as its edge. This was the [Blade of the Clouds Sea], an artifact that embody millions of years of cultivation. Even the dragon emperor visibly struggled brandishing such weapon eve as he marveled at it.

"Such a beautifully strong blade," Zhu Kun parroted in wonderment as he pointed it against the Medicine God's ghost. "It is my honor and privilege to kill a god with such a treasure." With a purposeful swing of the blade the dragon emperor created a trail of mountains and sea wherever the [Blade of the Clouds Sea]. Using his swordsmanship Zhu Kun perfectly in his long lifetime the dragon emperor performed a masterful display. "Grand as the ocean and sky, always changing and never ending! If I keep going… I can create millions of blades – Blades of the Cloudy Sea!"

"Thirteenth on the Heavenly Flame ranking, Turtle Spirit Earthly Flame, in position!"

As another Heavenly Flame abandoned a member of the Medicine clan, the Medicine God manifested a luxurious Medicinal Caldron of intention to pit against the slit storm of blades that converged and synergized with each other. Immovable object was pitted against unstoppable force as their clash grounded mountains into sand. It was a clash of myth, not seen since ancient times. Yet only one was true while the other was a spurious mimicry. The battle aura eidolon of the Medicine God was overwhelmed, then overpowered, and finally destroyed in a grand display that scarred the continent with a new valley of lush and vibrant colors due to the sacred qi of Penglai.

The look of the Medicine clansmen said it all, it was as if they had already lost. They felt down to their souls that their ancestor soul fragment had been annihilated, something precious and irreplaceable in their bloodline disappeared completely never to return.

"Twelfth on the Heavenly Flame ranking, Nine Dragon Thunder Astral Flame, in position!" Zagreus proclaimed as a gentle silver flame containing the aura of nine dragons capable of suppressing spiritual power flighted toward its place in the Heavenly Flame Square and expected to battle as if endowed with intelligence.

"Zagreus! My Ancient clan isn't like any other clan you can slaughter at your leisure! Don't think you will walk out of here alive!" Gu Yuan shouted in defiance to keep his subordinates' crumbling morale from collapsing.

"ANCIENT CLAN SEALING CLAW FORMATION!"

Shouted the strongest battle energy cultivator of the continent… more like the strongest available really. Said that his display of courage was enough to spur the other venerable clans as well.

"NINE DRAGON SKY LIGHTNING FORMATION!"

"FIRE CLAN GREAT BURNING SKY!"

The array of four Deathly Silent Gates called Deathly Realm Formation was being overwhelmed by their combined attack. Maybe if Zagreus had not revealed this trump card of the Soul clan it could have played a more decisive effect in the battle but forewarned is forearmed and the clans set up counters for this fearsome array. The backlash to the dragon tooth generals was overwhelming, their bodies were broken into pieces that scattered throughout the battlefield. Any normal puppet would be considered lost forever… Yet Zagreus was both unbothered, and worse unharmed. That fearsome combined attack capable of overpowering the legendary formation from ancient times didn't even ruffle his tunics! The dragon emperor by his side as a diligent bodyguard was also unbothered.

"Eleventh on the Heavenly Flame ranking, Bone Chilling Flame, in position!" Zagreus says almost as mockery, practically saying that the venerable alliance achievement means nothing.

"We managed to destroy his array, now is the time to strike!" Gu Yuan ordered for the sake of his subordinates. The dragon emperor might be formidable but so was his own, who rivaled his. Even if that sword turns things in the dragon emperor's favor the Medicine clan managed to heal the God Pill to the point it can turn things in their favor. "Attack! ANCIENT GOD MIRROR!"

"Tenth on the Heavenly Flame ranking, Nine Serene Wind Flame, in position!"

Zhu Kun performed another Blades of the Cloudy Seas against the incoming attackers. The calamitous power of three half battle gods was such that the magma sea bed was split apart. Battle Venerates were dropping like flies from stray shots. The Fire clan, realizing their own Heavenly Flames were about to be stolen, used their secret techniques to make up for the difference as did the elder Yao Wanhuo, holder of the 10th​ ranked flame.

In the end their combined might prove to rival that of the dragon emperor despite the vital pneuma of sacred Penglai boosting him to new apex of power and the ancient artifact in his hand. The two sides found themselves locked in a fierce tug of war as they struggled for dominance. This lapse in commitment was the golden opportunity that Gu Yuan so desperately tried to create as he emerged from the battle aura storm by sidestepping the whole thing. Gambling it all into a decisive strike. "GOD SEALING THOUSAND PALMS!"

The patriarch of the Ancient Clan gambled his own life into a decisive strike. His sharp senses and experience allowed him to finally reach Zagreus but it would be for naught if he did not manage to put his enemy out of commission. Even among venerable clans the Ancient clan set itself apart due, this is in part due to their proficiency with seals. Every member has to pass a adulthood ritual performed using an imperial brush left behind by its ancestor capable of quantifying the power of the Battle God bloodline in strokes going from one to ten; this is how the Ancient clan managed to preserve their bloodline through careful management of its young blood through dozens of thousands of years.

As the patriarch of the clan his blood is of the highest purity, making his tattoo rainbow gold rank. This tattoo also allows the recipient to overclock their blood in moments of necessity and danger, granting a temporary boost in power. Gu Yuan went further than that though. He set his clan tattoo to literally burn through his bloodline power for ever further power. This is the gambit of his lifetime. A conflagration of power that eclipsed even the combined power of the combined alliance pitted against the dragon emperor.

"Ninth on the Heavenly Flame ranking, Three Thousand Star Fire Flame, in position!" Said Zagreus, unfazed by the hands of violent intention that slowed down to a crawl at centimeters from his face. "You are wise to distrust the embryonic God Pill but your inability to truly work together in earnest is your downfall. Had the two of you attacked me at once the outcome would have been different." He boasted behind his kósmos barrier.

"Your time just ran out, the unseen cost of tunnel vision." Zagreus gloated at a joke only he could understand with an aristocratic look of derision reserved to the rabble. The dragon princess fulfilled her task perfectly without the venerable alliance being none the wiser and now they could fight unrestrained. "Behold, RAGING HEAVEN!"

At his world the world was consumed by a flash of light and next they knew the clear skies had been covered by a curtain of storm clouds as far as the eyes could see. The effect was instantaneous, the heavens was the domain of gods and beasts, not men. All wings were clipped, the flight ability cultivators take for granted was stripped from them and Tribulation Lightning fell from the storm crown like a million of arrows. The storm cared not for their standings or pedigree, it only cared to tear them apart. Divine Punishment manifested for a cultivator's foundational conceit, it blocked all mundane and mystical senses with deafening thunder and heavy curtain of water to the point none could see a palm in front of their faces. Suddenly their coalition was made mote, all cultivators have to face Raging Heaven on their lonesome.

"Eighth on the Heavenly Flame ranking, Red Lotus Karma Flame, in position!" Yet that roaring voice still penetrated the storm and out blared the thunder. The countdown to their deaths.

Alas, when every man is left to fend for himself, alone and afraid while subjected to the rashness of nature, his brother starts to look like a handhold needing to pull himself from the precipice. The hunger for standing was a natural element of every human soul, and the temptation to abuse that standing was ever with us. Not always for its own sake, perhaps, but all too often opportunities presented themselves just out of reach, and all too often there were other people, subordinates or friends or even family, positioned just right to act as stepping stones so you could close that distance.

For the Embryonic God Pill it wasn't even a question at all.

"Seventh on the Heavenly Flame ranking, Nine Serene Golden Ancestor Flame, in position!"

The pulverized body of the dragon tooth generals now bloomed into an ivory garden of death. The land locked cultivators found themselves surrounded by an emerging army of dragon tooth warriors and were being viciously attacked under the coverage of heavy rain that dazzled their senses, making it impossible to differentiate between friend and foe. A perfect killing box, the alliance had been effectively scattered. Now it was every man for himself and who could successfully standalone against that?

"Sixth on the Heavenly Flame ranking, Eight Desolations Annihilation Flame, in position!"

These Battle Venerates and Saints had once upon a time stood at the top of the world, and together they were an army capable of slaughtering all the empires and institutions of the Dou Qi continent. Yet their power availed them nothing, they had become cattle waiting for the slaughter. Is it any surprise then when someone else decides to make use of them? The Embryonic God Pill was created from some remnant of Origin Qi, while not enough to allow one break through yet if it feeds on enough battle aura it is possible for it to become a true God Pill.

The Bloody Array from the Soul clan intended to do so by sacrificing millions… but a lack of quantity can always be made up for with cheer quality. The Pill Spirit slaughtered everything in its wake in order to complete itself. Even the sweet smell of burning medicine herbs was washed by the rain, allowing it to kill with impunity and feast on venerable clan cultivators as it pleased.

"Fifth on the Heavenly Flame ranking, Life Spirit Flame, in position!"

Yet the veritable sword of Damocles hanging over its head took away any pleasure its freedom might have elated. It desperately thought itself justified in its reasoning, there was no way for it to trust Zagreus' proposition at face value. Right? He was not at fault here, surely. Surely. So it burned and it devoured everything in its path, making use of the might it had been born with. Even then it wasn't enough, battle Venerates were like drops in the bucket, barely worth the effort. He needed more, and quickly. But it was like searching for a needle in a ray pile. Or so the pill spirit though, until it happened.

"Fourth on the Heavenly Flame ranking, Gold Emperor Incinerating Heavenly Flame, in position!"

The Gold Emperor Incinerating Heavenly Flame has been in the possession of the Ancient clan for so long it became synonymous to it. A power fit for the strongest venerable clan, the 4th​ ranked was unmistakable, infamous for being powerful enough to burn even the demiplanes created by Battle Saints. Indeed, its light could pierce even the penumbra of raging heaven. The embryonic God Pill bolted; its destination finally clear.

"Third on the Heavenly Flame ranking, Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, in position!"

The embryonic God Pill felt for the first time the terror and exhilaration of balancing in the knife's edge. In a sense it was glad, that was what freedom was all about. As the main architect for the prison break of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame and Nihility Devouring Flame it knew well that the power of these two abnormal flames could not be measured by the mettle of cultivators. Said that the pill spirit held little hope that they could resist Zagreus' command. No, the best the pill spirit could hope for was that their struggle buys it some time before the Tyrant Star seize them in hand. If neither being sealed is a demiplane nor having an owner prevent them from being summoned then their fate was sealed. Everything the pill spirit could count on was its final gambit.

Heaven smiles down at the Embryonic God Pill. He found Gu Yuan, the once proud patriarch of the Ancient clan, helplessly struggling on his hands and knees in the mud. The shock of having his heavenly flame stolen was too much in his already debilitated state, he was as helpless as he ever was in his life. As soon as their gazes crossed Gu Yuan seemed to understand the God Pills intention, after all it was what he himself had done when he almost captured the pill spirit and their positions were inverted. He wasted his final breath bargaining for his life and pleading that fell in deaf ears. The embryonic God Pill set his hunger on Gu Yuan in order to become complete!

"Second on the Heavenly Flame ranking, Nihility Devouring Flame, in position!" With Zagreus' final declaration the dou qi continent was once more witness of the combined power of all heavenly flames that had once set half of the continent on fire ten thousand years ago. Twenty-two tongues of fire that bridged heaven to earth and the colossal band of light holding their combined power.

However even the light of these heavenly flames got outshined by the pillar of fire smoking of medicine herbs that parted the storm blanked of raging heaven. "Behold! I am the Pill God! Zagreus, don't think you have already won!" Declared the first Battle God to walk the Dou Qi continent in ten thousand years.

-//-​

Well, that was a thing that happened, I guess. From a certain point of view this is excellent news, positive proof that Origin Qi can be bided to multiply. It would suck to create a new realm just to soft-lock it due to the extinction of Origin Qi.

But I digress, Battle God, was it? It was evident why it would be so overwhelming for lower level cultivators. Battle Saints set themselves apart from lover level cultivators for their ability to freely manipulate the energy of heaven and earth for offense and defense. The reason an elite Dou Sheng was so powerful was not because of the great strength of their Dou Qi. Instead, it was because they could maneuver the natural energy without restraint to attack and defend. You know, like any fresh behind the ears garden cultivator who just created his inner garden can do… anyway.

A Battle God though can strip a Battle Saint from this advantage with an even superior control that for onlookers appears to be akin to a god-like authority. Alas, just because it appears to be so doesn't necessarily make it true. Especially when your adversary has reached grandmaster level, refining the vital pneuma inside their garden into saint qi through countless cycles. I watched as the now complete God Pill absorbed my storm to manifest its [Dou Di Body], the signature trump card of the Battle God realm. By absorbing the energy of the heavens and earth into his bodies he transforms into a colossal form that can span hundreds of thousands of kilometers. In this state, the cultivator becomes akin to a god, capable of shattering the heavens and earth with a simple gesture.

A skyscraper built in a foundation of quicksand, I had thought this before but it merits repeating, the pill spirit is simply too green and inexperienced to get by on its own in the Dou Qi continent. It was a stroke of luck that Gu Yuan wasn't the one to become a Battle God; instead, he would never have tempted the fates this way. Not after I had already played that card once. He was more dangerous than Hun Tiandi, Gu Yuan not only managed to find the Tou She Mansion in a mere week but he also had the devil's own luck to force me to fight in this precarious condition. If events had played out a little differently…

Regardless, the only thing I could do was deal with the hand that I have got. Now that the God Pill has been completed by such despicable means I can't afford to show it any mercy. This battle is still far from over.

"It is a rather concerning amount of power there. Are you sure you don't want to retreat for now?" Zhu Kun advised he had a point too. I was in no shape to fight and he was exhausted after invoking the full might of the sword of cloudy sea twice.

"Nah, we can take him. More specifically, you." I say while manifesting a scroll from one of the pagodas of Penglai. Even that humble papyrus was endowed with profound mystery as a piece of the sacred land. "GOD PILL," I proclaimed with a shout that quaked the heavenly flame. "For the crime of walking down evil and jeopardizing all life, polluting this world and taking the life of countless spirits you shall be executed in offering to the ancestors! In order to make all mystics cower!" At my declaration the papyri became charged with electricity as it contained a storm.

"ZHU KUN!"

"YES!"

"You will be temporarily promoted to [Spirit Calamity General]. Use the Spirit Calamity of all lives, eliminate the God Pill spirit, and correct the virtuous heart of Penglai!" At my proclamation the energy of the band of light that I had gathered rushed toward the dragon emperor, infusing him with the power gathered from twenty-two heavenly flames. Zhu Kun's frame enlarged perilously and his human form took on an animalistic appearance, a hybrid form between his human and dragon shape. Purple and bolden scales covered him like articulated plates held so much power that the gap between scales shinned like stars, his mouth full of teeth behind long dragon whispers of a beard and a wild mane of black to coruscant purple adorned him in a ridge that went down his back up to the tip of his long tail.

A dragon colossus that could stare at eye level with a Battle God Body. The manifestation of karmic retribution to those who transgressed against all spirits of the world.

Battle was joined as means of wordless greetings. Two fists colliding with such power that all spirits of the continent were able to feel it in a way or another. Their calamitous first exchange opened abyssal shams that redirected the magma bed created when the Tou She Mansion emerged.

The God Pill looked downright apoplectic that the dragon emperor could be his match despite his ascension into a Battle God. "How dare a mere Battle Saint stand up to me? You two keep getting in my way no matter how many times things turn in my favor. You courted death for the last time!" He screamed while resuming his vicious attacks.

Yet the dragon emperor meets him blow for blow. No. He was indubitably faster, despite the clear difference in battle aura between the two the cosmic aura exuding the grandeur of the universe incinerated the air as Zhu Kun's colossal boy moved impossibly fast. Each bow was a self-contained nuke capable of incinerating the world if ever let loose. It was the breath of the stars themselves bringing light to an empty and dark infinity, it was the dragon emperor's Star Rage!

"Enough of you! Thousands of years in a dark hole, and for what? You!? To blindly walk this accursed road paved with the broken bodies of those you bested for the privilege of climbing a further peak! That is the final destiny of all battle cultivators! Haven't you been wondering where the true Flame God scurried to? Blindly devoting their lives to the ladder with unquestionably devotion, all Battle Gods, capable of living forever, abandoned everything in the blind pursuit for higher peaks!" Zhu Kun shouted as the two combatants pummeled each other.

"Because that is the way toward heaven! That is the way of heaven! There is no such a thing as your own way! The answer of cultivation is self-evident. To rob! To Kill! Only the survivors deserve enlightenment and get to advance! There is no virtue without backing it! That is the Rule Heaven set for every life! Even I who lived my entire life in seclusion knew it in my heart. A man without force is without the essential dignity of humanity. Human nature is so constituted that it cannot honor a helpless man. He is only deserving of pity! And even this won't last if the signs of power do not arise." The God Pill countered.

It was the foundational paradox that underpinned cultivation of virtue. Even after victory is won it could be argued that it was triumph and not righteousness that define value. That is why virtue is performative excellence, because it must be displayed outward. Alas, I was more than a mere philosopher. Champions of humanity seldomly gain anything by exchanging discourse with monsters.

I used the time Zhu Kun brought me well. The vital sea of every single Heavenly Flames has been spent to the point of exhaustion, the ideal scenario for anyone pursuing to absorb an abnormal flame. The Heavenly Flame Square has already been transformed into an artifact by me, with my previous binding vow I can easily add them to the package. Swallowing the Heavenly Flame Square and abnormal flames it contained was a straightforward affair. While it certainly did not help alleviate my heartburn any, I had reached the point where adding their individual power to my Olympic Heart Flame helped more than it hindered.

This was only the prelude though. This is the final battle for the fate of the Dou Qi continent, I finally have a good enough excuse to reach in my bag of tricks, it would be a shame to not show off.

-//-​

[AUTHOR'S ROOM]

A rare chance for Zagreus to flex his support abilities. Next chapter we will have the final battle.
 
Familiar of Zero 7 - Tsumiki New
[Tsumiki, the hearth heroine]

As the darling foster daughter of the most influential figure of her time, Tsumiki is often assaulted with all sorts of disparaging questions from people who know better than to ask Megumi. Curiosity is inevitable and her father is the kind of man other men pay to hear stories about – slayer of monsters, breaker of chains, champion of humanity. The first in living memory, really. Even if Megumi technically ascended first.

Always selling your short, girl. No wonder vultures keep biting at your heel.

She knew some of these questions were more than mere curiosity though. The man that raised her was trapped by a deep cynicism, he couldn't help but see the ugliness and malice hidden underneath the human facade. A literal curse, but something that had its uses. Perceiving malice is crucial if a person wishes to shield oneself from it. Her father might be laid back in certain regard but if there was a topic that he never compromised with was refinement.

This wide world is ours for the taking, just waiting for someone bearing the strength to embrace it with open arms. Hahaha!

Said that, even a child could perceive the implicit insult every time someone asks whether she thinks herself to be "privileged". In the world left in his wake, a person's merit was self-evident. Standing was an ironclad proof of performative excellence. All the petty wealth of the world could not buy a highway to heaven toward Olympus Moms. Such endeavors could only be achieved through one's own personal effort. Something that is aggravated by the inescapable fact standing is its own assurance of success.

The Thief of Flame sculpted us from clay and what kind of artist is interested in making the same thing again and again? Men are not made equal, that is one of the few blessings of heaven that we are left to enjoy. This is the greatest spice to life, hahaha!

And yet it just so happens that the only two heroes of the globe had been raised by Zagreus. Megumi at least stands on his own due to his background as a sorcerer but she was just a street urchin that Zagreus picked up as a tagalong. Jealousy was natural, of course people would like to think that if they just have had the same fortuitous encounter, upbringing, and opportunities they could have stood shoulder to shoulder alongside legends.

There are two kinds of dreamers, those whose dream is larger than life and those whose dream is a refuge from reality. Only one of them is worth any respect, the one who pursues his fantasy in the waking world will be loved by the muses. By me.

Honestly, it was enough to make a girl self-conscious. Unfortunately for her detractors though she has long since grown calloused by this kind of scrutiny before she even reached puberty. Back then Zagreus' feat of awakening her soul through energy bending and endowing her with his own foundational greater mystery caused quite the stir in sorcery society. The ability to create sorcerers on demand and pass on a powerful innate technique as the Wheel Turning both appealed to and scandalized the old guard that ruled sorcerer society back then and they in turn watched her progress with a mix of fascination and disdain.

We all saw what became of them in turn. Pride and Envy most often than not is too rich an indulgence for old bones. Ends are always sad but they didn't have to be so unsightly.

Not that they had many chances to spread their poison back then though. Her father's sharp tongue was deterrent enough and his prescient insight about people allowed him to weed out the seeds of doubt, cultivating her with tenderness and care as he would his vines. "Every man's potential was the same," he assured her with a toothy smile. Only when she was older did she realize that he meant we were all equally worthless.

The world seen through Mother's silver-bright eyes is a twisted parody of what it should be. While her power is enviable, I do fear for her – melancholy is a slow and insidious killer.

He could be infuriating but also reliable. A true educator should be competent enough to teach multiple lessons with only one lecture – one for the children, one for the students, and one for the scholars. In that case the third lesson was that this is precisely the point of cultivation, to defy the destiny imposed on us by circumstances beyond our control. Something Tsumiki understands with authority as a heroine.

Yet that infantile meekness almost got you killed. A tragic end for sure if it wouldn't have been so comic. It was high time for you to put on your big girl pants, Kyrios.

Honestly, those pests are almost nostalgic. She would take impertinent reporters with an attitude over people always rounding her over relaxing the condition for admittance into the inner cycle of the Raging Heaven. Who would have guessed that the solution for the crisis of faith of the twenty century would be exclusivity? Someone should tell the pope all he needs to do to fill back his empty churches was to close the doors to the wider public and establish entrance through invite only, then people would be banging his door day and night demanding to be left in.

Said impertinence is laudable though, only those with the audacity to knock at Raging Heaven's door will reach the ivory heights.

A perpetual source of headache, mystery faiths are called such precisely for reserving their secrets to their initiates, literally called mystics. Yet now people who complained their entire lives about the self-righteousness and preachy character of religions have the temerity of act crossed when people decide to keep their faith to themselves and discreetly invite new members after a thorough veto process and long period of observation.

It is only natural to want to be counted among the best and brightest souls the world has to offer. What is unforgivable is the petulant insistence to not discard their mediocrity at our doorsteps.

Westerners really are the worst. Tsumiki felt kind of bad for thinking so considering who raised her but their propensity for hypocrisy really tests her patience. Grown men acting like boys slighted by their crush. The inner circle of Raging Heaven isn't a place for divided loyalties, all of its members will literally spend all their afterlife together. It is not that kind of thing easily rescinded, so if it felt like a party that you haven't been invited to, it was because it was.

And what party it is! Mother may have them in death during their waking hours; they are entirely ours. Our precious comrades we cultivated and fostered in paragons of virtue. What a sinful woman you turned out to be, Tsumiki. Hahaha!

When Tsumiki stepped up to assume the responsibilities left by her missing father she got used to people relying on her. After the Halloween sorcerer civil war, she was more than ready to build a platform to support the traumatized victims of Mahito and together they found greater meaning by supporting everyone around them. To pass along the kindness that they had been invested in. To Tsumiki everyone there is like an extended family, the same way Zagreus extended a helping hand toward two abandoned kids; those that join in are disenfranchised misfits that couldn't find a place to call home anywhere else. Irony of ironies then that they became the "elitists".

If you keep on looking down you will cramp your neck, or worse, lose sight of what is right in front of you. Everyone in Raging Heaven will agree you are the most beautiful when you are looking up, girl. Never forget that.

People already openly argued that Raging Heaven closed doors policy was a violation of their 'human rights' – and this disrespect toward the memory of her father triggered Tsumiki like only "modern retellings of Persephone" did. Said accursed facsimile of literature exploded in popularity, which irked the Kyrios of Raging Heaven for many reasons – the exploitation of her father's love life for profit, the bad writing cringe enough to make her ill, and her lingering resentment toward Yuki's cowardice that almost dooming them all.

If asked, Tsumiki would be the first to admit to her father's rotten taste in women. That was no small part why those who least deserve a relationship fancy him so much. Something she knows personally due to her own home situation previously to adoption; her fond memories of Toji in no way redeem her mother's shitty taste in men. Tsumiki found herself in the camp of people cheering for him to find a boyfriend because she dreads what woman he is liable to hitch with next.

The term sex angel never was more fitting. Good on you for having put your foot down in the whole host club business after Yuki skipped town. His tendency to offer pity sex to troubled people was plain self-destructive.

Growing up is realizing your parent is a struggling sized up child coasting on appearance; Zagreus certainly wasn't kidding when he said nothing was more suited for tempering refinement than life itself. Since he had been kidnaped by Kenjaku, Tsumiki struggled filling his shoes and tackling problem after problem to the point of stumbling into the heroic realm just to keep her head above water.

But wasn't it grand? With nothing but your own two hands you have conquered the world itself. Not mere land but the hearts of those that once set themselves against you. Conquest without humiliation, victory without losers. A feat truly worthy of the divine! Hahaha!

To think just a few months ago her greatest fear was the leak of the true nature of the Orphic House, essentially death insurance, and what people would do to seize it. Now with ironclad evidence that the "isekai phenomenon" has been ongoing for the last six thousand years she has a whole new source of stress. Tsumiki doesn't know if this is better or worse than the alternative of this being an altogether new development. If global diplomacy was already her waking nightmare parachuting into a byzantine regional conflict centering both religious and racial disputes was an altogether new low.

Self-deception ill suit you, girl. Your virtuous heart dances with excitement! A new horizon the likes we only see in epics is now a reality. Now sights, new peoples, and new challenges! Was this what people of old felt when they looked at the horizon? We have truly been blessed to have been born in this era!

The Halkeginia kingdoms have launched countless crusades to seize the "Holy Land" to no avail. The elves managed to rebut them every time because they must. Their records about Brimir are mostly anecdotal but their long lifespan has conferred them good racial memory. Entire sapient species went extinct by "the Devil's Power", void. Something the water spirit confirmed. There is no room for compromise with the followers of Brimir. To the elves to compromise is to die on their knees instead of resisting.

You talk as if you have already failed. Like we have failed! I won't acquiesce to that and neither will you! If it comes down to it, we will beat some sense in their thick heads even if you have to do it by yourself. That is why you became a heroine after all.

The problem then is that the other side is just as obstinate. Romalia wasted no efforts to keep a firm grip on the nobles, being as powerful as the Vatican ever was in old Europe. If it was mere religious obstinacy then it would be simple enough. While she doesn't promote violence, she doesn't shy away from it either… she would do whatever it takes. Until the battle is won. But their obstinacy goes beyond zealotry and into genuine desperation. Romalia knows something no one else does.

Having trust is like being lost at sea – there is no end to it; I hate how prosthetic this proverb tends to be, I can almost hear Argyrchiara echoing through. While I am confident in the authority of my mantle of glory it is likely things will come to blows in the end.

It was exasperating how context remains the decisive factor between success and failure. The only thing they knew for sure is how fearsome the power of the void was. She was raised with a healthy respect for higher power, to her it made sense there were some topics whose best defense for is ignorance. That is why she respected her father's privacy and eccentricities every time he made a point to teach her something by circling around a topic while desperately avoiding it. Earth Nier stands as the validation of such an approach – some technologies are too dangerous.

That is why Halkeginia became so important. It's unknown long history with Earth is its own assurance. Compounded to the fact all the world powers are primitive in comparison to Earth Omega while holding resources that it lacks make it a low hanging fruit, so to speak. The Numerian technology uplifted earth thousands of years into the future – artificial intelligence, space flight, medicine, robotic, metallurgy, cybernetics, alternative energies, terraforming, military. While at the time only Japan can be called a post scarcity country the rest of the world follow in its footsteps.

In retrospect it is no wonder that the sophic realm is the most impactful cultivator realm to wider society despite being the second lowest. In the perspective of the masses it was those thinking men ceaselessly wandering minds that dedicate their lives to unearthing and advancing humanity's fundamentals. They weren't wrong either. It was her father that broke it down into a digestible format and for the philosophers of Raging Heaven to apply. Rhetoric and mythical power allow a few tens of thousands to perform in years what would have taken generations of dedicated effort to achieve.

Between that and the production of philosopher stones for synthesis of nectar, people started to measure a country's wealth by its number of sophists. A sorcerer's strength is only his own but all philosophers are conjoined in Logos and the voice of rhetoric which transmit it. The enskinment of Babel obelisks created using the secrets of kelid druids in public places around the world changed how people interact – creation of a Celtic sophic from Ireland. The Mandala pneumatic chamber was perfected by the concerted effort of Indian philosophers… motivated by a drive to prove themselves. American and Russian sophists restarted the space race in earnest, building two space elevators to more easily and safely transport resources from mined asteroids.

Despite the tumultuous decade, large scale armed conflicts did not break out due to how unstable things are. It is a new "Belle Époque" of prosperity, advancement, and peace, the world powers don't know what warfare will even look like and fear to find out is more than enough to preserve peace but everybody knows this won't last. It is just a matter of time until someone tries to test their luck so countries covertly pursue means to give their cultivators an edge. In this regard the biggest bottleneck is access to cultivation resources, Dark Spirit Grapes are so widely used to harvest negative energy from slain cursed spirits that the supply of negativity can't keep up with the demand for it. As far as they are concerned Halkeginia couldn't not have appeared at a better time.

Gojo confirmed that the solar eclipse from a few weeks back created a rift linking back to Earth, confirming the story from Siesta's grandfather. Most likely Brimir did something that facilitated travel between Earth to Halkeginia with the undivided power of the void six thousand years ago. For all they know this place might be the primordial Elseworld from fairy tales. From Odysseus to Hansel and Gretel. The outcome of first contact would define all their following policies regarding other worlds and Tsumiki would not be an accomplice of predatory expansionism.

Now you are thinking like a heroine! Our enemies, both domestic and foreigner, are exceptional and exotic and they are always watching for weaknesses and waiting for an opportunity to strike. It is fortunate that Gojo and Geto manufactured this chance. You want a golden ending? Consider this your one and only chance. Abandon caution, wash it away like the blood in your hands. Put it all on the line, be dangerous!

Don't you know Danger is my friend? My whole life I have trained for this. I cannot tell you how much I have paid for this. I grew up seeing what the next best thing found in the bottom of the cup, that is why I play for keeps! Put it all on the line, I am going to use ruthlessness, every trick, every skill put to use for this. I plan to put an end to all the foolishness, to get to my golden finish line. I am Dangerous!

Good. You got to treat this as if it is the main event. We are in uncharted water. You need a mindset change for this. Remember, even if sometimes mercy has a price and even if what makes you good doesn't necessarily make you right, as long as you fight for others you will never be alone.

[Katakanemos/conquering wind], thank you.

Hahaha! Don't thank me, my friend. Don't you know narcissism is a bad look? I am you after all.

-//-

This was to be the first official meeting between the diplomatic committee of the United Nations and the Brimic kingdoms of Halkeginia. Over the week since Tsumiki has lodged in Tristain Academy of Magic most students have vacated to give room to the entourage of the continent royalties. An unusual development to be sure, normally such affairs would be handled by ministers but Gojo and Geto made too many waves too quickly.

The nobility of Halkeginia isn't blind to the new click between Romalia, Tristain, and Albion's royalties brought about by the foreign mages. Added to this the drama caused by the secret dalliance between Henrietta and Wales was a humiliating development to the emperor of Germania who had this promised bridge essentially stolen resulting in a primed gunpowder barrel ready for Romalia to lit when it pleased.

For the sake of propriety Tsumiki and Mr. Willian were not allowed to enter private conversations with the rest of the dignitaries at the insistence of Pope Vittorio Serevare. Reasonably, really. Tsumiki knows how important the pretense of fairness is for face. Had things gone differently, Prince Wales Tudor would never have been able to reassert control of Albion on his own. But at the same time Wales and Henrietta need Vittorio's blessing to legitimize their relationship and marriage. Albion is proof it doesn't take much to instigate nobles to rebel against their monarch.

While Albion is a lost cause for Romalia, mirroring the history between Rome and England, due to their passivity during the Reconquista rebellion and its geographic position as a floating island, the same can't be said about Tristain. Despite speaking French, they are closer to Portugal, but worse – a small nation squeezed between bigger neighbors and without a nautical empire who doubles as an escape route when Napoleon comes knocking. It is a small miracle that it lasted for six thousand years.

The configuration of alliances seemed to have been maximized by the fates themselves for maximum carnage. Gallia shares borders with all brimic nations safe Albion, isolating Romalia in an italic peninsula. Germania in turn is glued at the rip with Gallia and Tristain. While things look grim for them on paper Romalia's true strength is the church influence over the masses and low nobility. War with it would mean dealing with mass defection, meaning the prospect of total war.

The church of the academy had been repurposed for their first meeting and the symbolism behind such action wasn't lost to Tsumiki. While prince monarch Wales had a semblance carved from stone, a cocktail of nectar and bitter campaign that made him the last of his line, princess Henrietta couldn't hide their worry. The poor girl was ramrod straight, a coil of tense nerves.

She wasn't the only one though. Emperor Claudius, a tall man with fiery red hair that closes in a mane with his beard giving him the countenance of a lion, had a grim and displeased expression that would have meant the death of said responsible if it wasn't for the fact it was a fellow monarch. Pop Vittorio Serevare, the Shield of the Founder, a young-looking man with long blond hair, appeared almost serene yet Tsumiki could hear the melody of his heart. It was like nails on chalkboard, a tangle mix of grief, hatred, guilt, and unbending conviction.

This more than anything scared the kyrios of Raging Heaven. In this beautiful cathedral capable of rivaling the most beautiful monuments in old Europe, a place meant to exalt the spirits of the attenders and inspire religious rapture she was briefly thrown back in time. Such a horrid melody rhymed with her father's own when melancholy seized him and he sought solace in the bottom of his cup. Tsumiki decided she hated Vittorio a little bit, for unearthing one her bitterest memories.

There was nothing that she could do about those episodes besides curse her orphic ears. To her ears they were like a great spring uncoiled, an ever rising crescendo; her father's way to release pent-up stress. Zagreus broke into a drinking binge edging himself a slow death by drinking a brew he would never dare to share with us even at his lowest point. Toji had been similar before he ran away for good, but alcohol did nothing to him so he gambled instead. Both gave off the feeling of a nose slowly tightening around one's neck – means of coping when live became too burdensome, an adjacent death akin to slumber.

In retrospect her heroic abilities make a startling amount of sense. Intellectually she knew there was nothing she could have done to prevent this. Everyone has their own demon and the fates have decreed that they are to be faced alone. Words sometimes are nothing but a bother, a report of accountability rather than concrete help. The records that people call memory compile the distilled essence of a person, that is why they can't be denied or discarded without compromising one's own self even if they do nothing but hurt. Her chance to make a difference had already slipped by before she had even been born… and yet she simply couldn't bring herself to accept this.

It was simple really, when it comes down to it heroes are unreasonable people. There is a lot of fancy lip service she could prose to explain it but she would rather spend the time she has actually helping people precious to her. What was the point of Fides if everything she could do was think about how miserable the people precious to her were miserable? Tsumiki had long since gotten past the point of tolerating palliative platitude, so she acted.

She was no longer a mere child, if cultivation is good for anything then she has to believe that refining herself can help those precious to her. That is why as she marched inside the cathedral, she made a point to put her best smile. The kind of easy smile Katakanemos seems to always be spouting. Bold, natural, easy, and most important of all, indestructible. The defiant grim that boastfully screamed "I am here!" and goateed the world to do dare and try to wipe it from her face. A proclamation of intent that as long as she was around her Epic would have no sad endings.

The effect was both palpable and instantaneous. The heavy cloud of miasma choking the place with an iron grip was broken like hollow bones, Henrietta's posture eased and relaxed through countless micro expressions that broadcasted her mood, Wales countenance seemed more humane yet magnanimous like a prize from fairy tale. Emperor Claudius' murderous mood was blown away like so much hot air, it was as if he had been punched and all the air force expelled as he laid his eyes on the heroine for the very first time. Tsumiki's glory casually overwhelmed the annoyance for a bridge he had never even personally met before today.

Pop Vittorio Serevare was far less graceful. The Shield of the Founder could not hide his own uncertainty anymore, not against someone capable of shaking him so easily. His unwavering faith was what saw him through all adversities in his tenure as the divine ruler of Romalia, never in his worst nightmares he thought to meet a demon capable of perturbing it. He felt violated and at the same time genuinely frightened. While he knew of the overwhelming power of those foreign mages with burning eyes, he never anticipated that the heroine in front of him might be the worst of them all.

"Well, gentlemen. Shall we start? Halkeginia and Earth have a bright future together and I am sure today will be remembered as the beginning of a glorious new age. Of this I guarantee." Said the kyrios of Raging Heaven and the words had an undeniably gravitas to it, as if the outcome had already been decided by her and she wouldn't be denied.

-//-​

[AUTHOR'S ROOM]

Hey people! It's been some time. This chapter was a lot more difficult than I anticipated. Both in terms of characterizing Tsumiki and deciding where the story would go. In a normal story this would be a Gate rip off but the existence of heroes means that what is likely to get tossed out of the window but the human super saiyajin. I then have to ask myself what motivated Tsumiki's virtuous heart to get an answer.

For those wondering, yes, Tsumiki's muse, Katakanemos, is basically Alexander from Fate/Zero. At least in terms of personality. As I once stated, muses are basically divine daemons the likes Socrates had. Fear & Hunger follow Jung's structure of the soul so muses are based on Anima & Animus; as stated Virtuous Sons follow Aristophanes' myth of soulmates. So while Argyrchiara is a Anima, Katakanemos is a Animus.
 
Battle Through the Heavens - 8 New
The Dou Ki continent was being cracked at its foundation by the battle between colossus taking place in the Central Plains. The God Pill Body, the ultimate expression of the devastating power of the Battle God realm. It was akin to the [cosmic body imitation] performed by Sun Wukon. The God Pill was so tall mountains reached up to his waist yet his adversary wasn't outdone by him either. The Calamity General Zhu Kun was just as impressive, with a body covered in royal purple framed in gold scales he clashed in a furious battle against his bitter rival.

This time around I was stuck playing support, the path to victory was clear yet he knew Zhun Kun wouldn't be capable of holding the God Pill for long enough for victory to be had. Fortunately, I didn't lack options to balance the scales in their favor. The father of rhetoric believed that virtue is a product of habit (ethos), actions and their products create a compounding effect which pays dividends through time. Nothing proves this more than the ten shikigami that evolved into formidable legendary beasts of virtue during my exceeding long nap.

A beast's crude grasp on virtue offers an insight on the logic of cultivation. It is said that every serpent carries a bit of dragon in its blood, and every stork a bit of golden eagle. The same holds true to all beasts, unless a deviation leads a beast to become a monster that escapes the bonds of nature their course is set. As well as the means to reach it. Hunger was the primordial nature that united men and beasts alike, proof that cultivation is a matter of structure and to beasts it is their cardinal virtue – you are what you eat. I might not be as appetizing as a helplessly bound titan yet I seem to be of enough quality to get the job done.

The Tyrant Raptor wasn't as dramatic as Libertas, being more lizard than bird, but having an honest to god's capital D dragon dropping on your face like a meteor to gouge out your eyes is bound to hurt both your body and pride. The God Pill howled in pain. The wound was superficial but delivered with scalp-like precision. A testament to the power of both parties that the resulting clash was not unlike what one would expect from the clash between their mortal counterparts.

The God Pill blindly struck in retaliation and for his trouble was flat footed in turn. No, it was more like a mountain sized hole had suddenly appeared when he wasn't looking. Batavian Glass Armadillo, the most physically resilient and unyielding familiars of the ten had become a behemoth of interwoven plates laced with spikes that glistered like polished glass under the sun. The God Pill tried to trample it underfoot yet the familiar stood its ground against the battle god. The scales of the Batavian Glass Armadillo glowed a coruscant red under the God Pill's pressure, storing the kinetic energy just to release it in a single burst that dropped the God Pill into his ass.

I capitalized his opening to use the power of Penglai to pin down the battle god with viridian mountains and lazuli seas. Not enough to truly restrain him but good enough to help the rest of the pack to jump his ass.

The Maenad Vixen entangled it with vines as big as a truck of cedar trees that burned like poison ivy. The Moonless Cerberus mauled any flesh it could reach at its chest like a demon drill. Out from the sea Kaleidoscope Logic echinoderm grew around his legs like a color out from space, a living alien biome that induced madness and mutation, and the Poisonous Anura was its ultimate predator. The gargantuan deep-sea horror was a vision of dread, malice, and depravity that poisoned with a touch, with a look. Its sinuous body wrapped around the knee of the leg currently not being pinned down by the Armadillo.

The Valkyrie Vulture, as majestic as it was tenebrous, chthonic phoenix that it was poured black tar in the whaling mouth and face of the God Pill and from the churning plasma a menagerie of monstrous chimeras and dragon tooth warriors emerged with murderous in intent.

Their combined assault was so sudden and brutal that it overwhelmed the God Pill. For a moment. Yet the power of a battle god couldn't be undermined. The God Pill battle aura ignited everything it touched in a giant pillar of fire that crossed the heavens. It wasn't enough to kill any of the virtuous beasts but they were cowed back… just in time for Zhu Kun to come swing the moment his attack ceased, his fists coated with Star Rage convergence in one hand and divergence in another, like they were boxing gloves.

The sound of the God Pill's jaw breaking was like an avalanche to my ears.

In the meanwhile, Hearth Snake was wrapped around my neck while pumping its venom in my veins, the ministration was calibrated to slow down and fortify my struggling heart and taming the raging power within; absorbing all Essence Flames was a struggle indeed, I am starting to regret it.

Alas, no rest of the wicked. The Multichromatic Peacock was performing its dance with hypnotic fervor, helping me harness the raging power within me to useful endeavors.

I spread my arms wide, gripping Convergence in one hand and Divergence in the other. My pneuma rose precipitously, even without resorting to the Olympic fire of heroic glory the Flame Mantra had increased my baseline power beyond my expectations. The pneuma erupting from my body was a violent thing, unrestrained and dangerous. It was clear that I was pushing myself but I knew seldom anyone would deem it a show of weakness. The combined power of the 23 Heaven Flames through the Flame Mantra was not a mere power multiplier but instead a raw addition that was then increased by a factor of 23 as all the heavenly ranked abnormal flames violently rile up each other into a frenzy; honestly, if it wasn't for the fact Fortitude was the motto of the Orphic faith I would already be dead.

Now I use this raging inferno to bring about apocalyptic destruction never seen since. Bringing Convergence and Divergence together, colliding my hands together while aiming at the God Pill, I manifested the extended technique of the Star Rage series. The collision between the two singularities, of embodying void and another manifested infinity created a miracle that mimicked the destructive genesis of creation.

"Let There be Light – [BIG BANG!]" I shouted with a voice so loud that the world shook in its frame. From all-natural mysteries the origin of the universe was the most absolute. Even if life can be created in a laboratory through mundane means, being demystified as a mundane chemical reaction, the genesis is not something that can be observed, tested or scientifically falsified. It is the zenith of natural mysteries. The one gap that allows for the uncertainty of the divine: the unmoved mover, first cause, source.

The attack reflects that. It is sure-hit because it is unfettered by the rules of nature that govern this world, even as the caster I don't know its shape, size, form, or color; neither does the target, for that matter. I simply… let it go, follow Jeong Jeong advice and become the humble guide of a force that can't even be understood nor hope to control lest it destroy me as well. The closest I can explain it with would be as quantum Tachyon antimatter particles, but at this point as my as well just throw in the tower and call it magic.

One moment the God Pill was pummeling the face of Zhu Kun using the Batavian Glass Armadillo as improvised rock, the next I had blown his back out. The power and endurance of a battle god really was something else, I had hit him with what was essentially a delete impute yet he was still whole… technically.

While so far, he had only suffered superficial wounds that healed on their own. My attack had unraveled him. It reminded me of how spells such as hurting and disintegration worked when the target was simply too tough to go down… no, to be precise it had more to do with the absurd number of "hit points" that the God Pill had in his colossal form rather than his sturdiness. If my output had been greater, he might have gone down.

As it was, he was bleeding all over as his flesh simply broke apart like a pile of salt. Rivers of blood were running down his form and his own battle aura was leaking from his form like a faucet, one arm was simply gone leaving the God Pill looking like a withered old mountain. Any other adversary would have bleed to death but I knew better. The God Pill showed the absolute command a battle god had over the vital breath of the world to mend and patch his Battle God Body. This included my own saint qi, the arrogant fool. I could resist it once again but this runs counter to my goals so I let him have it and made a show of it… Ok, ensure the show of weakness wasn't entirely faked. Using my extension technique while in such a condition would have been impossible with the support of my two familiars. Even then, as it is, I feel like I am dying; I sincerely don't think I have another one in me. Good thing he doesn't know that.

The God Pill is getting a little desperate now. Feeling the pressure of many adversaries ganging up on him despite his violent thrashing. "You trash! Nothing but a bunch of grouping up to avoid death! All this bullshit about virtue and justice are just excuses to get rid of contenders to your primacy! Your self-righteous grandstanding!" He shouted while manifesting a sea of fire to repel back all attackers. The heat alone would have killed all lives in the country, forcing me to use the lazuli sea of Penglai as a giant curtain of water to cool it down, the wall of circling water dispersing the heat before it could endanger anyone else but us.

"What are you whining about, you bastard!" Zhu Kun made his voice heard by literally shutting his adversary up with a hook punch that made the God Pill bite his tongue and spit loose teeth. "Didn't you want to be a battle qi cultivator? Unbound by any laws but your own? Free to indulge in plundering and cruelty as you please? You are living now at the precise end of that idea! Die and become dung to fertilize a new world! You have lived only for yourself and now you will die by yourself!"

The God Pill wasn't about to make things easy though. He set himself on fire by coating his body in a fiery battle aura and tacked the dragon emperor, throwing them both into the ground. The resulting collision was like a 9.4 earthquake, some daring cultivators that sensed the conflict and came to investigate ended up dying from the aftereffects. "You know nothing! Collaboration is just using each other! If you don't throw them away right after you are done, they will only become a nuisance!"

In hindsight fighting a snake in a gripping is unadvisable. Khu Zun executed a guillotine choke with the motion efficiency of a consumed professional, pinning the pill spirit's only remaining arm underneath him even as they fell. His legs his torso while one of his tails immobilized one leg. Khu Zun countered the God Pill's fire with his carapace of scales and breathed his star rage directly in his abused back. "You are saying all those things to prove that your Dao is better but in reality, our combined power is stronger than your own! Battle God? You are just a puppet of fate chained to your circumstances!"

The God Pill might have tried a comeback; it seems that at the end of the day even battle gods needed to breathe. It was not like my familiar were willing to give it a respire while it was pinned. His one free arm was being mauled and his side and groin were being attacked; animals like to eat their prey by the ass first after all. The dragon emperor continued, "Strength speaks for itself. No matter whatever you say, I have the upper hand! I don't need to convince you… but I will. Taste it! The weight of all of your misgivings manifested. I am your tribulation!"

Zhu Kun went for the coup de grace, despite the immense power of the God Pill he was still a sheltered amateur fighting a seasoned expert. Even then I knew the dragon emperor had reached his limit as well. The amount of power invested in him would have killed the Ancient clan patriarch, it was only thanks to his draconic constitution that he managed to hold on for so long.

He opts for free one hand from his hold in order to manifest the "calamity" that I had invested in him. The tribulation lighting storm concentrated on his grip was downright apocalyptic, enough power to kill even a battle god. Yet, when he was about to deliver the final blow things turned around. We had forgotten… overlooked the one fact about our adversary. A guttering flame starving for vital breath is at its hungriest.

It was the magical equivalent to backdraft, when a window or door to an enclosed space that is on fire is opened or broken. The abrupt burning of superheated gasses in a fire caused when oxygen rapidly enters a hot, oxygen-depleted environment. Now just replace oxygen with the vital breath that facilitated life in the Dou Qi Continent. When the calamity dragon emperor loosened his hold on his quarry it used its final moment for a final breath.

I step in once more, feeding it my own saint pneuma to prevent the God Pill from reducing the continent to a dead wasteland. What was meant to be the final blow turned aside by a firestorm bearing an overpowering scent of burning medicinal herbs. The explosion was such that all my divine beasts and Zhu Kun's draconic form were flung aside like hag dolls, the tracks of destruction left on their fall carved valleys on the battlefield.

"HAHAHA! Not so self-assured right now, are you? Bastard, I will enjoy eating your soul then shitting it out then smear it on everybody you love so much!" The God Pill gloated, high on his hard-fought victory. Even now he greedily drank from the ambient qi to mend his broken form. Both sides were in ruins, his body had been mangled and mutilated all over. It was clear he was on his last leg.

I didn't dare interfere with his victory speech. Not yet at least. Okay, who am I kidding? I love nothing more than to pull the rug from under arrogant bastards just when they thought they had seized glory in hand! That was literally my captain's virtue. "Fool, had you paid more attention to the wisdom Zhu Kun tried to impart on you then you might have figured out something was amiss. Had you earnestly joined hands with Gu Yuan then you might have achieved victory together. But as it is you just hindered each other. I never told you, right? How I defeated so many cultivators when I first appeared." I declared to the giant morrow in front of me, he doesn't know what is happening, not yet. It would be such a shame to let him die ignorant and proud, better to humble him just in time to join the underworld.

I snap my fingers and all the saint pneuma covertly metastasizes on his body like a silent cancer goes rampage. My spiritual contamination was particularly virulent due to my keen understanding of the soul and medicine, I have been silently eating away at him throughout this entire fight. His body suddenly started to be painted in my colors as if he was being petrified by the Medusa.

"NO!!!" He screamed, and the sound of his despairing whales were music to my ears. This was the best feeling there was. The final realization that they lost and I won. He tried to do something about it but circulating his qi only hastened the process by this point. His knees buckled under his weight as the world watched the first battle god in over ten thousand years helplessly struggle like a drowning fish out of water.

Not only his body, both mind and soul were painted in my color. That lumbering body was swiftly compressed into a baseball sized pill that resembled a Christmas globe containing a cluster of star systems and galaxies. The God Pill was so stepped into my pneuma anyone would think it came straight from my mystical garden, it was trivial to command it to fly to my palm. The will that once drove it now is just an extension of my own being.

I had won and won bigly, literally walking away with it all. Said that, I still have another one in me. "Well, what are you waiting for? For me to clean my neck and present it to you? You lot will never get a better chance to get rid of me so why don't you try?" I went to the peanut gallery while waving the God Pill in my possession.

Cultivators are so god damn predictable. Sure enough, over a dozen spatial worm holes opened in my vicinity. People naïve enough to think I am an easy picking or desperate enough to gambit it all for a chance at the top. The only prize their impudence will get them is a Darwin Award.

My mystic garden is still deployed, even when separated from my garden I can still command it as an extension of my own body. The bands of light ready to rain heavenly fire through orbital bombardment to whatever corner of the continent I deem fit. Whoever was about to make themselves known suddenly found themselves in the wrong end of a rain of comets as the gathered power I accrued since I came here was discharged in their greedy heads.

It was supposed to be my final trump card, it would be a shame to not get to use it.

While the light show was underway, I crawled my way to Zhu Kun.



"You look like shit." I say aloud as soon as I reach the dragon emperor. Limping my way here took well over one hour but manifesting pneuma simply hurt too much for me to bother.

"Tsk," was his succinct answer. He was not much better off than me. His serpentine body was carelessly pulled across the valley that was the crater created in his landing.

The power of a battle god was not to be underestimated, fortunately even the biggest brute in the world is just a brute at the end of the day – it would always be unrefined in the ways that truly matter. I sort of understood how the Greek could feel disdainful towards the Conqueror. In terms of power, raw personal people in the Dou Qi Continent were all monsters yet I found myself unimpressed regardless of their power. Damon's Island in the Sun orbital bombardment stood at the zenith of Greek aesthetics. Is it wrong to feel superior to feel superior to someone else when you are superior? The Ancient clan seals and formations were worth plundering, much like the Soul clan's necromancy had been, but in terms of mindset they are still too petty and small minded. Too set in old ways and personal power.

"Really? That is all that you have to say after defeating an elite battle god? You did most of the work this time around. Everything I did after you got knocked up was talk my ass off until the fool cracked."

"…"

Zhu Kun was conscious, of that I was sure. He was simply too weary to answer. He was prideful to a fault, while he could appreciate the victory for what it was – after all, as the king of beasts, he understood that in nature the ones who live to fight another day are the victors – he still wasn't feeling too well about himself. He accrued loss after loss, an unending succession of defeats to his belt. Anyone would feel boomed out.

Good for him then, that he had such a good friend such as I. I knew just the kind of consolation prize that would get him out of his funk.

I retried a cup of nectar from the dark place where ravens keep their trinkets and manifested two giant hands of intention. In a single motion I lift the dragon emperor's maw open with one hand then pull his tongue out with the other like we were in a Sunday cartoon, then I carelessly threw the God Pill down his gullet and poured the nectar to help wash it down.

Zhu Kun was so startled by the indignity of the whole situation that his knee jerk reaction involuntarily played along to the comedic bit. He pulled his tongue back in a sudden motion, involuntarily swallowing the God Pill. Whatever complaint he was about to express was brushed aside by his comedic reaction to what I had gifted him with. Who knew dragons could be that comically expressive?

That certainly would go down in history for all the wrong reasons. Not that I cared, too engrossed with my own experiment. The Broad's Theory of Forms states the idea of another existence, another state of being that existed apart from us. Above us. A realm of higher existences, of perfect existences, that our sunken earth could only imitate in the clumsiest sense. Where every idea under the sun existed in this perfect realm at its most pure expression. Anything that you could think of, anything that had ever been or ever would be, their Forms had their place above ours. Everything. Even a man. Such was the theory of immutable Forms.

If it truly was as the Broad's theory insisted, that there hung a higher realm above our own where the best of our ideals existed in unmarred perfection, then the question of cultivation was changed. It ceased to be a question of if, and instead became a question of how? Not if a man can ascend, but how. So long as there's a place to go, a path there can be found. And if no such path exists, it can be made. All that's needed is a goal. All that any man needs is a dream to aspire towards.

If Plato's theory was indeed correct, then it followed that a perfect Man existed somewhere above and apart from us, a higher power that we could emulate. That was the basis of cultivation, in the end. Refining ourselves, purging ourselves of our impurities and imperfections, the portions of our body and soul that stood out in ugly contrast to the ideal.

If that was true of man, high-minded and complex as he was, the same must hold true for beasts. And how did the baser creatures of the earth cultivate? They ate.

Those who know of my vendetta against the Old Gods might have called me out as a hypocrite but I never saw any problem with appealing to higher power. Hell, I would have never got where I am without it either. That is why I see no problem in passing the same kindness rendered upon me toward others. Seeing how despondent and helpless Zhu Kun had become after discovering the truth about the secret to battle god he had pursued for so long I couldn't help but pity him. That is why I rendered him my blessing upon him, turning him from a magical beast into a virtuous beast as a reward for remembering my true face.

Now, for helping me subdue a dangerous rogue mystic that threatened to upend the Dou Qi continent I was rendering a reward and expression of my utmost trust. My hope for him. The now complete God Pill had been refined in my saint pneuma, making it the perfect trigger for his ascension.

The influence of the dragon monarch exploded in a savage majesty that pierced the very heavens. As is typical of it, the heavens only ever have one type of answer to those with the audacity to knock its Olympic (shinny) Doors.

A bolt of tribulation lightning fell from heaven and struck the dragon square in its head. Another struck before the first could find its thunder. Then a third, a fourth, a dozen and a hundred and a thousand after that. A thousand-thousand, and a thousand-thousand of those, all of them centered on the seemingly infinite silhouette of Ouroboros serpent dancing in the heavens. Even while surrounded by a tribulation storm to the point only flashes of its body could be seen peeking in contrast to it, the Dragon God stood defiant and proud.

Despite being battered with enough tribulation lightning to scour even me from the face of the earth the heavenly serpent casually responded with a triumphant roar. Even as the tribulation storm redoubled its efforts to humble him down Khu Zun stood unbothered – a beast above virtue.

As expected from a beast painted in my colors, its influence was akin to mine. The Dragon God was the manifestation of a living dragon vein, the Lifestream that enables life. Its savage majesty was like a balm that mended a scared world. The trail of desolation left in the wake of our savage battle was replaced by my signature silver bright wonder

Its coronation storm crown subsided as suddenly as it came, pushed by Zhu Kun's manifested will, giving the world the first view of the newly ascended Dragon God. He stood inside a nimbus of cosmic storm like a purple mantle of royalty, the dragon god was the living manifestation of a higher ideal.

I remembered then the final words that Kenjaku had thrown my way to torment me before sealing me in the Prison Realm. The common conceit that bridges the heavenly throne of Olympus and Ma'habre. Primeval purity that reduces the material world to shallow and hollow imitation just by existing. Unfettered by the chains of gross Earth, unbothered by Heaven's wrath. The world laid witness to the purest Truth of the world. Something that could not be denied, obstructed, nor bargained with. That enforced submission merely by existing, that enforced standards.

A perfect form.

Zhu Kun stood as the third largest entity that I had ever seen with my own eyes, not an easy feat by any means considering his contestants. Large enough that it almost seemed like I could reach out and touch him, despite the dizzying distance that separated the two of us. The peanut gallery casting their peeping gaze from across all corners of the continent sure got more than they bargained for.

The Dragon God looked like a serpent writ entirely too large, as if the frame those shackled to the earth did a poor job at holding it. Like a 3d picture stuck in a 2d background, there was an uncanny beauty to his proportions that I understood only belatedly. His frame and its features, they were all perfect. It was as if in every shifting moment he had been chiseled out of the marble by a sculptor's loving hand - an artist's idealized depiction of a dragon rather than the living reality. He gave a new contest to the term "larger than life", mortal minds could scarcely comprehend it let alone grasp it in their mind's eye or impart his majesty through recordings nor reproduce it by evoking lived experience. That was the true essence of a miracle, one had to be there personally to experience it. To remember its face.

And said beast above virtue was looking down at me with keen intensity. Zhu Kun opened his mouth to speak and the world held its breath to hear him. "Zagreus… my rescuer, master, benefactor… and dearest friend. You rescued me from eternal captivity, permitted me the opportunity to fight for supremacy, saved my dear family and protected my world… You had already done enough for me to earn my eternal loyalty, gratitude, and friendship. Why go this far? Why take such risks?"

I couldn't help but laugh at the dragon god's query, presumptuous dim-witted beast. Do you think you can take me one right now? That the outcome of a battle between the two of us would turn out different this time around? If his inquiry wasn't born from a place of care, I would have been truly angry, even if the time we spent together had been short we shared more about each other than most would ever be allowed to know. We crossed blades and took each other's measure. So don't go asking questions to answer that you are already supposed to know!

"That is my virtue," remember its face. Went unsaid but nonetheless heard. The Dragon God nodded, finally mollified. Cultivating as a man is nowhere near as simple as a beast, but the rewards were significant as well. Men were sinfully arrogant and proud creatures that proclaim themselves sons and daughters of the divine, cast in the image and semblance to higher power. Bearers of the conceit to believing themselves princes of the earth, blessed for no other reason save the fact that they exist. Blessed with 'dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps upon the earth'.

This is what it means to be a man. It is no wonder none of us can be saved. It is easier for a camel to pass through the head of a needle than for a man's heart to weigh its worth when measured against a phoenix feather. That is why it is crucial for a cultivator's actions to never be out of sync with his words.

Honestly, I was kind of jealous of Zhu Kun. If only had I been born a beast then my life would have been far simpler and happier. Roman philosophers were up to something when they proposed most men would be far better off in Circe's mercy as pigs.

Wu Fou Taoist big mouth just had to write checks that ass now has to cash. There is nothing easier than being generous with other people's wealth… but I took a vow when I accepted being his successor. He believed that no matter the shape one's cultivation took as long as their Taoist heart was… virtuous the path that they walked bore worthy.

The Dragon God was truly moved to deep rapture by my display of virtue, which was a problem because… "Sorry to rain on your parade… but in truth I reached my limit some time ago. Peace out." I say as I made a peace sign to then blackout to the comforting darkness of unconsciousness.




[AUTHOR'S ROOM]

Chapter came later than expected due to a sudden cold that knocked me out for two days. I swear, those things always come at the worst possible time. We have the climax of the battle for the Dou Qi continent. Zagreus went deep in his bag of tricks this time around and I loved it.

Also showed a bit more of how cultivation of men differentiates from that of beasts. This will have ramifications in the next chapter too, as you already know about the magical beast situation. This was Zagreus' way to test out some theories that he had for the tyrant realm. You have to keep in mind that cultivating as a man has advantages and demerits. This is a callback to the conversation about enlightenment Zagreus had with Wu Fou when they first met.

Now Zagreus has his own phoenix of the Caucasus. It certainly helped his own "human cultivation" in its own way. Every God needs a divine messenger/leg breaker to show he means business.
 
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