Titanic Struggles: Exhibition
Wu Chao stood amongst his sixteen peers, the victors of the preliminary round of the Inner Sect Tournament. His bronze armor shone resplendently in the morning light and while he was not the strongest amongst this year's hopefuls, Wu Chao was confident in his chances to secure a place among the Inner Sect disciples.
The attention of the crowd was intense though, and he could feel the weight of Duchess Cai Renxiang's qi bearing down on him through his qi senses. Straightening his shoulders, he attempted to ignore that feeling and concentrate at the space in front of him. At any moment, the Sect Head would give his speech and then the final winnowing would begin. And then, with a flash of light, Chen Hui, the Sect Head, appeared before the crowd. He appeared as an elderly gentleman, with his thinning gray hair and cane, but there was a palpable press of power emanating from him.
With a clearing of the Sect Head's throat, the crowd quieted down and Chen Hui began to speak with a voice like the grinding of mountains, "Thank you all for coming to the Argent Sect's Inner Sect Tournament this year. All of the individuals who now stand before you have strived against hardships and endured tribulations to present themselves as candidates for our Inner Sect. These are the strongest the Outer Sect has to offer, and it is my pride to allow them to exhibit their cultivation and skills to you."
"However," Chen Hui continued, "Our Inner Sect can only accept the eight best from this tournament, and so another round of matches need to be held to determine the final few who will be accepted. Before those matches occur though, we typically have an Exhibition match between the Elders of the Sect to show the heights of cultivation that might be reached. Given the numerous august personages present, however, an allowance has been made. Duchess Cai has expressed her desire to exhibit her peerless strength and Count Ling has volunteered to be her opponent."
Quiet murmurs ran through the crowd and Wu Chao shifted uneasily. Hopefully, his new perception art would not allow him to crack under the weight of Duchess Cai's potent qi. This… was probably going to be painful, even with the tournament formations holding back the qi of the two contestants considerably.
"I will endeavor to contain the clash within the stage of the tournament," continued the elderly man, "and our venerable Elder Hu will maintain the stage's formations. Now, disciples, pay careful attention for the chance to witness the peak of cultivation is vanishingly rare. Please, I invite my honored guests to present themselves upon the stage."
With a flash of light, both Duchess Cai and Count Ling appeared on the stage. The Duchess wore perfectly tailored clothes which shone with their very own radiance but left very little to the imagination. Count Ling's, on the other hand, was much more conservative, revealing only her face and star-filled hair. Duchess Cai smiled slightly and offered a respectful bow to Chen Hui.
"Thank you for allowing this match, it is rare that I am able to actually indulge myself in a spar."
Count Ling herself offered a respectful bow to both the Sect Head and Duchess Cai. "I also thank you for this opportunity. It is exhilarating to be able to demonstrate the heights of cultivation at the same place where I began my journey and saw the heights myself."
"Now, if both contestants are ready," Chen Hui began, "then this exhibition match will begin until first blood!" And with a thunderous retort, the world dissolved around Wu Chao.
He was floating in the sky surrounded by nothing but the void. Ahead of him and stretching beyond sight was an ever-shifting mountain chain. It's peaks and valleys grinding against each other in absolute silence as lightning continuously forked around the mountains. But what quickly drew his attention was a glistening, shining, floating mountain of Metal.
No, not a mountain, but a city of metal with an enormous tower protruding from its center. Everything in the city was precise and perfect in form and purpose from the dancers parading through the streets to the guards guarding the ramparts. What would it be like, Wu Chao wondered, to enter that city and find your purpose among its populace. To be guided until you could find the perfect role and be a part of the seamless purpose and goal of the City?
But there was another presence, like the feeling of moonlight upon the skin. Lighter than a feather, but no less real. Tearing his gaze from the majestic city, Wu Chao gazed to the space below the city.
A jagged ice field spread out across the ground, seemingly going out into the distant horizon. Glittering ridges of ice protruded in strange patterns that seemed to shift in his vision creating patterns of shadow and darkness. And in the middle of this strange ice field stood a small estate made of crystalline ice. The buildings sparkled under the light of the city floating above but the windows seemed to absorb all light, and the doors appeared to be portals to the void itself.
And then he saw, reflected in some properly angled panes of ice creating the roofs in the Estate, the Moon, flickering through various phases seemingly at random. Not all the phases were there, and for the most part, it seemed that the Dreaming Moon was predominant.
The images only lasted a moment though, as a melody began resounding through his ears. A melody expressing loss, of being utterly alone in the world with none even remembering your name. Of absolute isolation from comrades, friends, and family.
With a shuddering breath, Wu Chao almost slid to his knees, tears brimming at his eyes. How awful must it be to lose family and friends? To have no connections to support and comfort you? The lightning coursing through the Mountain Range suddenly intensified to eye-searing brilliance and the melody faded to a faint murmur. Even still, Wu Chao stayed on his knees watching as terrible black mists shrouded the entirety of the ice field, covering everything in a thick blanket.
The brilliant city did not stay still though, and it began to launch a veritable avalanche of missiles from its siege engines atop the city's walls. Brilliant bolts of technicolored power ripped through the mists and plowed into the ice field. A change began taking place, however, and the missiles began slowing down and some even shattering as a silent wind of absolute cold began blowing upwards towards the city. The very qi powering the missiles was being frozen and stolen by the wind and with every bit of qi taken the wind moved a little faster towards the city carrying with it the black mists.
Shutters around the City's tower opened up slightly and a scathing light burst into existence. Focused by crystals upon the walls, these searchlights obliterated the mists as they focused on the spot where the estate had been covered in the mists. However, to Wu Chao's surprise, the estate was no longer there, instead, it was more of the jagged ice field.
Shifting with surprising swiftness, even as the wind continued to blow upwards, the searchlights cut through the mists until they seemingly all focused on a random spot which was predictably covered in mists. Yet, there it was, the Estate in all of its crystalline glory. Living shadows seemed to shrink at the harsh light but even more spirited away into the mists still covering the majority of the ice fields.
One of the gates lining the city opened then, and a brilliant rainbow shot out directly at the estate. It was thrumming with power and it was not slowed in the slightest by the wind still rising towards the floating city.
Crystals of frozen moonlight appeared before the bolt and attempted to divert or redirect the massive beam away from the estate. Yet each on contact absorbing only a fraction of the bolt each time. While it was adding up, it was still not enough to stop the bolt from its course. Then, with a crack like a mountain splitting in two, a huge ice flow rose with incredible speed from the ice field and took the bolt head on.
A thunderous explosion rocked the battle, and when the light settled the ice flow had a thin crack which was seeping an incredibly viscous black liquid. There seemed to be a moment of absolute stillness between the two combatants before a whispered breath was exhaled. The murmurings of the melody ceased and with a flash of light the void disappeared and the tournament grounds reappeared.
Wu Chao struggled to regain his composure, as the murmurings of the crowd washed over him. That was the terrifying heights of cultivation. It was strange, to see that even though he stacked up well against his peers today, he was still utterly insignificant to those who wielded true power.
A/N:
Well, this one fought me a bit, so I'm glad that it's out. As you can tell, it is far in the future, like 700 years in the future. So that's why Cai Renxiang is the Duchess and both Ling and Cai are Whites. Also, why the Sect Head is dead, as he would have died of old age a long time before this. I thought of having one of our friends be the Sect Head, but that felt really weird and none of them seem like they would do a good job. Anyways, this is a possible finished domain of a Ling Qi who focused on ice, darkness, moon, and wind. Cai's domain is purposefully like her mothers, but instead of her face, it is a lighthouse type tower to symbolize her goal to lead people on the correct paths and not force her perception of order and justice upon them. I didn't have a Ling/Bai or a Cai/Bai fight because I'm not sure what Meizhen's domain would look like other than absolute terror.
I think this is the first time I really tried to develop a fight scene, and certainly the first time I've worked with white level characters. So, as always critiques and criticisms are welcomed. I hope you enjoy the read.
@yrsillar another omake for the omake throne.