The dense fog enveloped the mountain, obscuring the rays of sun as they tried to pierce through the darkness. A dark and impenetrable forest extended around the base of the mountain, like an invisible border separating the human world from the unknown. In the center of this forgotten land stood the Clan of the Dark Clouds, a group of mysterious beings that had inhabited this inhospitable region for centuries.
Deep within the heart of the mountain, a temple emanated a sinister aura, seemingly feeding off fear and pain. The residents of the clan gathered for a macabre ceremony, as an old and feeble man was subjected to the horrors of sacrifice. Chains with thorns embedded in his flesh, spears piercing his bones. Blood cascaded down the flat stone slab where he lay, feeding an artifact that rested on an altar. The artifact, a ring adorned with sharp thorns, pulsated with dark energy.
As the ritual progressed, Shen Yi realized that he had reincarnated into this dark temple, his consciousness returning to this imprisoned body. The excruciating pain from the chains embedded in his flesh and bones was terrifying, blood flowed in a constant stream towards the altar where the artifact resided. His eyes opened, taking in his surroundings.
Figures clad in black robes with a dark mist shrouding their faces kneeled, chanting a chilling "Sacrifice to the Great Lord of the Clouds" repeatedly. It was as if those distant voices were infinite, echoing through the dark corners of the temple.
In that moment, as Shen Yi awakened from his unconsciousness, something extraordinary happened. He noticed that a consciousness had birthed and taken hold of the Sacrifice on the altar. In the sky, a storm brewed, clouds like a raging abyss descended towards the earth. A colossal hand, emanating dark clouds, emerged from the depths of the tempest. Red chains snaked from its fingers to its forearms, like burning seals trying to prevent that colossal limb from advancing towards the temple.
The expected impact did not occur. Instead, an unexpected and titanic clash between the dark hand and an unknown power that had suddenly appeared to prevent the collision ensued. It unleashed an explosion of energy that shook the mountain, sending shockwaves through the air. For a second, a deadly silence fell upon the surroundings, and then an energy spread along with an intense cold that seized the air. The impact froze everything on the mountain, turning them into ice statues, like crystal sculptures.
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Shen Yi, one of the main culprits of this disaster, was at the epicenter of this freezing chaos. Encased in his low-temperature power, the chains and thorns that bound him fused with his body, attempting to imprison him in a grotesque fusion of torn flesh and twisted metal. His face bore a pale mask of suffering, while his eyes shimmered with an unknown heat.
In that brief clash, Shen Yi realized that in order to escape this dark place, he had to detonate one of his high-temperature bubbles to propel his body out of this shattered temple.
Raising his trembling hand, he suppressed the low-temperature energy within his soul sea. And he activated the high-temperature bubble in the outer core of his soul, a deadly heat engulfed his being, turning everything within a 20-meter radius into flames, evaporating the ice from his body and his surroundings.
As he unleashed his power, Shen Yi did not forget about the dark hand that was still descending from the sky towards him. Fragments of the scattered ice melted from the high temperature of his surroundings. His grotesque form, the external chains and thorns frozen, shattered under the thermal impact caused by his powers. He gathered a portion of his energy into a single point for a powerful blast of power, the dense point struck the dark hand with devastating force.
A bright flash appeared and intensified. The entire mountain trembled violently as a result of the force generated by this impact. The clash between these two infernal powers ravaged the area where the Clan of the Clouds had resided. The already destroyed walls of the temple shattered into mere rubble, the dark aura exuded by the hand infected the air with a lethal mist, while some of the clan's residents, no longer in statue form, lay in fragments of ice with the dark red of their blood.
As the battle continued, Shen Yi did not let his mind become completely absorbed in the fight, although it seemed like he was fighting for his survival. In reality, he was looking for an alternative to quickly escape from this now barren mountain, engulfed in fire and clouds.
As the toxic mist rose from the burning debris, seeing the hand preparing to attack again, Shen Yi, knowing that he had no more time, with a bit of determination, concentrated the power of the source in his soul into an extremely dense heat bubble that distorted the air around it, and threw it at a fast speed towards the storm in the sky, facing the dark hand. Sensing the danger that this bubble represented, the hand "pulled" the clouds within a radius of 3 kilometers towards itself and absorbed them, becoming even more colossal.
But, in this small interval of time, the bubble collided with the clouds in the sky and detonated with a devastating explosion, an unimaginable heat exceeding thousands of degrees Celsius erupted like a bright sun, evaporating all the dark clouds in the sky within a radius of 1 kilometer. Seconds felt like days. A colossal cavity opened up, exposing the brightness of the sun and the celestial blue of the sky, in the surroundings of the frozen mountain.