Everything was covered in blood, it seems as if the rain had turn red. Piles of demon corpses span in a large circle around the boy who was kneeling and breathing his last few.
He was almost at the foot of the mountain, the safest haven he could momentarily think of. It was only several steps away from him but it felt like the distance between Heaven and Earth. The night was deep, the fog was thick,and the wild beasts' loud howling was eerie. This scene created a frightening but sad atmosphere.
He had been fighting and struggling for an uncertain amount of time. He was feeling deeply weak and tired. The gentle and barely noticeable wind was blowing his long midnight black hair. It was almost curtaining his face, but he did not have the strength to tie it back, and it felt as if it was lulling him to a very deep and long sleep.
He was trying to recall his past. His memories are hazy, this mountain is truly a wretched place. Everything that you hold dear will be gone here, be it memories or material things. You would feel like an empty shell if you stay too long. This place is like a void.
He looked at his pure white sleeves drenched in blood and could not help but sigh. A lone tear fell upon his open palm. Why must misfortune always befall the good? Can't I seek justice with my own two hands? Is this the limit of what i can do?
He smiled despite himself. "This is the end but I still don't want to give up. I'm quite pitiful, am I? I do hope that someone can hear my pleas." he mumbled.
"I do not dare ask for a second breath of life nor do I seek to see the sun rise once more, all i hope for is for my only wish to be granted. I'll even sell my soul to these devils"
His eyes are turning heavy. "Xie Qianfan*, brother Qianfan" a feminine voice kept on repeating like a wind-up music box inside his thoughts. He wanted to search for the person but he knows that he is not here. He extended his hand as if to reach her and hold her for the last time. The mind surely plays wicked tricks, it was just a phantom of the person he was longing for, a fragment of his fading memory.
"Little Flower, I'm sorry. Please do take care and stay safe" he softly whispered and close his eyes as he fell on the ground.
Author's note: I'm trying to make a novel that is based on the Cultivation world you read in Manhuas. Well my story has no historical basis nor is it factual. It is also a transmigration of an Immortal to an ordinary cultivator. Like the magic emperor or you call it here, devil butler.
Setting: the World of Cultivators
Real story start at part 2
*Xie means grand
*Qianfan means thousand sail
I used Chinese names cuz i think it is cool and i really like Manhuas.
Picture is not my own. :) thank you
