A dire fate awaits those unfortunate souls who find themselves consumed by the searing inferno of Heavenly Devil Flames. Searing and merciless in their intensity, these otherworldly fires possess a malevolent nature that defies the laws of life and death.
To be engulfed by the caustic embrace of these ethereal flames is to meet an eternal demise, forever severed from the vast tapestry of existence. The ordinary path of reincarnation is forever closed to these ill-fated individuals.
Such is the magnitude of this cosmic punishment that it not only obliterates the physical form but leaves no trace behind. Even the faintest remnants of one’s being, such as clones and soul marks, dissipate into the abyss, erased from the annals of time and memory.
The very concept of agency and continuity of identity is rent asunder, as those entangled with Heavenly Devil Flames succumb to an indomitable finality. Apart from the tormenting flames which ravage the flesh and spirit, the entwined souls are condemned to a fate of eternal void, their very essence severed from the eternal cycle of life, death, and rebirth.
It is a nefarious and inescapable destiny, a profound condemnation that shatters hope and extinguishes any prospect of redemption. Forever cast aside, those who fall prey to the Heavenly Devil Flames are doomed to wander as spectral echoes of their former selves, forever barred from the light of existence itself.
As the flames mercilessly engulfed her, Sylvara experienced a searing pain that seemed to consume every fiber of her being. It was a torment unlike anything she had ever encountered before, a burning sensation that clawed at the deepest recesses of her soul.
Desperate to release the intensity of the pain, she opened her mouth to scream, but no sound escaped her lips. Instead, she could only watch in horror as her physical form withered before her eyes, reduced to nothing more than ashes and embers that scattered into the air. The flames had devoured her body, leaving behind only aching emptiness.
The torment didn’t stop there. Sylvara could feel her very essence, her soul, being transformed into an ethereal mist. It started from the core of her being and spread outward, a hazy vapor that dissipated into nothingness within seconds. Her identity, her presence, simply vanished in the blink of an eye.
A deafening silence settled over the realm, interrupted only by the crackling of fading flames. Awe, fear, and disbelief hung heavy in the atmosphere, overwhelming those who bore witness to the catastrophic scene. Those who possessed a considerable amount of power were struck with awe, humbled by the magnitude of destruction. The weaker ones, perhaps overwhelmed by their own mortal fragility, were consumed by fear.
In the midst of this maelstrom of emotions, there were those whose ambitions were ignited. Desire coursed through their veins, fueled by the spectacle of power. It was a twisted longing for dominance, a hunger to seize control and reshape the world in their image.
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Amidst all the chaos, there was one figure who watched the devastation unfold with detached composure - Mi Ling. Hidden behind a mask of indifference, she couldn’t help but release a weary sigh.
"Fate is an eternal force," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the lingering remnants of destruction. "It’s an intangible thread that binds every living being without exception. It clings to them relentlessly, leaving death as their sole liberation."
Elder Chen, who had silently approached her, couldn’t help but question her actions. "Young Miss, was such a fate necessary?"
Mi Ling turned her gaze towards him, her eyes gleaming with a weariness that seemed to span centuries. "Necessary?" she echoed softly, a hint of sorrow tainting her voice. "Fate... it’s an all-encompassing web that we are trapped within, a destiny we cannot alter."
She lapsed into a moment of reflection before continuing, "A battle with the devil court? Even if we gather all the strength and resources at our disposal, victory may remain uncertain. And even if we were to succeed, what reason would justify such sacrifices?"
Elder Chen’s lips curled into a bitter smile, his disagreement evident. The notion of sacrificing their allies, particularly a member of their own alliance, did not sit well with him.
The scene before them was a haunting reminder of the inherent fragility and unpredictability of existence.
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In the vast expanse of the Common Road Realm, a desolate planet floated aimlessly in the empty void, devoid of any signs of life. The scorching desert stretched as far as the eye could see, its blistering heat rendering the entire planet inhospitable.
Amidst this barren landscape, a figure suddenly materialized, their presence seemingly defying the lifelessness of the planet. It was none other than Liang.
With cautious steps, Liang’s feet sank into the scorching sand, the unbearable heat causing his skin to prickle, and his sweat to evaporate instantly. Yet, a sense of familiarity washed over him.
In a swift motion, Liang’s eyes flickered with a mesmerizing silver light. With a focus that transcended the physical realm, he extended his void sense to its limits, reaching out to scan the surroundings with an intensity that bordered on obsession.
However, as Liang delved deeper into his search, his expression darkened, a shadow crossing his features. His senses confirmed what he had suspected. The Sacred Records Sanctum was no longer present on this planet. Yet, that was of little concern to him. Liang’s true purpose for coming to this desolate planet was far more profound.
He closed his eyes, shutting out the harsh desert sun and the swirling winds that whipped through the vast, desolate landscape. With every breath, he delved into his own consciousness, seeking the ethereal threads that connected him to the void marks he had carefully placed earlier. A sense of anticipation soon rippled through him, causing a small but satisfying smile to curl at the corners of his lips.
With a sudden burst of energy, he vanished from his current location, only to reappear in an entirely different spot within the barren desert. His arrival was swift and seamless as if he had effortlessly merged with the shifting sands and became one with the arid landscape.
His piercing gaze narrowed as it landed on a particular spot. It was there where he felt an undeniable presence, an ethereal hint of a dimension or realm beyond the one he currently inhabited. A flicker of excitement danced in his eyes, momentarily overshadowing the gravity of the situation.
Without wasting a moment, Liang extended his hand in a swift, authoritative motion. The air around him crackled with power as space itself started to distort, shifting and contorting under the weight of his power. It was as if he commanded the very essence of the void, bending it to his will. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, the boundaries of space expanded, stretching and trembling until a reverberating tearing sound echoed throughout the vicinity.
And then, like a tear in a fragile piece of fabric, a space rift materialized before him.
As the rift widened, its edges shimmering with a myriad of colors. With a determined, solemn expression etched onto his face, Liang stepped forward, his feet sinking into the unknown.
The rift sealed behind him, leaving no traces of his passage except for the lingering sense of anticipation that hung heavily in the air.
As Liang stepped out of the space rift, he found himself in a completely different scenery. The scorching heat of the desert was replaced by a bone-chilling cold that seemed to seep into his very soul. The landscape was barren, with jagged rock formations jutting out from the icy ground, creating a treacherous and unforgiving terrain. Above him, the once-blazing sun was replaced by a sky painted in black and crimson, a haunting sight that sent shivers down his spine.
No signs of life could be seen, but the piercing howls that echoed from every direction filled the air, a symphony of loneliness and despair. The sound was haunting, as if it emanated from the very depths of this desolate realm, carrying with it the weight of countless lost souls.
The echoing voice, triggered by Liang’s presence once again, reverberated in his mind with an even greater intensity than before. The ethereal whispers seemed to penetrate deep into the core of his being, stirring his bloodline and igniting a primal fire within him. It was as if his very essence resonated with the call, an undeniable connection that compelled him to follow its lead.
With each step he took, the invisible threads of destiny seemed to pull him closer to the source of the voice. The vibrations in the air grew stronger, raising the hair on his arms and causing a surge of anticipation to course through his veins. He could sense that he was drawing nearer.
The pull was magnetic, guiding him through the treacherous terrain with an almost mystical precision. The jagged rocks and icy ground began to shift and reshape, creating a path before him as if the very land itself recognized his purpose and yielded to his presence.