I. The Emergence of an S-Class Residual Will
An unusual earthquake erupted in the middle of the night, shaking the entire western border of the Remembrance Tribe. The ground cracked, spiritual energy ran wild, and heaven and earth dimmed—like an ancient shadow was awakening from the depths of time.
At the summit of the central altar, Tribe Chief Lưu Tịch sat cross-legged inside a formation circle. His eyes snapped open, a cold ripple surfacing in their calm depths.
"The seal is trembling…" Lưu Tịch murmured, his voice echoing like a deep bell from the distant past."An S-Class Residual Will is awakening."
The air in the grand hall grew oppressive. The elders' faces turned grim. The term "S-Class Residual Will" was more than just a classification—it referred to the spiritual remnants of a terrifying being from ancient times, sealed away for transcending the limits of living beings. Now only a soul filled with hatred, corruption, and world-ending power remained.
Lưu Tịch's voice turned solemn:
"I cannot leave the altar. The spiritual veins of our tribe are at a critical juncture—any misstep could collapse the central seal."
He flicked his sleeve. Three spirit talismans flew out, transforming into beams of light that shot across the territory.
"Summon Lăng Tiêu, Diệp Vân Sơ, and Bé An to the Hall of Remembrance. Only they… can face what's coming."
A cold wind blew past, carrying ancient whispers from the depths of memory.A nightmare long buried… was returning.
II. Rising Action: A Battle for Survival
Wailing Spirit Ravine—once a battlefield of the ancients—had become the epicenter of the nightmare. The land, once dead and silent, now boiled like the mouth of hell. Eerie energy surged into the sky, painting it gray and black.
Three silhouettes emerged through the storm: Lăng Tiêu, Diệp Vân Sơ, and Bé An, standing on the edge of life and death.
From the ravine's heart came a deafening roar—The S-Class Residual Will revealed itself: a towering, twisted monstrosity over ten zhang tall, seemingly composed of thousands of tormented souls. Each step shattered the ground, each howl dragged with it the screams of the beings it had consumed.
Lăng Tiêu stepped forward first, his gaze unwavering. He activated his Emperor Bone, golden light erupting from his frame. Each bone rang like a divine bell echoing across millennia.
"I'll take it head-on. You two—find a way to break the wraith barrier around it!"
Boom!Lăng Tiêu charged like a thunderbolt, his strikes like divine thunder ripping through the battlefield.
Diệp Vân Sơ didn't retreat. As the monster shrieked, she summoned purifying qi from the Jade Seal of Cleansing, a sacred relic temporarily entrusted to her.
But as she chanted, a chilling, familiar voice echoed in her mind—White Cloud Demoness, her past self, whispered:
"Purify? You think you can wash away the blood on your own hands?"
Old corruptions surged from within. Her eyes flickered with killing intent, but she clenched her teeth, anchoring her will. Her purifying aura pierced through the darkness, burning away the swirling hatred.
Bé An, though just a child, remained eerily calm.She pulled out an ancestral artifact shaped like a jade bell—The Soul-Clarifying Chime, passed down only to those of true bloodline.
"Elder said… never use this lightly. But if I don't, someone's going to die."
She raised the chime and imbued it with her spiritual will.A crystalline sound shattered the air, forming a radiant five-colored barrier that enveloped the battlefield, halting the onslaught of evil energy.
Seal upon seal activated.A fragile moment of stillness appeared amidst the chaos—a window to end it all.
Three forces—strength, purification, and legacy—now stood united, holding the line against ancient rage.
But the S-Class Residual Will… had not yet unleashed its final strike.The true battle… was only beginning.
III. Climax: Formation of the "Triad Seal"
The battle reached its breaking point.
The beast roared to the heavens, unleashing hundreds of wraiths from its body, spinning like a deadly vortex.The pressure crushed down on the trio, suffocating.
Lăng Tiêu staggered to his feet, blood trailing from his lips.Diệp Vân Sơ collapsed to one knee, her purifying energy nearly depleted.Bé An trembled, sweat pouring down her brow as the Soul-Clarifying Chime cracked in her hands.
In that moment of near-death, a beam of light descended from the heavens.A relic emerged—The Ancestral Codex, the sacred book recording all bloodlines and legacies of the Remembrance Tribe, hidden deep within the altar.
No one summoned it.But in that moment when their consciousness intertwined—the Codex resonated.
Three interlocking rings of light appeared in the air—The Triad Seal: a symbol of synchronized blood, will, and fate shared between three chosen by destiny.
No words were needed. Each knew their role:
Lăng Tiêu unleashed his full Emperor Bone might, his body wrapped in divine light, charging into the monster's core. His strikes reverberated through its very soul.
Diệp Vân Sơ anchored the formation, merging her purifying will with the white light of the Triad Seal, preventing the beast's malevolence from spilling out.
Bé An sat cross-legged under the open sky, chanting ancient incantations, merging the chime's spirit with ancestral energy—creating a triple-layered seal to reinforce the ancient barrier.
The Residual Will howled one last time.Its body cracked like shattered glass, the countless spirits within it drawn back into the heart of the seal.
A massive vortex of light engulfed the ravine—then stillness.
The seal held.The moonlight returned.
Wailing Spirit Ravine… slumbered once more.
Through the dust stood three figures—exhausted, breath ragged—But their eyes… burned with resolve.
After centuries… the Remembrance Tribe had birthed a new Triad.
Fate itself… had begun to shift.
IV. Conclusion: Recognized – The Dawn of a New Trial
At dawn, golden light fell upon the battered remnants of Wailing Spirit Ravine.
The trio returned in solemn silence.There were no cheers, no praise.But in the eyes of the elders, and the warriors who had borne witness—there was reverence.
At the Central Altar, Tribe Chief Lưu Tịch stepped forward before thousands, his gaze vast as time.
He declared:
"The Triad… has been formed.This is no honor—it is a burden.From this day forth, you three are not only the pride of the Remembrance Tribe…You are the torchbearers of this era.The world will change—and you will either lead… or be the first to fall."
No reply.Only the quiet resolve of three silhouettes—Lăng Tiêu, Diệp Vân Sơ, Bé An—bound by fire, death, and trust.
Lăng Tiêu clenched his fists, glancing at his comrades like seeing fragments of his own soul.
Diệp Vân Sơ stole a glance at him, her eyes glimmering with gratitude—and hidden fear.
Bé An, always smiling, bowed solemnly for the first time:
"Big brother, big sister... we're a team now."
But just when all believed peace had returned...
Atop a distant mountain, amidst still fog,A masked figure in silver gazed toward the west—where the seal had just been reforged.
He chuckled, voice like blades in the wind:
"The Triad?Hmph… Three little flames dare challenge the storm?The Great Cataclysm still draws near.And your true enemy… won't be found in your ancient scrolls."
His eyes gleamed like razors.One hand rested on the hilt of a black-threaded blade—the very sword said to have annihilated three sects in a single night.
The wind stirred.
And so begins… the true tale of a new age.