Battle
1559 Words
Deep within the vastness of space, drifting amongst the stars could be seen as a massive praying mat. This praying mat gave off a holy light as if it was the center of the universe, if one looked closely, they would be able to see that on the mat, large mountains with dense spiritual energy could be felt from miles away.
There were also many valleys and rivers scattered around, the roars of spirit beats could also be heard non-stop within the uncountable forestry. Seated within one of the many beautiful valleys, an old man could be seen drawing a panting of the stars, within the stars was a sword that seems to be moving at light speed between worlds.
The old man look at the drawing he created for sometime before moving to draw a young man surrounded by golden Mists. The young man was standing on an altar that seems to have fused with the surrounding space.
The young man's eyes were sharp and with each turn of the panting, it was as if the universe was turning with this young man. Next, the old man drew heavenly warriors and deadly demons.
"The universe is filled with many ups and downs, twists, and turns. Life is but a spark, nothing noticeable in the vastness of expanse and but a moment in time"
The old man's eyes were closed the entire time he was drawing the panting, once the painting was finished, he saw a young girl dying, he saw the laws of time being forcefully disrupted and a chain of events following.
"So it was you after all"
Once the old man's eyes opened, the stars in the sky shined brighter for a moment, the roars of beasts became silent and the running of the rivers paused for a time.
The old man's eyes seem to hold the world, he seemed to be able to tell the history of time and the fore coming of man. Around the old man, time seemed to have come to a stop, a glowing door shined in front of him as a middle-aged man walked through the doors.
His eyes held deep sadness and his eyes were wet with tears. His aura was desolate, with each step he took, time would bend around him, the grass below his feet would grow old and then young and fresh again.
It was like a never-ending cycle of aging. The middle ago man was wearing deep blue robes, his black hair flowed down from his shoulders like a waterfall. When the old man saw him, he took out a painting that showed a woman standing on a mountain looking up at the heavens with tears in her eyes.
She looks lonely and lost but determination filled her eyes nonetheless. She would train day and time without stopping, but it was as if the heavens shine upon her not, no matter what she did, the door of Immortality would not descend.
She young woman live until she was 6,000 years old within the lower realms this was because the lower realms did not permit one to live beyond 6,000 years. She grew old and her life force slowly faded away.
"Master, I couldn't descend and I couldn't find a way to help her, why?"
The middle-aged man walked to the front of the old man and kneeled with tears running down his face. The aura of desolation increased with each passing moment, the old man could only look at the painting before releasing a deep sigh.
"Jia kiddo, life is full of mysteries, the path we have to walk is like the Dao we seek. Full of loopholes yet full of insights and understanding. Everything as a cause and effect, this is the karma of Dao"
The old man floated up with several paintings floating around him. The middle-aged middle floated up with the old man as well as they made their way towards the river. The river was clear and filled with several stars shining with a bright golden hue.
"But I've helped many ascend to the Immortal Realm. I have helped to grant many Martial Paths the trillions of worlds could only hope for but why can't I help her, I ascended before her, leaving her there, I have left her there all alone"
The middle-aged man looked at the floating painting behind the old man as they landed at the riverside. She was staring a the young woman who eventually turned into an old lady at the end of her lifespan.
"Jia Lin, the action that you want to perform, think it through carefully. Karmic ties will fall and the hands of faith shall be twisted. It won't end as you think it will"
The old man turned to look Jia Lin in the eyes, it was like he could see everything clearly without Jia Lin having to say anything. The old man had lived for 1 million years already and he had seen many things.
Things that were both unexplainable and mysterious. He had comprehended the past of the universe, one of the legendary paths of the Dao known to man. He had trained and natured hundreds of world leaders and the last person he had taken under his wings before his time came was this middle-aged man before him. Jia Lin.
"Master, I must go back, I must try to save her again. You have shown me the path of life and I have understood the path of time. Let me use what I have learned to change the past"
Jia Lin floated to a stop beside the river, he watched as the old man took out a painting and placed it into the river water. It was a very strange action by the old and it was the first time he was seeing this old man doing something like this.
"We are not God, life as to follow its natural order and curse. If you alter the curse of time, there will be many side effects and chain reactions"
The old man floated down into the river but the strangest thing was, his clothes didn't get wet at all. Under the river, the sun and moon took form and glowed with bright lights.
"Master, what are you not telling me"
Jia Lin knew his master well, this has been the first time in several hundreds of thousands of years his master was trying to tell him not to do something. His heart began to beat faster, could his actions cause a mayor cosmic shift.
Would be affected or maybe the universe as a whole? He knew his master would not give him full details because that too will affect the curse of the universe. It was like his Dao of time, in all things he had to be careful less he causes great damage to the fabric of space.
"Take a look at this, what do you see?"
The old man passed the pasting that was soaked in the river to Jia Lin, the panting was dripping with star essence and was shining very brightly. In this painting was a sword, a young man surrounded by golden Mists standing on an altar that shook the heavens.
"I can sense a demonic aura from this young man, but there is also Immortal blessings as well. How can that be?"
Jia Lin took hold of the painting, he was shocked when he senses the mixture of demonic and Immortal power in one being. One had to know that demonic essence and Immortal Qi could not be mixed or the host would die.
"Is that all your old to see"
The old man closed his eyes and seemed to have aged, Jia Lin noticed this but said nothing. He knew more than anybody else that his master's time was at its end and he could tell that his master was about to give his power to him.
"Sigh, master, time is running out, I know what you want to do, but this path of yours is not suited for me, I"
Jia Lin when he first started on his martial path, the old man had suggested for him to follow in his foot's steps and walk to the path of the universe but at the end of the day, this wasn't faith and he could not learn it. His master had found that he could give him his power once it was time for him to leave this world.
"Focus child" the old man waved his hand to signal Jia Lin to continue with his dedication of the panting.
"I see a golden mist and a sword that seems to be searching for something."
Jia Lin paid close attention to the painting but that was truly all he could see from the panting, its drawings, and that was it. He wasn't like his master who had a vast experience of worldly offers and could for tell events.
"Master, I'm not like you, I can't understand the images you're showing me. What do these things have to do with me and what I want to accomplish?"
Jia Lin handed the painting back to his master and floated over to the old man, he then pressed his hand on his shoulder as the power of time around the old man froze to a standstill.
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