The Little Orbs, in a Daze, drifts down onto the ground.
"Uhhhggg... The process of Retrieving just this uniform is sooo taxing.... Imma take a small break!"
"WAIT! What do you mean i don't got a Cultivation Core...?"
"uh hu..."
The Orb stop pulsating vibrantly as it drifts into slumber
Hawk, perplexed at the entire situation, tries to draw out some of his power... sadly not an ounce of Cultivation can be sensed moving within him...
He cant sense anything at all, but the looming feeling of hunger and distress.
Grrrrrrrrr- a Loud grumbling echoes from Hawk's stomach...
"I better forage for some nutrients..."
As an immortal, the concept of hunger was more of act of self righteousness... an act of eating is just a grandiose ceremony to remain in a healthy mind set as when you reach the Soul Forming stage... Hunger becomes a non essential function.
...and now Hunger was overwhelming Hawks judgement...
In a daze Hawk stands up and inspects the ruined remains of the small area he had tried to breakthrough at.
Hawk exclaims, " This king is the Pinnacle of Dao, UNMATCHED In my realm and below...! I Spend millennia cultivating and Advancing, to reach the end-"
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A smell cuts off Hawks motivational speech to himself, an aroma of booze and meats...
Grrrrrrrrr- Hawk finally listens to his stomach and begins his stride to the source of the smell...
He rushes down the mountain in a uncoordinated stride, limping and falling from what he believed are still heavy internal injuries didn't fully heal yet.
as he heads down the mountain, he begins to hear loud music and songs, followed by what sounded like celebration...!
Giant red flag poles and adorned stringers cover the area around the mountain, Extravagent dancing and Martial Arts competitions all around.
Hawks continues is sprint falling down face first a many of times, the whole of where his once healthy eye resided is covered in pus and dirt.
As he scans the Immediate area he finally spots it, a Mouthwatering display of all kinds of foods and drinks, the fragrance permeates through the entire festival...!
Hawk by this point had spotted his objective and remained in complete focus state, obtaining some kind of substance to alleviate his stomachs insatiable grumbling had become everything for him at this moment.
He reached the foot of the mountain and breaks through the bushes and tree into the festival area.
"HALT" a Young man wearing the outer sect disciple uniform of the sect draws his sword, "Identify yourself...! How did a beggar enter this deep into Soaring Peak Sect, and in such shambles!"
Hawk has no interest in this young man.
He starts to make his way to the food table, mouth leaking his intentions and desire.
"Don't ignore me...!" the Young man, cuts off Hawks advancements by placing himself in between him and the feast...
"WHAT PURPOSE DO YOU HAVE HERE?! How can you come to the greatest celebration in the Soaring Peak Sect looking and dressed in such a manner...!"
Hawk, in his rush had forgotten to change into the uniform that the Orb had struggled to retrieved for him. He was draped in a few sheets of burned, torn, dirty, and dry blooded pieces of cloth, his eye no sign of getting better, still in fully display...
"Shi- Uh-", Hawk eyes the man and sees he is an Outer disciple," HOW DID THIS KING GET HERE...?! MORE LIKE WHO LET THIS OUTER DISCIPLE EVEN GET CLOSE TO MY PEAK!?"