[New Story] Records of the Consort Prologue

Prologue

At the heart of the Long Yue continent, in a primordial secret realm known as the Xian Xuan Secret Domain, atop a majestic and towering mountain range.

The night was dark as blood, a torrential rain poured down, and the sky was illuminated by flashes of lightning and the roar of thunder. Yet, the main peak of the sacred mountain of the Immortal Palace was a scene of a fiery hellscape, with corpses strewn everywhere.

At the summit of the mountain behind the main peak, on the cliff-top known as the "Forbidden Domain," two figures clashed fiercely in the downpour. In the thunderous night sky, lightning streaked across the earth from time to time, as if wailing for the two battling men.

One man held a long sword. He was burly with a resolute face, black hair, and white robes. His swordplay was exceptionally sharp. The other man had a head of flaming red hair, wore red garments, and wielded a curved, flame-shaped curved blade.

Both were clearly supreme masters. Without a word, they focused entirely on this fateful duel. Their movements were as swift as lightning, their swordplay as aggressive as a raging fire. The surrounding flowers, grass, and trees had long been reduced to ash.

After such an intense battle, both were heavily wounded. The black-haired man was gradually forced into a disadvantageous position. The red-haired man seemed to have descended into madness, his scattered red hair flickering like flames. The attacks from his flame-shaped sword were relentless like crashing waves, his entire body appearing to be enveloped in a vortex of intense, red flames despite the pouring rain.

BANG!

With a loud crash, their weapons collided. Closing the distance, they simultaneously thrust out their palms in a close-quarters strike. A shocking red light burst from the red-haired man's eyes, and a deafening roar erupted from his palm. The black-haired man's gaze froze for an instant before he cried out and was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing to the ground.

The black-haired man fell at the edge of the cliff, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood and gasping for breath. He was clearly unable to stand. Behind him was the sheer precipice. The red-haired man, sword in hand, advanced step by step. His face was cold, his eyes deep, his messy red hair fluttering in the wind and rain. His blood-soaked figure resembled a red-haired demon.

"Wuyuan! Do you know the consequences of your betrayal today? You turned against your master and ancestors! You have shattered the oath of our Seven Great Immortal Clans! Do you understand the consequences!?" The black-haired man gasped, clutching his painfully throbbing chest.

The red-haired man said nothing. Blood trickled down his flame-shaped sword as he said coldly, "Xiubo, since I chose to rebel, I have already considered everything. Things have come to this point. We fought a fair duel. Life and death are now up to fate."

The black-haired man knew his opponent's mind was made up, his decision final. He forced himself to his feet. Looking at the ghostly appearance of his former friend, memories flooded his mind. Overcome with sorrow, he couldn't help but shed tears, yet at the same time, he let out a heroic, hearty laugh.

The red-haired man stared at his opponent, who was now both crying and laughing, his gaze icy, without a hint of hesitation. He tightened his grip on his flame-shaped sword and suddenly lunged forward, his body a blur as he thrust the sword directly at his opponent.

The black-haired man raised his sword to block, channeling his sword's energy, but it was too late. The flame-shaped sword was driven deep into his chest. Fresh blood sprayed out violently, and his body was lifted into the air.

As the black-haired man was suspended into the air, the sheer cliff and a bottomless abyss loomed behind him. The red-haired man gave one last look at his fated opponent, then withdrew his sword. The black-haired man let out a piercing scream, a pillar of blood shooting from his chest as his body plummeted down the cliff.

A colossal bolt of lightning split the sky, illuminating the red-haired man's blood-covered face. Astonishingly, this lightning bolt struck the red-haired man directly. In an instant, thunder roared and sparks flew as blue electrical currents enveloped the red-haired man.

The red-haired man gritted his teeth and roared in fury, "Even if Heaven itself condemns me, I shall defy heavens itself!"

He then unleashed a torrent of flame-like energy from within, expanding his form and incrediblyz, dispersed the lightning. The ground where he stood was struck, creating a massive black crater.

To survive a direct strike from a thunderbolt... how terrifyingly profound had this man's power become?

He gazed at the cliff where the man had fallen, a hint of sorrow flickering in his eyes. But his expression quickly darkened, becoming like that of a demon in the night. He shook the blood from his sword and turned to descend from the peak.