"Lookout! Hawk is Finally doing it!" Onlooker scatter from all the reaches of the <>'s Land, as the sky becomes turbulent in a dazzling whirlpool of red and gold lightning rays, each one more powerful than the next, a event not witnessed in the realms for over a thousand millennia

Rays of light congregate at the tip of the most reputable and distinguished Peak of the Soaring Peak Sect, Hawks Nest Peak, penetrating the lands deep into the earth, destroying and leveling entire cities all for the sole purpose of one mans dream... a Dream the Heavenly Spirits deemed to be too dangerous...!

*Coughs Blood*

"Why must... WHY MUST YOU BLOCK THIS VENERABLES PATH? HAVE I NOT SACRIFISED ENOUGH FOR THIS?!" Hawk who is increasingly frustrated at the amount of strength he is having to utilize to Ascend to the highest realm know to Immortals, Spiritual Melding Realm, becoming one with the spiritual world itself...!

Hawk's Seven Feather Soaring Coat, a once Heavenly Artifact in the top 10 of the <>, a numeric evaluation of the spirit and power of Heavenly Artifacts thru the lands... is now starting to succumb to damage from the lighting and is begging to tear into gold and white scraps.

"DAM- Whaat..."

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A torrent of Essence follows along the path the lighting took slowly seeping into Hawk

Hawk suddenly feels at ease... "Did I do it...?" The Blue Light brings bliss to the burned and torn body, a moment a peace which to hawk feels like an eternity...

a strange feeling begins to befall Hawks... it was too early to celebrate,

He feels as if part of him has been removed from him, he concentrates and tries to dig deep within his Sea of Consciousness looking for a clue to the source of this disturbance...

"You sure did...?"

Hawk hears a small high pitched nervous voice.. "Who is their! Attempting to take this King while recovering...?!"

"Whaaaaaat--! Someone trying to get me?"

Hawk look around for the source of the voice and his eyes begin to notice among the bloodied dirt a glowing ball.

"Please Hawks...! Dont let them take me...!"

"Huh?"

Hawks left eye begins to pulse and surges with excruciating pain, followed by a torrent of blood as the eye bursts from its socket...

"HAWKS-!" the little ball begins floating up in a rough manner "Nooo-"

"I-I-I have- suffered pain multiple times... worse than this... so why am I... dam ball is too loud..." a Drained and Exhausted Hawks passes out from the never ending pain he has accumulated from his Tribulation.

his eyes shut as the once adorned Cultivation room on his mountain has become nothing more than dust in the wind...

a few days go by and Hawks lays undisturbed, surrounded by dried up blood and small critter feasting on the larger ones whos misfortune it was to be hit by the Lighting.

Not a single soul residing in the immediate adjacent area ever dared approach even when he wasn't doing important ,Disciples from Soaring Peaks Sect did not dared to approach the peak... as Hawks ..Temper... was knows throughout the Worlds...