When the distinguished Grandmaster of the Liuguang Sect Academy arrived at the site of devastation,
all he found was a river of blood.
Lifeless bodies of once-innocent people lay scattered across the charred earth.
Broken swords.
Burning skies.
The Twin Phoenixes....nowhere to be seen.
Only black smoke filled the heavens.
Flames still licked the dying trunks of trees,
and in the center of it all....
lay the shattered corpses of the once-great High Kings:
Mo Yan and Yu Sui.
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The Grandmaster stood in stunned silence.
Even a being as powerful as him could not bear this tragedy.
Survivors who had barely lived through it
fell to their knees, weeping.
Tears flowed freely,
unlike the battlefield that, just hours ago, had echoed with the clashing of blades.
Now, only broken sobs haunted the air.
Leaves fell softly landed on the bodies of Su Nian and Duie,
while the wind drifted past the garments of Mo Yan and Yu Sui,
as if trying… desperately… to wake them.
But it was already too late.
A single moment of greed
had stained the entire earth with blood.
And now even the Grandmaster's time was running out.
He had only one duty left to fulfill.....
The birth of a prophecy written in fate.
And so, he did exactly what destiny had carved into his soul.
He summoned his final energy,
and with his soul, he forged a prophecy that would live forever.
And as his spirit left his body....
the prophecy was born.
His lifeless body collapsed beside the fallen.
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The mourning went on for hours.
But this was not a time for emotion alone.
This was a time of duty.
For there was still a final task left to do.
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Some time later, two disciples arrived....
staggering, wounded.
Their sacred red ceremonial robes,
from the Zhaio Sko ritual, were torn and soaked in blood.
They were Bao Fang and Yun Zhi.
Everyone else… was dead.
Barely holding each other up, they reached the house once owned by Duie.....
and collapsed in front of it.
They were broken, not just in body but in spirit.
Never had they imagined....
that betrayal would come not from an enemy,
but from their own ming jing men sect, the one that raised them.
That truth alone was enough
to shatter something eternal inside them.
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Though the Grandmaster had already passed,
the people rushed to try and save the two survivors.
Healers began treating their wounds...
but there were other wounds far deeper, far darker.
Their eyes fell upon the sight ahead....
The lifeless bodies of their beloved kings,
Mo Yan and Yu Sui,
still dressed in the wedding robes they had worn just hours ago.
They had been married… and murdered in the same day.
And then.....
as if that weren't enough.....
they turned to the side...
And saw Su Nian, the beloved disciple,
his hand forever holding onto Duie's hand.
Love murdered.
Innocence stolen.
Their souls wept.
And so did Bao Fang and Yun Zhi.
The kind of weeping that tears through the bones.
That no healing technique in the world could ever erase.
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They were taken inside a nearby house.
Some people stayed to care for them,
while others carried in the bodies of Mo Yan and Yu Sui..
now wrapped in respect and reverence.
The bodies of Duie, Su Nian, and Su Nian's sister were brought in next.
They were gently laid on a sacred red silk sheet,
and then covered with soft white funeral cloth.
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Bao Fang and Yun Zhi were laid on nearby beds,
as healing began.
But no amount of medicine could mend the wound
that had torn across their hearts and souls.
Their eyes remained fixed on the covered bodies....
where the absence of soul
echoed like a silent scream in the room.
A few elderly members of the Xuemo Sect,
quiet in grief,
carefully picked up the sacred crowns of Mo Yan and Yu Sui,
wrapped them in clean white silk....
and placed them beside Bao Fang and Yun Zhi.
It was now their responsibility.
The weight of the future had been placed into their hands.