The Immortal Legacy: Black Mists Demon ( Book 1)

SOUL DESTRUCTION

It was early in the morning on the fifteenth day of the battle for lands between the Green Field and Sky Empire. The sun was just breaking through the early morning clouds that covered the eternity of the Sky. The battle which had originally taken place at the borders of the two empires was now just outside of the gates of the Green Field Empire. A magical shield could be seen glowing brightly around the city, protecting it and its people. The power source of this protective shield was a beam of light that was coming from within the center of a large palace stationed in the middle of the city.

The city was in extreme chaos as it was made up of both cultivators and none cultivators. Though the shield was in place and was protecting everyone inside, the majority of the city's population was made up of none cultivators which were composed of both the young and the old. The pressure released by the rank nine Saint General Dragon could be felt due to it being so near to the city's walls, this fact alone caused some of the weak persons and none cultivators to find it extremely troublesome to stand on their own and needed to be supported by some of the stronger members. As time passed, the streets started to clear and houses started close up. Three men could be seen floating midair cross-legged, meditating with a white mist circulating their bodies. They were continuously drawing in the pure Qi of heaven and earth.

The three men had the auras of the first and second levels of the Saint General realm. Eight and seven levels below General Odain Grayson and three and four levels below general Mich Son. Though they were much weaker in cultivation bases than the two generals, they were some of the strongest last lines of defense for their empire, including their emperor.

"Sigh... It looks like faith will take you away from us, old friend"

 Within the palace of the Green Field Empire, a Middle age man could be seen sitting cross leg, floating midair in the center of the palace with four men wearing white masks on the ground making a circle pattern underneath him, they too sat cross-legged. Their auras were of the fifth levels of the general realm. The middle-aged man who sat cross-legged had a bright beam of green light shooting out of his body. This beam of green light was the power source of the glowing green shield that was protecting the city.

Not long after, the magical symbols on the green shield started to tremble; one by one they started to change their shapes and gathered together to form what seemed to be on illusionary mirror thirty meters wide that could let others see what was happening outside from inside of the city. Within the space of a few breaths of time, the streets of the city were flooded with citizens, heads held high looking at the illusionary mirror. When their eyes made contact, they were instantly shocked to the point of collapsing. Some started to tremble in fear, while others had a blank expression on their faces.

The sight that they were greeted with left them shocked. Mo words could explain what they were now seeing. Children started crying and the old began to fall to their knees. The lands outside of the shield were destroyed beyond recognition. It was painted in the blood of their people, brothers and sisters, families, and friends alike. Even though the invading army as also died on the fields, they still felt the pain and sorrow stabbing at their hearts, ten thousand, ten thousand members of their empire had fallen due to the greed of a next nation, mixed feelings were the only thing they could feel at this moment. Rage, regret, hatred, sorrow, bloodlust, but they could do nothing to influence the situation outside.

"My people, I have made you see this site so that you can all know the brutality of this world. This is to let you know that if you want to protect what you love and hold dear, strength is the thing that matters the most. The world is a rough place for the weak. To the strong your lives are nothing but a stepping stone, so to live your lives as free men and women you must become strong. Harden, you're hearts and make cultivation your number one priority"

A loud voice could be heard vibrating across the city, it was so loud that even the two generals out on the battlefield could hear it, it was filled with profound energy and had an imposing aura.

"My lord, my time has come; we shall meet again in the next life, take care of yourself"

General Mich Son's eyes glowed brightly as he thought this in his head. He was now completely out of Qi and energy replenishing pills. He had one arm and was extremely exhausted, even to the point of collapsing. His eyes burned with a fire so strong that no one could deny the strength of his soul and will power when it came to the protection of his people. With gritted teeth, black smoke started to rise from the top of his head. This sudden change of events caused a shocked expression to appear on Odain Grayson's face and also those who were cultivators within the shield that were watching the proceedings of the battle and bracing themselves for the worse to come.

"Lord Dui Lue Tain, Mich Son is burning his longevity at an alarming rate, he's planning on sacrificing himself" reported one of the four masks men while looking up at the middle-aged man who was floating in mid-air.

"Sigh... I know" stated the Lord of the Green Field Empire. Mich Son was unhesitant in burning his longevity. The black smoke started to burn and rose from his body at an alarming rate. The winds suddenly began to pick up speed. Screaming faster and faster as it turned.

The black smoke was blown away but the winds continued to roar violently. A bright light could be seen flashing in the eyes of General Odain Grayson as his grip tightened onto the halt of the great sword in his hand

"Mich Son, you're a mad man. You're just foolishly throwing your trash of life away haha."

Though Odain Grayson was chuckling while mocking general Mich Son, he remained vigilant, the fire on the dragon body started to sway back and forth as the winds raged like a hurricane.

"I shall give my life to protect what I love and hold dear to me"

Shouted Mich, Son, as tears began to fall from his face, one could only imagine the pain he was feeling in his heart to know that all his fellow clansmen had died in the hands of Greedy men, just for the sake of more land. The viciousness of the world knew no bounds. In his heart, only pain and regret could be felt. Regret for not having the power to destroy all his enemies, regret for not being able to protect his home.

The winds blew across his face as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. As he did, a white glow started to surround his body. The pressure in the atmosphere suddenly got dense and countless swords started to form in the sky above.

"We need air to survive as it and among other things grants us life, but it can also take it away." With that said, Mich Son's eyes snapped open. He looked to the sky at the purple flaming dragon and General Odain Grayson who was looking at him with contempt and mockery, a light smile broke out on his face as he shouted the words!

"That which gives us life can also take it away, WIND WORLD DOMAIN"

The early morning sun was bolted out by tens of thousands of illusionary swords that were formed by condense winds. The air collapsed and cracks could be seen in the sky above. The auras of these tens of thousands of illusionary swords which were tyrannical when looked upon would strike fear into one's very heart and soul. The domain covered the eternity of the battlefield and stopped three centimeters away from the glowing shield.

This made the citizens go into a silent and fearful manner, to the point where you could hear each and everyone's heartbeat. If a pin were to be dropped, it would be as loud as thunder. Every one of them, both cultivators and none cultivators knew the cost of forcefully opening a domain, on some of their faces could be seen mixed feelings. They didn't know if they should feel grateful or sorrowful.

"Raaahhhhaahhrrr"

A loud dragon's cry could be heard from off in the distance. Upon closer inspection, it was the dragon releasing large waves of purple flames into the sky in an attempt to destroy the illusionary swords. Following this unforeseen turn of events, the illusionary swords suddenly started to tremble and shot forward in attack at full speed. Tens of thousands of swords went into pursuit of the roaring dragon. As the swords neared the raging flames, the wind turned violently and a burst of air shock wave collided with the flames, forcing it back while the tens of thousands of illusionary swords continued their descent.

"BOOM BOOM RAAAHHHAARRR"

Loud explosions continued in rapid succession followed by a loud cry of a dragon. The illusionary swords broke through the raging flames, shattering it to pieces as they slammed into the body of the dragon none stone. As the dragon cried out in pain, it started to rotate in place, releasing huge amounts of flames and destroying the swords.

Burning the very air itself, Odain Grayson pointed the great sword outwards, releasing a black beam of light that tore through the hundreds of swords, its might was unstoppable, heaven and earth shook under its pressure.

Mich Son with his one arm was panting none stop as he used his hand to write a magical symbol on the ground with his blood, countless illusionary swords were destroyed by Lord Flame and General Odain Grayson as the dragon landed on the ground. The greatsword in Odain Grayson's hand was so sharp that it could cut through space itself and destroy the lesser building blocks of life. It was said that the ruler of the sixth mountain, while in meditation for one thousand years discovered a secret skill which gave birth to the space destruction technique, to those who had seen this secret skill never lived to tell its tale thus its overwhelming powers for destruction. It became a legacy skill and could only be passed down to those who had a connection to the sixth mountain.

Lord flame, though a creature, was still birthed by the sixth mountain, so in some ways, he had a connection with the mountain and had grasped the basics of the destruction skill, which was to destroy the soul and transform it into a sword of destruction. The sword would then become the soul and the soul, the sword. In this case, the sword which General Odain Grayson had in his hand was the soul of the dragon who granted him power. The magical symbol that general Mich Son wrote on the ground in blood started to glow with a bright red color as the ground began to tremble.

The 'wind world domain's' pressure started to get even more intense as the shaking of the ground continued. Red pillars of light shot into the sky, turning the remaining illusionary swords red. Their auras multiplied as they began to take the shapes of real swords. General Mich Son started to grow old, his hair was not white as snow, and his body looked weak and exhausted as his longevity continued to burn away.