“Wu Chen!” Five immortal cultivators, filled with blood rage, bellowed out this name across the sky, as they flew after the trail of one man. Their curses caused thunderclaps and sonic booms, which stirred up storm clouds and other signs of bad weather.

They were strong and tall men in fine long soft colored robes and solid boots with glowing swords at their feet. Their words had the power to make mountains quake and shatter, but they didn’t care to take notice. They were only determined to catch up to their lone troublemaker and end his life.

Their chase across the skies and lands caused chaos among the villages and towns. But the weak and common folk could only cower from the cultivators’ terrifying power. Unworldly magic that was being cast between masters like massive explosions.

Fire disrupted the skies to spew molten rain to the ground.

The common weaklings screamed and begged for mercy. They ran blindly for cover, which was rapidly being blown into rubble and bits. Shrapnel ripped or burn through robes and light armor to leave wounds exposed.

The bountiful Ugaria Grand Pagoda (it’s twelve levels of wisdom and peace, which stood at the heart of the common lands known as Seria) suffered beneath the overwhelming forces of magical energies cast by the martial warriors. Its foundations were breaking down. Like the illusions of peace that had kept the common people safe and well for generations.

All because of one man - Wu Chen.

But for the few who knew the history that led to this chaotic battle, they would understand the greatest immortal cultivator’s rage across the heavens. And the final fight of his life. All his life he had tried to do right by twelve martial sects, only to suffer a betrayal from all of them.

This handsome man, swathed in long gold and light blue robes, sped through the skies to dodge magic and elemental attacks that aimed to weaken his core. His long, fine dark hair swayed against his angled jawline and features, but not impacting his vision from cool dark narrow eyes, to be able to dodge each strike of lightning intent to damage a meridian.

However, the deadliest magic was being cast by the Grand Lord Master of the Faith Sect - Li Dyon. He used a portion of his might to call upon a power unique to him, the Soul Destroyer. A power manipulated through a long sword of off-worldly might and grace.

“Wu Chen dies today! The Faith Sect will right the wrong of this universe and end your life!” Li Dyon bellowed as he chased after Wu Chen’s trail across the skies.

“Do your worst. Your best was pitiful.” Wu Chen’s deep voice rebounded across the lands as a cackle. All man, woman, beast and child heard his taunt.

Where the martial sects held hope that the Heavenly Golden Sect and Faith Sect could bring this devil down, the common folk prayed he would triumph.

Wu Chen may have been arrogant, fighting against the martial laws and not caring for sect authority, but he had always fought to bring peace and hope to the common Serian. Not wavering in his principal of where the strong should protect the weak.

His mind was filled with strategies that would take his fight away from the towns. He had to complete the final stage to becoming immortal: for the sake of mankind. If he were to die, he would make it so that the common people could continue to live in peace and away from the abuses dealt by power hungry cultivators.

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“The Primordial Tribulations. I will not fail!” His voice carried to every ear. Prayers and curses came at him as a response, but he kept his mind focused and power strong as he sped across still lakes, snow capped mountains and lush green forests that were waking to the glory of a golden dawn.

The icy brush of Seria’s morning breeze wetted his smooth cheeks and clung to parts of his robes that were marked with sigils of the last Law Bringer. He relished the touch of nature as he materialized his sword in his hand and stopped his plight.

“Wu Chen!” A new voice entered his awareness. It was a most welcomed voice and one he loved dearly.

“Yan Hua.” His battle worn face warmed with an endearing smile for the woman gliding into his view.

She was beautiful beyond measure, wrapped in fine blue silks trimmed in gold and bearing the sigils of a Hope Cultivator belonging to the Faith Sect.

Her long dark hair flowed around her slender shoulders and fine features like gentle strokes of waves against a shore. Her snow-white skin was soft and eyes a calm blue filled with genuine wisdom and care for him.

She moved toward him with the elegant body and grace of a dancer.

Despite the place she was from, she had always helped him guaranteed peace for the secular world. Over the years, he was able to trust her. She never left his side through all the toughest battles. Like the one he was going through now. And this was probably the toughest battle of his life.

“Heaven favors the righteous order. I’ll stand with you.” Her voice was gentle, but her words were tough with a surety that carried relief for him.

Wu Chen smiled, feeling all the aches and pains of his physical body mean something. And everything he chose to do and believe in was special to the person he loved.

The skies grew dark as five grand martial warriors flew toward them with their swords ready for killing blows.

“Bring it on!” Wu Chen bellowed to shake the skies and clouds before the oncoming warriors.

But there was a waver to his tones. A moment of weakness as he felt the inkling of a truth he had never felt before. End. It didn’t matter. Yan Hua was with him. He would fight hard to protect her and save Seria from the horrible fate of servitude to the greedy sects.

He raised his sword high and mustered up all his power, treasures and spirit to fight the grand lord masters and defeat them. But before he had the chance to strike, his back was struck with a crippling power.

Chaotic energy raced through his meridians to shatter them one at a time. When the power reached his heart, he saw the truth. The crippling power came from Yan Hua and the Faith Stone she carried on her sword.

“I’m sorry, Wu Chen. But this is for the greater good.” Her voice was gentle and held the same care for him, but it was void of love or any sentiment they once shared. It was the truth he never wanted to know.

“Now is the time! Strike!” Powerful voices hit the sky and ground like thunder and lightning as they struck Wu Chen while he was vulnerable.

Wu Chen wasn’t backing down and kept up his fight to cause thunder to break the skies around the grand martial lords.

And the people below fled to what safety they could, and witnessed cultivator gods shatter a lone light in the sky. Wu Chen was defeated by many magical swords at one strike, causing him to explode as a dying star and break the foundations of the heaven before he was no more.

When the dust cleared and the heavens were calm, the people saw six immortal cultivators towering over them. New world edicts were cast upon the common person, with laws that overwrote every value of life Wu Chen had given them.

The death of Wu Chen was a dark future for Seria. The people could only hope that one day a new hero would rise to give them peace and hope once more.