|𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞| 1st Version

ℑ 𝔖𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 ℌ𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔄𝔦𝔯

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Nightless City

"Kill Wei Wuxian,

Kill the Yiling Patriarch!"

"Off with his head!"

They all yelled repeatedly like a broken record. All of the four main sects: Yunmeng Jiang sect, Gusu Lan sect, Lanling Jin Sect, Qinghe Nie sect, including the smaller sects joined to destroy the infamous Wei Wuxian. The Yiling Patriarch who ended the lives of thousands if not millions more. A once respectable young man who helped eradicate the Qishan Wen Clan from their tyrannical regime whom later grew to become the public enemy of many others. Fearing the sheer power he possessed.

"If you people want it so badly, come and take it!" Wei Wuxian declared destroying half of the amulet.

Many cultivators came charging with full force, all sharing the same goal in mind: obtaining the stygian amulet. An Amulet that was once a sword, forged into what is known today as the Stygian Amulet. One of Wei Wuxian's greatest inventions, being both his greatest ally and demise. Even so with all its negative aspects the amulet was known and judged for, many still wanted a taste of its power.

At that moment, a mist of black smoke appeared between the cultivators and Wei Wuxian, resulting in some retreating while others were pushed at a distance. Watching how the figure slowly rose, made everyone's breath hitch. For what they sensed was an intense demonic energy far greater than Wei Wuxian's.

Yet the most shocking part of it all was the man that appeared before them. "Oh, what's this?" Said this mysterious man uninterested.

Scanning the Cultivators with his penetrating gaze, made them feel as though their souls were being judged, with just those golden eyes of his. They would be lying if this person before them didn't look more intimating than Wei Wuxian himself, even though he is also dressed in dark robes with the only difference that the person in front of them had dark blue waves as patterns. Yet his complexion wasn't what frightened them, but the look their eyes carried. Eyes that were filled with despair and loneliness. An intent to annihilate everything and everyone that was in their way. This was a look of a man who had lost everything.

What's with the dramatic entrance? "...Lan Wangji...?" Wei Wuxian expressed in disbelief. 'What is he doing?!'

In hearing a familiar voice, said person by the name Lan Wangji turned around and with a look of bemusement he replied, "Mn, Wei Wuxian?" If one were really close to this young stoic mans face you would be able to notice how his brows furrowed.

The man in front of him looked like they were in deep thought, and when he turned away for a second a gust of wind went pass him aiming at Wei Wuxian's direction.

"It's a trap. It's a trap! The Yiling Laozu is using a hallucination tal-" the man was met with the same sharp object that he had shot meant for Wei Wuxian, pierced in his chest with resentful energy flowing from it, his body fell like a ragged doll followed by a thud. To say that Wei Wuxian was in disbelief was an understatement, for he just witnessed the great Hanguang-Jun, kill someone so merciless. Wei Wuxian open his mouth to speak only to be cut off by a cultivator.

"Wei Wuxian, How despicable of you to use a look alike of Hanguang-Jun to shield yourself!"

"Ha! You think so highly of me, of doing such a thing. I'll take it as a complement..." He smiled. "...And even if I did, I would have done so a long time ago."

"Wangji...", Two men dressed in white with cloud patterns said in sync surprised.

"Shufu..." The young man's expression showed concerned, but upon seeing the second person standing next to them it turned dark. For the man that this young stoic man was looking at with eyes of hatred was none-other than Lan Xichen. His brother. "...Zewu-Jun..." Yet no matter how this young man before them saw Lan Xichen, he still carried an expression of what looked like confusion and pain.