In the time of dusk before sunlight, long past the era of chaos, but before the ascension of technology, when the dwellings of the living were governed by those with strength, the age of the prosperity of pure man, lied a cloaked man, soaked red in his own blood.
Surrounded by all, human or not, male or female, evil or orthodox, the cloaked and bloody man faced a surrounding assault, chained down by the countless and relentless blows.
The only time since the history of creation that the world was so united as to act against one person. Fury, resentment, and wrath dominated the atmosphere. Their voices raised together as they battered the single man.
“Mo Xuan! Your actions have passed all lines. You hold no path to heaven and have crossed into hell with every move you take.” One man shouted while bitterly striking the ravaged man causing the very land to collapse.
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Another kicked at Mo Xuan, shattering space where the wave had touched. “She loved you! She went against my wishes to support you, yet you cast her away. You murder her in cold blood to steal her treasures.”
“Were all our experiences, our adventures a- a lie? Was it all a part of your plans to manipulate our friendship? All to take my treasures and rob my cultivation?” Tear-struck, a bald man with a large scar across his neck yelled, his body glowing a bright gold while the vast illusion of a Buddha appeared behind him, striking a fist at Mo Xuan.
Above them all, however, an old elder with wrinkles within his wrinkles displayed his presence. A devastating pressure pressed down on all those present, causing them to sharply inhale a cold breath. He merely whispered two words, “Mo Xuan.”
Yet, when they left his mouth, it was like the Heavens had fallen. The skies turned black and all life withered. The earth turned barren before an abyss appeared where Mo Xuan once lied.
When everyone saw that the demon had died, they all felt an invisible burden lift off their chest. Silently, without speaking to each other, they returned to the forces from which they came.