NO NAME | THE VOICES IN THE GREAT Martial Hall exceeded the limit of a mere whisper, exploding into lamentations, exclamations and even insults on the left and right; [...] Amidst the crowd, you could also feel Xie Lian's confused state - the only o...
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ᴀᴠᴇɴᴜᴇᴏꜰᴍᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟᴅɪᴠɪɴɪᴛʏ ; ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴀʟᴄᴇʟᴇꜱᴛɪᴀʟ
— ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, ɴᴏᴡ.
MY BODY CONVERTED into a vortex of pure chaos intertwined with the icy stillness in my mind; while my spectral self remained locked between both familiar chasms — hanging between logic and emotion.
It was a delicate situation I found myself in. Despised how tenuous my position had become.
I recognized that the nauseating sensation of a pair of obsidian and crimson irises following me through the crowd was nothing more than an illusion created by the continuous stress placed on my divine shell.
I ignored the tiny droplets of sweat running down the curve of my neck; the feeling of the scorching heat made me so angry that it took an extra dose of willpower to keep me from turning around and saluting each of those petty deities — whose flushed faces turned in opposite directions as I passed, as if I hadn't I could feel their looks imbued with disdain insisting on not abandoning me.
Bastards.
When I lift a hand to remove the strands that have fallen onto my eyelashes, I freeze. I come across the sickly pale limb whose tendons and joints stood out among the blackened, pinkish, and yellow tones of a collection of coarse bruises. The torn and abused flesh seemed like a filthy mockery of the stupid title of Illustrious Master of Martial Arts, which I had not asked to receive.
My lips set into a rigid line. I pull back the grayish-silver layers of my floating sleeves, readjusting them against my skin.
I wasn't surprised why all those stupid and useless gods watched me like crows circling a half-fainted corpse.
I thought that, when beings as imperfect and selfish as humans achieved the feat of ascending to a position, however small it may be, it was an almost instinctive tendency of their nature for them to become proud and arrogant of it — looking down on those who are below them as if everything else were not worthy of coexisting on the same level of reality. I found them futile, all of them — gods of gold and clay who weren't worth a third of their fame — but I didn't have such a vapid ideology when I achieved my ascension, yet it surprised me that deities so worshiped by human beings — a vast majority of them sincere in their hearts and devoted to their beliefs. — could be almost as flawed and stupid.
It was degrading to be in that environment full of riches, ambition and futility, but I remained firm in my performance until all my confidence became as fragile as a piece of red silk exposed in the middle of a tornado.
