The Immortal Legacy: Black Mists Demon ( Book 1)

My Martial Path

Mich Son was endlessly panting, his appearance somewhat pale and looking extremely exhausted. Through the nourishing powers of Apollo, Mich Son thought that he would be able to make it through the battle without having to face any aftershocks of the sudden increase in power, but to his surprise that wasn't the case at all.

He wasn't feeling too depressed about the sudden turn of events, because he knew, that his body before the aid of Apollo was mortal, and though ancient on strong Apollo was, some effects would still be caused on a body that was too weak. His illusionary arm started to flicker in and out of existence as if the power to support and stabilize it wasn't there anymore. The Phoenix wings disappeared as well as the golden armor, as of this moment, he had no aura whatsoever, his body showed no signs of ripples or fluctuations of power, he was now of the mortal realm.

Apollo was still in his hand glowing with his ever bright golden radiance

"You almost died in that split second old Son"

Apollo wore a serious expression while looking at the weak, panting old man, in his eyes one could see that, though he has only met Mich Son for a short period, he had grown a costume to this old man.

"I know"

Panted Mich Son, the sword which was Apollo suddenly got so heavy that he had to let go of it. With a big boom, the sword fell to the ground shaking everything for miles, a sword that weighs 30,000 pounds wasn't something anyone can freely handle and lift has they pleased, the sword's true weight wasn't even 30,000 pounds to being with, because in the final moment of power exchange with Mich Son, he had sealed off his original weight and powers so that the old general would be able to manage.

"You can't handle fifteen percent of power, your body is too weak, though you will and determination is strong, the body isn't"

Mich Son was in Apollo's consciousness which was the endless white world.

"This world has nothing to do with me anymore, this body his just a shell that the soul uses to do it work, the body is just a vassal of my soul"

The old general had a burning flame in his eyes as he explained his thoughts to the ancient swords that were in the form of a boy in front of him.

"Even if I die right and now, I will protect my people, I will meet my ancestors with honor and pride, my people will live on" these last few words vibrated throughout the white world as if it was law and the only law of heaven and earth, "these words are of the soul and not the heart, just and true but how can you make them become reality old man"

Odain Grayson sat cross-legged while trying to stabilize his Qi realm that was almost on the verge of collapsing, the battle prowess of the sixth mountain to his understanding was getting out of control and was too much for his body to handle. With various changing hand signs and incantations, endless blood red Qi gushed out of the sixth mountain to surround his body and was being absorbed by him, the vortex was still present in the air, growing in size with each passing second, when suddenly with a flick of his hand, blood red Qi dashed forwards to devour the vortex within an instant.

All that remained on the battlefield were destruction, Odain Grayson, and Mich Son. Blood red Qi poured into his body replenishing and nourishing his body, returning it to its maximum condition. The two legendary mountains were high the sky facing each other as if they refused to bow down to the word, they stood there unshaken and unmovable by anything of this world. The citizens of the Green Field Empire were shaken and were on the verge of sinking into deep despair, the glowing golden shield that was protecting them suddenly collapsed without any warnings whatsoever.

The gravitational pull of the battle was instantly upon them as cultivators and none cultivators fall face-first to the ground, the pressure in the atmosphere also bore down on them like a descending mountain.

The emperor without a second thought started to rotate his cultivation based, he then bit down on the tip of his tongue, spitting out some of his lifeblood or otherwise known as blood essence. The small drip of blood floated above his hand while releasing a bright red glow that covered his body in one full swoop, as this happens, the spatial ring on his finger flash as a green four-leaf clover could be seen on his palm. The blood essence that was glowing around his body was then suddenly absorbed by this green four-leaf clover and was transformed into what seems to be a blood-red flow that was eight centimeters high.

The minute this blood-red flow came onto being, vines upon vines that were as thick as a baby's head burst out of the ground from all corners of the city. Upon close inspection, these large vines had flowers that were blood red growing on the sides of the veins as the vines grow upwards in the air, within the blink of on eyes hundreds of vines were surrounding the city with blood-red flowers on them.

"What's happening, what's going on?"

"The emperor his acting"

"Flower defense, it's the flower defense"

Various thoughts were running through the mind of the citizens of the Green Field Empire as the watch the growing veins blossom with red flowers. When the vines were hundreds of meters in the air, floating above the city, the petals of the blood-red flowers suddenly started to expend, each flower expanding, touching the other creating a shield that looked like a big red flower with hundreds of vines surrounding it. These vines were constantly moving as if they would destroy anything that got with their killing radius.

"This is all I can do for now"

Panted Dui Lue Tain emperor of Green Field, the minute the flower defense shield was put in place, the gravitational pull was reduced as well as the pressure that the citizens were faced against, that this type of shield was enough to withstand the battle prowess of the sixth mountain. Large amounts of blood-red Qi continued to endlessly pour into Odain Grayson's body as he tried his best to refine the brutal energy of the sixth mountain. His body was seventy-six percent healed and was healing at an extremely fast rate.

"Just you wait old man, when I'm finished healing, I'll destroy you and this pitiful city" as of this moment, Odain Grayson looked like a war demon for the underworld, with his two horns sticking out of his forehand, accompanied by his dragon wings, he truly looked like someone to fear.

On his face was complete confidence and arrogance that was unmatched in heaven and earth, he was completely looking down on the world before him.

"To be completely honest with you Apollo, I have no way of making my dreams of saving my people come true, I am weak, I'm out of power, I'm mortal now, but that doesn't mean that I will give up". "The martial path is a path of struggles, bloodshed, and hatred, this fact is known to everyone.

Only the strong can be a free man but what about the children and what about the old, if they aren't strong I Mich Son will be strong for them, I will not die until they are all safe" while listening to Mich Son, Apollo's facial features could not be seen through, he had on a straight face, as if he was thinking about something and couldn't figure out the answer, he then asks

"What is your martial path, what makes you want to protect all these people, some you don't even know?"

"There are my roads that a cultivator can travel, a martial artist must first find himself before he can find his path to travel on, and many roads lead to too many different things and these things are what define us".

He then went into say "My martial path isn't the path of seeking power or the path of wanting to rise above all, no its the path of protection and self-awareness, this path gives me strength through the protection of the ones I love and hold dear, this empire and its people is what I hold dear and is what I love, this is where I get my strength from, this is my martial path, this is my power"

The white world of Apollo's consciousness suddenly started to shake frantically as a profound and ancient voice could be heard from who knows where, upon Apollo's face was shock and surprise and the excitement in his eyes could not be hidden "little one, though mortal you are, you possess a heart that is cultured and pure, not many possess these qualities anymore" the voice shook everything in the white world as if the will of the heavens were descending into the mortal realm.