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          In the crucible of time, Chen-Chen labored through years of relentless practice and faced a plethora of failures that cast shadows of self-doubt upon his journey. The culmination of this arduous odyssey arrived with a triumphant breakthrough, as he, at long last, cast the Mind Manifestation for the inaugural time. A virtuoso painter of exceptional prowess, Chen-Chen clung steadfastly to traditional implements—silken scrolls and delicate paintbrushes—as conduits for the mystical technique, in stark contrast to the mastery of his master's lofty execution of the Inkstrike .      Under the sagacious guidance of Lord Ru-Jing, the pursuit of mastery in the Inkstrike technique unfolded as a spiritual quest, demanding the devotees to fortify their eyes and elevate ocular perception. The eyes, revered as the gateway to the ethereal landscapes of the mind, beckoned the aspirant to embark on the foundational pilgrimage to attain The eyes o...

          Inside the Scripture Palace, the walls and pillars were covered with lightning-patterned cracks. Holes in the ceiling grew larger as pieces of debris and tiling fell apart like raindrops. The Divinity Hall—where disciples of the Scripture Palace had taken their daily lectures and practiced scriptures— was now completely demolished, and the sleeping dorms were reduced to rubble and ash. The light of the Scripture Palace had diminished into a dark night and the rolling clouds became as grey as aged hair, desaturating from the world.      Chen-Chen panted heavily as though his breath had been stolen. His large and strong body had sustained numerous wounds. Blood trickled down his white-coated fur, staining it in a deep red; over his left eye a large cut bleed profusely impairing his vision, and the numerous bites and scratches on his arms and legs stung intensely in the ice-chilling wind. The civilians had been relentless.   ...

Copious piles of snow had formed along the walls of the western entrance. The rampant footsteps of the civilians appeared to have silenced, at least momentarily. However, Ru-Jing’s body had fatigued, and recuperating his energy was becoming urgent. Beyond the stairs, the giant serpent had already begun to disperse, and the earth-shattering strikes had settled. Suddenly, something began to stir beneath the pit of snakes. It was the young man. Precisely his vessel. The possession of the corpse was coming from somewhere. Somewhere in the palace. But who was controlling them? The young man's resistance became strong under Ru-Jing’s shackling spell, but the matter ended swiftly. He raised his hand and mentally commanded.  ” Pierce. ” The snakes apprehending the young man stopped slithering and began shifting their form. It was a swift maneuver, but in the slight moment of the snake’s transformation, the man’s body could be seen through the gaps between the pit. Within that moment, an a...