《Re: Immortal》Chapter 10
Advertisement
The gate of heaven was essentially the door to the heavenly realm. It held a massive teleportation array, that helped transport people to and from anywhere in the earthly realm. Ever since the fall of heaven, the gate itself suffered heavy damage yet thankfully the array itself was almost intact. Due to the damage that befell it, the array would only open once every one thousand years and would remain open for three days and three nights, giving mortal cultivators the window needed to enter the heavenly realm. After the three days, the array would close down and would not open for another year.
Sects and clans from all over the earthly realm send their disciples here in search of fortuitous encounters, the lucky ones might even stumble upon a legacy left behind by the ancient immortals!
"Senior, the gate is due to open for another four months," said Bai Yu respectfully, his head still bowed low.
"Hmmm, that should not be a problem," replied Omis, sending a stream of Qi towards the array making to grow bright.
"As expected of senior!" Lightly mumbled Bai Xian, her eyes filled with awe and adoration as she gazed at the young man's back. She knew that he was far older than her master, far older than even the patriarch himself! Yet his perfect face, his long white hair, and his deep obsidian eyes made her heart flutter and her cheeks turn rosy, she shook her head trying to clear her thoughts as she reluctantly turned her gaze away from Omis's back towards her senior brother and master, they seemed to be in as much shock as her.
"Is the array still connected to the mountain of the beginning?" Asked Omis as he looked back at the trio, his eyes locking with Bai Xian's for a second making her lower her head in a hast as her cheeks turned rosy, seeing that Omis lightly grinned. His 'avatar' was indeed quite good looking in the game, yet he never really stood out as all the players had all types of strange and extremely good looking avatars, yet now it seemed he did.
Advertisement
"Yes senior, it is indeed connected to it," replied Bai Yu.
"Good, let us make haste then."
Nodding, the trio moved to their feet and soon followed after Omis's footsteps. Once inside the array, Omis continuously fed it his mana making it grow even brighter. The group soon felt the teleportation force surround them as the array continued to shine brighter and brighter.
***************************
On top of the mountain of the beginning, a giant ancient array with complex ruins was carved on the ground. Surrounding said array was hundreds of tents, each occupying an area on the peak of the mountain. These were all representatives of the various sects from all across the earthly realm since there were still four months left before the opening of the gate only minor elders and disciples were situated here. The standings of these sects and clans were easily distinguishable, it was common knowledge that the stronger the sect or clan the closer they would be camped to the array, with the weaker ones situated in the edge or even off the peak of the mountain.
The mood around the mountain was quiet as usual, none of the sects or clans interacted with each other, with their few representatives each choosing to focus on their cultivation rather than other matters. All in all, it was supposed to be another normal boring day for all those present. All of the sudden a giant pillar of golden light pierced through the sky falling on top of the peak straight to the array, the light came so suddenly rendering all those present unable to react as they shielded their eyes from the blinding light.
The pillar, that extended to the void, seemingly splitting the sky itself open was seen all across the realm. It's pressure forced hidden masters out of their hideouts, this was something they had never felt before, the pillar exuded an otherwordly aura, an aura so divine, so heavenly! On this day, countless masters stopped their cultivation and turned to face one direction, the direction of the mountain of the beginning...
Advertisement
On top of said mountain, all cultivators present stood in shock and curiosity, the gate was not due to open for another four months, and even when it did it was never done in this fashion. They all squinted their eyes, as the light started to subdue, trying to make out what seemed like the silhouettes of four people. Once the light fully dissipated, however, all people present found themselves on the ground kowtowing! None had managed to catch a glimpse of who had arrived, yet the pressure and aura alone were enough for them to understand, this was not the aura of a mere mortal cultivator, nor was it one of a monstrous beast. No, this aura was different, it was ancient more so than anything they ever felt before and it was powerful, so much as that nothing could come close to.
Some people present had made their speculations as they laid there kowtowing, yet none truly dared believe it! How could they? It was simply unimaginable! The once quiet mountain peak turned even more silent the sound of the wind howling was the only thing that could be heard. Moments after the aura forced all those present to their knees, a deep strong majestic voice could be heard breaking the silence, and booming through the ears of everyone on the mountain.
"I'm finally back."
Everyone shuddered at the power the voice carried. Most lost all intention to try and raise their head and peek on who the owner was, and instead tried to make themselves look even smaller in hopes of not being noticed.
"Bai Yu, lead the way." Ordered Omis, as he gazed the crowd of people kowtowing to him, a strange sense of pride seemed to wash over him.
"As you command senior!" Happily replied Bai Yu.
Soon, the group could be seen flying away from the mountain. It was not until they were in a significant distance away did the pressure finally disperse allowing people back on their feet.
"Bai Yu?"
"That's the Bai clan's first elder!"
"He called that person senior!"
"Quick, inform the sect!"
Similar hurried conversation erupted all across the mountain, as the representatives pulled out their communication stones and crushed them, relaying the news to their sects and clans.
Advertisement
- In Serial172 Chapters
Rise of the First Necromancer
Asrael Nessarat awakes on a sandy dune with a mouthful of sand and nothing but tattered rags in his posession. As the High Magus of the school of Necromancy, he once aspired to prove to the Emperor that magic still held a place in their society. But that day came, passed and inevitably accelerated his kind's downfall. Now; they are hunted, strung up and burned on pyres throughout the Empire by the Emperor's holy Inquisition- an efficient and ruthless army hell-bent on bleeding every last droplet of magic from the lands. With nothing but a mouthful of sand and tattered rags; Asrael is determined to seek the one thing his cold, still heart desires. Vengeance. This story can, at times, get very dark. It is not recommended for the faint of heart. This is not a story of an overtly powerful wizard who can pulverize his enemies from across the world, nor is it in any way, shape or form a joyous tale. We follow Asrael as he and his companions explore and seek to change an unjust world, where kindness and acceptance are exceptions, rather than the rule. If you are looking for a story to inspire hope or joy, this is not it. If you wish to read about likeable, heroic people, turn around. If you wish to see good battle evil, where the cut in between is clear, then this is not for you.
8 114 - In Serial18 Chapters
The Heretic Legion
Cover Art: Undead Master by Changling Assassin. Located at: http://fav.me/dbm60ex Used under license Creative Commons attribution non-commercial 3.0 per bottom right of the linked page. Summary: Just the story of a necromancer and his eventual army. Currently, the only major thing of note is a pretty fleshed out magic system. No set list of spells or specific incantations. Just rules similar to the laws of physics, within those laws you can do whatever is possible. Updates: I work Sunday thru Wednesday and updates tend to revolve around my scheduled days off. Currently, I release content as I feel it's ready for release because that's what I myself would prefer from an author. Warnings: This story is graphic. blood/necromancy magic that requires self-harm to use. explicit descriptions of sexuality. (though fairly tame outside of the marked chapters, at least compared to said chapters) and is generally darker in tone. If you're concerned you might start to read only to be turned off by these elements. See 7. Teetering on the Edge for an example of the graphic nature of violence or 9. Explicit Content for a fairly self-contained example of the most explicit of the sexual content.
8 140 - In Serial35 Chapters
Rise of the Undead king
Oooh queen of tombstones, let his name never be carved. Oooh king of passage may his presence always illude you. My prayers go out to you and your child, I offer you my soul and ask you as a mere woman let this one never die. So it began, my journey to become a king of undead. Will the gods be watching? ----------------------------------------------------Hey, this is my first attempt to writing a story and is initially practice.With this story I'm not yet entirely sure where to go, maybe someone else will be the zombie king. Eventually I do wish to split this story into two. I just hope who ever reads it, will enjoy some of it. Have a good day all of you. Ps. That's my cat Noesje on the picture.
8 199 - In Serial7 Chapters
Four story anthology
[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge] [participant in #NaNoWriMo] Preface: This fiction will contain four different stories set up as a challenge for myself and to get better at writing. The challenge for royal road writathon is a 55.555 word goal while the nanowrimo challenge is 50.000 words. Reader suggestions is turned on, feel free to point out errors I missed and I'll fix them up! Chasing sun, napping softly: Cultivation/Xianxia genre. Some parts will poke at the ridiculousness of the Xianxia gerne. We follow the life of a magical fox monster, who doesn't like how the cultivation world works. Said beast seems to have more knowledge than is usual for normal magical beasts. In it's infinite wisdom it decided to search for the main character of the cultivation world to have a cozy and safe place beside him. Our fox will act as a "wise beast" to coast along on the main characters rise to greatness, all for peace, happiness and that amazing napping spot in the sun. The challenges for myself with this story: Writing in first person. Comedic effect between talking vaguely and sounding wise. The cost of heroism: A story more centered around fights and mental health of hired mercenaries/heroes. The world is infected with an eldritch corruption. Humans are trying their best to explore and clear out wilderness and the dungeons hiding in them to establish new cities. Lords seek for hired hands to do the professional work. Thanks to the setting, the story will show how awful pasts are the norm and how pragmatic people became thanks to that. People exchange their sanity for riches, fame and gods acceptance. Interpersonal relationships change drastically and quickly. The challenges for myself with this story: Writing grim scenes/imparting a feeling of how grim the world is. Writing fight scenes. Showing different mental states. Describing their influence on people during fights, walks or even after successful or failed campaigns. Who will be the next powerhouse? : A story about a gaming show, it's host Staan and the different participants. Stereotype characters, stereotype backstories, silly challenges and quizzes. The winner of those challenges gets powerups for their power system. Be it magic, ki, psychic power or anything else imaginable and unimaginable to reach the power of gods. The challenges for myself with this story: A softer tone for storytelling. Making the reader smile and enjoy themselves. A different try at slice of life story. I was left behind on earth as my family conquered another world and enjoys riches, but that's okey because I got a cheat too! : Stereotypical Isekai story parody twisted into an Urban Fantasy story. The challenges for myself with this story: Writing over the top and overdramatic scenarios/scenes Writing in first person. Walking into stereotypical scenarios and making them more dramatic/giving them a twist. Different type of humor.
8 203 - In Serial10 Chapters
Knights of the Partition
We like to think there are no monsters. No magic, no gods, nothing waiting in the night but the stars and cold, hard science. It’s a comforting thought. It isn't true. Magic isn't common, mind you. Working forces is difficult in the Age of Man, and gods are limited in the ways they interact with the world. The great monsters of old have mostly been slain, or sealed away. But rare or not, the magic isn't gone. The great Working that protects us from the horrors of the past does not have the power to destroy such things. Instead, it created the Partition, a tapestry of worlds beyond the boundary of our own. There the magic roams, searching for a way to come back. I am a Knight of Avalon. One of the protectors of the Partition. How did I get this job? Poor decisions, mostly.
8 170 - In Serial6 Chapters
Dark Beginnings
A young man named Solomon finds a strange book that holds mysterious powers. Will he embrace the magick that he's destined to wield, or will he turn from it and try to live a Normal life without magick and demons.
8 120

