33rd day… The day of the blood moon… Morning time…
The Blood Moon loomed near, casting an eerie silence across the army of wizards. The Devil Mountain stood tall, silent, and unmoving, awaiting the moment when the fate of the nine realms would be decided.
In the entrance, an army unlike any seen before had gathered—millions of warriors, wizards, dragons, and beasts from every corner of the realms, all waiting for Kent’s arrival and his command.
Madam Clark stood at the front lines, her sharp gaze scanning the assembled forces. The Supreme Sword Magus Elarin approached her with a grave expression.
“My lady, our guess is correct. I have identified several suspicious figures within our ranks,” Elarin reported, his voice heavy with concern. “They move differently, they don’t engage with other warriors, and their energy signatures are faint—like shadows trying to blend in.”
Madam Clark’s eyes narrowed. “Spies,” she muttered. “Do you know how many?”
“At least two dozen,” Elarin replied. “Possibly more hiding deeper in our ranks.”
As she contemplated her next move, the air around them rippled, and the Zi God Ancestor descended in his dragon form, landing gracefully before them. His ancient, reptilian eyes gleamed with intelligence.
“I overheard your concerns,” he said, his deep voice resonating through the valley. “I have just the thing to unmask these intruders.”
From his clawed grasp, he produced a crystalline orb, glowing with golden energy.
“This is the Eye of Draconic Truth,” the Zi God Ancestor explained. “A sacred relic of the dragon race. It reveals all creatures in their true forms when activated. No disguise, no magic can conceal them.”
Madam Clark accepted the orb with reverence. “Then let’s put it to use.”
Without delay, she assembled the entire army in a massive closed formation. Raising the orb above her head, she activated its power, releasing a golden mist that drifted through the ranks like ethereal smoke. The effect was immediate.
Screams erupted as the mist exposed figures hidden in plain sight. Shadows flickered and melted away, revealing demons, shape-shifters, and spectral entities embedded within the army. Some transformed into their grotesque true forms, while others, realizing they had been discovered, attempted to flee.
The battle began instantly. The Zi God Ancestor unleashed a draconic roar, his fiery breath incinerating fleeing spies. Elarin, with his blade glowing like a star, cut down traitors with swift, precise strikes.
Tang Zi and Jamba Zi led their war veterans in a coordinated assault, eliminating threats before they could cause further damage. The 13 ancestral women of the forbidden arts cast deadly curses that paralyzed the escaping spies, ensuring none could report back to their masters.
When the dust settled, dozens of bodies lay at their feet, and the army let out a victorious cry.
Madam Clark exhaled, gripping the orb tightly. “This battle hasn’t even started, and already our enemies try to weaken us.” She turned to Elarin. “Double our watch. We will not fall to deception again.”
The army, now purified of infiltrators, stood stronger than before, ready for the war ahead.
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The Thatched Hut of the Three-Phased God
Deep within the cosmic realm, hidden in the folds of the universe, lay the simple yet majestic hut of the Three-Phased God. The air shimmered with celestial energy, and the very space around it seemed to ripple with timeless wisdom.
Inside, the Three-Phased God sat cross-legged, his three faces reflecting the past, present, and future. His calm demeanor was interrupted by a sudden visitor.
The Goddess of Life entered in a flurry, her radiant form glowing with divine energy. “Three-Phased One, when will you act?” she asked, her voice carrying both grace and worry.
The Three-Phased God opened one pair of eyes to regard her. “Goddess of Life, what troubles you?”
She hesitated before speaking. “Kent. The young man in the lower realms. He is waiting for your response.”
The Three-Phased God sighed. “I know.”
“Then why do you not appear?” she pressed. “He is a worthy soul, fighting against fate itself. If anyone deserves your aid, it is him.”
The Three-Phased God shook his head. “I’m bound to my word. If I act, the draconic god won’t sit silent. Also, the destiny is not so easily altered. Kent is indeed remarkable, but his path must unfold naturally. If I intervene too soon, it will change the course of history in ways even I cannot predict.”
The Goddess of Life frowned. “You speak of destiny, yet even fate bends to the will of the determined. Kent has proven himself beyond mortal limits. You fear what may happen if you help him—but have you considered what may happen if you don’t?”
The Three-Phased God’s third face, the one of future sight, gazed into the distance. “I see both possibilities. One where Kent rises and changes everything, and another where he falls, and the realms drown in darkness.”
She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Then help him rise.”
The Three-Phased God shook his head. “Fate will decide. “
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Devil Mountain…
“What are we waiting for? Let’s fight.” The voice of the mysterious old man sage clothes reached Kent.
Kent’s eyes snapped open. Before him stood a man unlike any he had seen before. Clad in robes reminiscent of ancient warriors, his hair tied in a large bun, he carried the presence of both a monk and a warlord.
Kent, despite his fatigue, steadied himself. “Wait… Who are you?”
The man grinned. “I am Veera Vikrama Mahavir, 32nd Samrat of the Mahavir Clan.”
Kent’s brows furrowed. “There seems to be a misunderstanding, elder. I’m doing a ritual here and definitely not in a mood to fight.”
The warrior sage shrugged. “Then why did you wake me?”
“What? When did I do that? I didn’t even know about your existence. I was calling for the Three-Phased God.”
Mahavir raised an eyebrow. “Three-Phased God? Never heard of him.”
Kent sighed. “I need his help to transport my army to the Spirit World. The demons are coming for the human race, and I have no other way to reach them before they destroy my land.”
Mahavir folded his arms. “So you want to take the battle to them?”
Kent nodded. “Yes.”
Mahavir laughed. “You needed a god for that? That’s simple!”
Kent felt a flicker of irritation. “If it’s so simple, then do it for me.”
Mahavir stepped forward, pressing a finger against Kent’s forehead. Energy surged through Kent’s body, opening his mind to new knowledge.
“A human can be stronger than any god. Space is not an obstacle—it is merely a cloth which needs to be torn apart.”
Mahavir passed a great amount of knowledge about space elements to Kent. Withdrawing his hand, Mahavir produced an enchanted arrow and handed it to Kent. “This will guide you through the realm barrier. Use it wisely.”
Kent fell to his knees in gratitude. “I will never forget this.”
Mahavir smirked. “You’d better not. When you return, you owe me a fight. If you win over me, you will get your most desired wish. Don’t underestimate my words.”
Kent, gripping the arrow tightly, repeatedly thanked the old man. Even though Kent understood that the old man is the mysterious-person receding in the tomb of devil mountain, he don’t have time to chat.