Path of Absolute Transcendence

'If I hadn't reacted in time and tried to block, I would have died.'

Natine King thought while looking at the battlefield.

Everyone in the battlefield except Tier 4 cultivators died in the impact. The darkness energy even erased the blood and bodies of cultivators.

"I didn't expect the end would be like this!" Natine King sighed and muttered in defeat.

He already knew there would be a lot of casualities, but he didn't expect that everyone participated in the war would be eliminated because of his brother's crazy decision.

The chaotic battlefield became desolate, only leaving pits and weapons as a evidence of war.

"I'll make you pay the price." Natine king said calmly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

The Natine King, though grievously wounded, stood with the unwavering resolve of a sovereign cornered by fate. His eyes, burning with the last embers of defiance, locked onto the Naline King, who approached with the inexorable certainty of death itself.

The Naline King, sensing victory within his grasp, advanced with a predator's grace. His every step was measured, his every gesture laden with the promise of finality. "This ends now, Natine," he declared, his voice a low rumble that carried the weight of impending doom.

But the Natine King was not yet ready to concede his kingdom to the annals of the vanquished. With a strength born of desperation, he raised his blade, its edge singing a mournful dirge for the fallen. "If I am to fall this day," he vowed, "you will join me to hell."

The two monarchs collided with the force of colliding stars, their powers unleashed in a conflagration of light and shadow. The Natine King, his movements fueled by sheer will, struck with a series of blows that were both precise and savage. Each swing of his sword was a stroke of defiance, a denial of the fate that sought to claim him.

The Naline King parried with the ease of one who has known nothing but victory. His counters were a dance of death, his spells a litany of obliteration. He summoned chains of lightning that snaked towards the Natine King, each link crackling with lethal intent.

Yet, the Natine King danced between the electric bonds, his blade severing the ethereal links with bursts of radiant energy. He fought not just with the skill of a warrior, but with the heart of a king who would do anything to protect his realm.

The battle raged on, a testament to the indomitable spirit of two rulers locked in a struggle that transcended mere conquest. The Natine King, though outmatched, fought with a ferocity that belied his injuries. With each parry, each thrust, he pushed the Naline King back, inch by grueling inch.

The Naline King, his visage etched with the realization that the tide was turning against him, gathered the remnants of his power for one final, devastating assault. The air around him crackled with the buildup of energy, a prelude to the cataclysm he intended to unleash upon the Natine King.

The battlefield, already scarred by their epic confrontation, seemed to hold its breath as the Naline King lifted his arms, the sky darkening in response to his call. A vortex of energy coalesced above him, swirling with the colors of the storm—blues, purples, and blacks intertwining in a dance of impending destruction.

The Natine King, his senses honed to the edge of survival, perceived the gathering storm. He knew the onslaught that was about to descend upon him would leave no room for escape. It was a strike meant to obliterate, to erase its target from existence.

As the Naline King thrust his hands forward, releasing the fury of his power, the Natine King called upon his [Phase] ability. In that critical juncture, as the lethal wave of energy surged towards him, he became untethered from the physical realm. The attack, a maelstrom of annihilation, passed through him as if he were a ghost, a specter of the battlefield untouched by the ravages of war.

The Naline King's eyes widened in disbelief as his ultimate attack failed to connect, his power dissipating into the ether without claim. The Natine King re-emerged from his phased state, his form solidifying as he stood amidst the chaos, a testament to his indomitable will and mastery over his abilities.

In the aftermath of the Naline King's final, draining attack, the Natine King seized his moment. With a burst of speed that defied the weariness of battle, he closed the distance between them with the swiftness of a hawk. The Naline King, his reserves of energy spent, could only watch as his adversary approached, his hands moving instinctively to conjure a defense.

The Natine King's advance was relentless, a blur of motion that bore down upon the Naline King with the inevitability of the tide. The Naline King, his fingers tracing desperate sigils in the air, willed a barrier into existence—a shimmering wall of energy that sprang up just as the Natine King reached him.

The Natine King's hand, outstretched and grasping, met the newly formed barrier with a force that sent ripples across its surface.

The Naline King, his throat ensnared by the Natine King's iron grip, remained eerily composed. "Why persist in these futile gestures?" he inquired, his voice steady despite the precariousness of his situation.

The Natine King's response was not in words but a chilling smirk, one that spoke volumes of the grim resolve that had settled in his heart. The air around him began to shimmer with a heat that was almost palpable, the atmosphere itself seeming to warp and boil with the intensity of his will.

The Naline King's composure shattered as realization dawned upon him. "You would dare?" he cried out, his voice laced with horror. "You seek to end us both in ruin?"

The Natine King's eyes, alight with a cold determination, met those of his adversary. "If I cannot vanquish you," he declared, "then we shall both embrace oblivion."

The Naline King struggled, his hands clawing at the invisible bonds that held him, but the Natine King's grasp was unyielding. "Madness!" the Naline King spat, his words tinged with the dawning terror of a man staring into the abyss.

The Natine King's hold tightened, a silent vow that there would be no escape. "For my people," he whispered, a solemn oath to the kingdom he had sworn to protect, even at the cost of his life.

The air crackled with the energy of impending doom, the tension between the two kings a palpable force that seemed to still the very flow of time. Then, with a final, defiant shout from the Natine King, the world erupted into light and fury.

A catastrophic explosion tore through the battlefield, a blinding inferno that consumed everything in its wake. The kingdoms of Natine and Naline, once proud and resolute, were engulfed in the conflagration, their legacies and lives extinguished in a single, devastating moment.

The Naline King's last scream was lost in the roar of the destruction, his reign ending not with a whimper, but with the thunderous declaration of the Natine King's final act.

As the dust settled and silence reclaimed the land, nothing remained of the once-mighty kingdoms or their rulers. The impact of their end resonated through history, a stark reminder of the cost of power and the sacrifices demanded by the mantle of kingship.

In the stillness that followed the cataclysm, Kai emerged from the remnants of what once was a battlefield. His steps were silent, his presence almost ethereal as he surveyed the desolation that stretched before him. The land was scarred, a testament to the fury of the final moments of kings and kingdoms now lost to time.

Amidst the ruin, two fragments hovered, untouched by the devastation. They glowed with an inner light, their surfaces smooth and unblemished, as if the chaos had revered them too much to mar their perfection.

Beside Kai, a figure coalesced from the shadows, its form solidifying into that of a companion long acquainted with the intricacies of power and intrigue. The Shadow, as Kai knew them, gazed upon the fragments with a calculating eye.

"How about we split the fragment equally?" The Shadow proposed, its voice a whisper that seemed to blend with the sighing of the wind over the broken earth.

Kai nodded, a subtle agreement to the division, but his mind was not still. Within the depths of his thoughts, schemes unfurled like the petals of a night-blooming flower, each one a path to potential triumphs yet to be seized.

The Shadow, too, was not without its designs. It stood motionless, yet behind the veneer of calm, there was the unmistakable sense of a mind at work, plotting courses that could as easily lead to alliance as to betrayal.

"Agreed," Kai finally spoke, his voice the sound of a new beginning rising from the ashes of the end. "But let us be cautious. Power such as this is not split lightly."

The Shadow inclined its head, the gesture one of assent and understanding. "Of course. After all, who knows what secrets these fragments hold?"