MTL - High Above - Chapter 17 hope

This year, Ji Jingqiu is 16 years old.To survive, he envisions the Fire House Buddha Prison, plants a bodhi treasure tree, and embarks on the path of martial arts.Many years later,A brilliant light arises, illuminating endless darkness.A towering ancient tree, with emerald green leaves and a canopy like a pavilion, rises with glass-like clarity into the sky, supporting a divine realm of pure land, spanning countless ages, illuminating the three realms and ten directions.On this day,All martial artists under heaven look up to it, like mayflies seeing the blue sky.......“Within there is a bodhi tree, which I planted when I set foot in martial arts, and now it has grown to provide a canopy.”“I see everything in the world, and nothing is like me.”“That year, I scoured history books, this history without era, I looked horizontally and vertically, and saw those characters – ‘The world’s storms come from us.’”...— Excerpt from the autobiography of Ji Jingqiu, the proud sun of the martial arts world of today.

The year is 407 AD and Rome is at the precipice. In the West, a usurper by the name of Flavius Claudius Constantinus has declared himself emperor. By doing this, he and his traitor legions have fractured the Western Roman Empire into two. At the same time, the north bleeds! Countless germans swarm across the borders of the Empire and pillage its lands in their ruthless raids. Alaric, King of the Goths, rises to a position of prominence and threatens the ancient capital of the dying Empire with his barbarian hordes. As if things weren't bad enough, rumors from the east state that a mysterious power rises within the fogs of war, threatening to drown the Empire in a river of blood.

As a response to these threats, the indolent emperor Honorius has given orders to his supreme commander Flavius Stilicho to reclaim the province of Gaul from the usurper. However, should he leave the heartland of the Empire undefended, undoubtedly Alaric would invade. Thus, under the threat of barbarians at the gates, Stilicho dispatches a young roman general by the name of Titus Claudius Marcellus to bring an end to the reign of the usurper. Will Rome fall to the tides of barbarians and traitors alike? Or can Marcellus restore a world collapsing around him? Find out in Heir of Aurelian!

Heaven and Earth serve as the guesthouse for all living things, with Time being the sojourner since time immemorial.

As with the difference between dreaming and awakening, the distinction between life and death is diverse and confused, and changing.

What awaits us beyond time, once we have transcended life and death, heaven and earth?

Kai's story begins in a cold holding cell - with no memories and nothing to live for. Just pain and rage. Broken, like the world around him. That’s when everything went black...The next thing he knew, he awoke as a mutant!Seven years earlier, in 2020, the Z Virus outbreak shattered the world. Cities fell. Beasts and monsters ravaged the streets. And from the chaos, mutants emerged - humans twisted by the virus into something more. A gift and a curse.But Kai didn’t mutate from the virus.He was made.The first and only stable artificial mutant, created by the twisted genius Dr Nyx - a man who failed to replicate him and spiralled into obsession.Tortured. Experimented on. Pushed to the edge. Kai finally escaped after his awakening, but the scars remained. And so did the power.Now free, Kai is cold, calculating, and merciless. His ability to manipulate blood - his own or others' - is terrifying. But to him, it’s just a tool. One he’ll wield without hesitation.In a ruined world ruled by the Association, mutants, and the strong, Kai has no interest in saving it. He wants answers about his past, the truth behind his mutation, and revenge on the man who tormented him.Only one thing is certain: He who bleeds last writes the story... even if it’s in crimson ink on the bones of the fallen.This is the story of the Bloodweaver!Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real events, locations, or people are purely coincidental and not intended to portray anything.