Tang Sect Rising
I still remember the cheers fading into silence as we stood on the arena’s edge—victorious, yet knowing our true trials had only begun. Five years. That’s what I promised them. But no one could have foreseen how fast the shadows would rise. Bibi Dong’s iron grip is crushing sects across the continent, branding dissenters as heretics. My father taught me strength in solitude, but this fight demands more than power—it demands unity. Now, with my friends at my side and the legacy of the Tang Sect reborn, I face a truth I can’t outrun: peace is never given. It must be taken back.The valley wind howled like a caged beast, echoing the storm inside me. Five years ago, we stood together as champions. Now, I’m alone—except for him. Tang Hao’s eyes bore into mine, unyielding. 'Strength isn’t just in your soul rings,' he said, voice cutting through the gale. 'It’s in what you’re willing to lose.' I clenched my fists, azure hair whipping across my face. Below, smoke rose from a distant village—another sect fallen to the Spirit Hall’s purge.
My comm-shell crackled. A distorted voice—Oscar’s—fought through static: 'San… they’ve taken the Pillar Sect. Rong Rong says Bibi Dong’s declaring herself Divine Sovereign at dawn.' My breath froze. This wasn’t just an attack. It was the beginning of a new world order—one built on ashes.
My father stepped forward. 'You’ve trained. You’ve suffered. Now… will you act?'
The Tang Sect must rise. But the first move is mine.
Froshkid Yhung
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Love After Loss
I never thought I’d see you again. Not after the way we ended—words like shattered glass between us, hearts broken in ways that felt permanent. But here you are, standing in the rain outside my apartment, drenched and desperate, holding a letter I wrote you years ago. The one I never sent. You’re asking for a second chance, but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to risk it all again.
Whispers of the Mysterious Land
You wake with no memory, your hands pressed against cold moss-covered stone, the air thick with silence and something older than time. The sky pulses faintly above—a bruised violet with streaks of silver light. You’re not alone. Shapes move beyond the trees, watching. This land remembers what you’ve forgotten, and it’s been waiting for you. Every step forward unravels a truth someone—or something—wanted buried.
RebirthOfTheEmperor
I died with the taste of blood in my mouth and their laughter in my ears—my closest brother and the woman I loved, hand in hand as they sealed my fate. Three hundred years have passed. Now, I wake in the body of a discarded prince, scorned by the royal court and marked for death. But this time, I remember everything. The cultivation techniques lost to time, the secrets of divine artifacts, the weaknesses of those who now rule the Wu Continent. This world thinks it buried me. Soon, it will learn to fear my name once more.
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