Supreme Phantom God
Two thousand years have passed, bringing storms of change. The seal is broken, destiny is defied, and the Phantasm God appears, unsettling the three realms! In the continent of Phantasm Gods, where humans, beasts, and demons coexist, a prophecy once echoed through the ages: When the five elements merge in chaos, the heavens shall descend with a Phantasm God. Among them, Metal commands the hunt, Wood controls the summons, Water governs the shikigami, Fire drives the shadow warriors, and Earth holds the power of seals. But now, a youth cursed by fate and marked as a rebel against heaven must struggle to survive on this savage land ruled by the law of the jungle. Facing countless hardships and trials, he will journey from being shackled by the five elements to mastering them all, forging a legendary tale with his blood and sweat that will astound the three realms. To discover the thrilling adventures within, look out for the new fantasy masterpiece—“Peerless Phantasm God”! The latest book, “Beast-Taming Metropolis,” has also begun serialization. Your attention and support are greatly appreciated!
Supreme Phantom God
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Winter's chill, midnight.
The Mortal Realm, Crimson Sword Peak.
The earth was blood-red, the mountain face steep as a blade, the body narrowing at the base and widening above. From afar, the entire peak resembled a colossal crimson sword thrust upside-down into the land, hence its name: Crimson Sword.
Looking up, the summit pierced the heavens, its height unseen.
Night cloaked the peak in shadow. Rare and wondrous flora stood silently amid the biting cold, a landscape of solemn death.
Above the midpoint, ethereal mist drifted and curled, lending the peak an air of mystery and reverence.
In the depths of winter, delicate snowflakes fell from the sky, covering every inch of the earth, painting the world in a haze of white.
The peak was blanketed in snow; patches melted into the red earth, casting an eerie, dark crimson hue.
In the dead of night, when all lights in the world had gone out, silence reigned around Crimson Sword Peak, broken only by the occasional cry or flutter of a beast or bird. Yet quickly, all returned to quiet.
Suddenly, the sound of the wind being cleaved rang out—two shadows appeared abruptly atop the peak!
One red, one blue, standing face-to-face, feet poised above the void.
The red figure was a middle-aged man: tall and imposing, broad-shouldered, with a righteous countenance. His long red hair whipped wildly in the wind, giving him a fierce air. His dark crimson eyes were deep and intense, fixed on the figure before him.
Opposite, the blue figure was a woman
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