Heavenly Opposers

Black and death—this was the thought within the minds of all who saw the sea of swords fall upon them. Qi shook, laws trembled, Dao's were lost, and the world even shook in fear. A power far above had descended, and it could only await judgment. Soon, screams were heard far and wide, but the weird thing was that all those who stood awaiting their death were completely unfazed.

All of them watched with rapid breaths as the swords seemed to have their own life, skillfully and terrifyingly killing only the Scyllas, not at all harming the rest. The darkness of the sword covered the skies and the land as the cries of Scyllas were heard across the world, bringing a chill to the hearts of those who heard it.

The very beings that didn't even squeal when ripped apart were right now crying and screaming with utmost terror. The black flame was like a child who found its favorite dessert as it jumped and swallowed all the Scyllas that grazed upon it. It consumed them, purifying them and using death, despair, and sadness to fully awaken itself.

Unlike the purple flame, it was only beginning to rise. Power like no other filled Xiao. Just like before, Xiao became completely black. His eyes and hair were now entirely black, while the throne he sat on was now a mix of burning black flame and swords. A huge black, devil-like wing rose from the back of the throne. Xiao's current look was terrifying and evil.

He looked like the evil God of Sword that had come to reap the life of the ants he deemed useless. Indeed, Xiao's thoughts too were similar. Xiao could feel that just like the purple flame, the black one was, in a way, affecting his thoughts. The purple flame had made him feel like a king with a grace that looked down on all.

But the black flame was making him feel death—the feeling of a rebel filled him as the desire to just unleash all of death and despair filled his mind, and it was powerful in its own right. Meanwhile, within Xiao's Soulfire Veil, the purple flame that had awakened watched the black flame floating a bit far.

Right now, it was just floating in the shape of a flame. But when it saw the black flame's actions, a snort seemed to leave its 'mouth' as a small power from it was released to Xiao, helping him cope. The black flame, enjoying its birth, felt it, and its 'eyes' narrowed at the purple flame as it roared at it. The purple flame wasn't scared at all as it barked back with the same power, causing a clash within the Soulfire Veil.

And with that, a small fight took place within Xiao, unknown to him. Xiao just sat on the throne as the deaths of the Scyllas took place, and within a minute, only silence remained... Silence... mind-boggling and sight-chilling silence remained. All the beings in the world stood there in a daze, unable to believe that the very species that was the end of them were eliminated within a minute.

They had fallen to hell and had been uplifted to heaven. For a few seconds, they were lost before the truth of the situation settled in. All the warriors' worries left them as they lifted their blood-soaked hands and roared into the sky.

"ROARRRRR..."

"AHHHHH..."

"ALL HAIL THE SKY SWORD GOD...."

It didn't take long for all the people to hug their precious ones as they roared from deep within their hearts. Humans, monsters, phoenixes, and all the beings in the world roared in unison at the same time. The world rocked with their voice. Among them, many moved the bodies of their lovers, children, parents, family, friends, and comrades.

In the battle, many had been lost, and the blood it spilled was above everyone's understanding. But that didn't stop them from raising their heads as they called upon Xiao, The SKY SWORD GOD, a name that quickly spread across the world as they roared it in respect to the one that granted them a second life.

Meanwhile, back in the skies, most of the black flame surrounding Xiao had disappeared, bringing back his natural looks. He sat there on the throne with the last embers of the power that was fading from his body. The roars, cries, tears, laughs, and calls of everyone reached his eyes and ears.

He could see people hugging each other as they roared his name in reverence and respect. There was no barrier between species. All of them were just letting out the relief in their heart—the one relief and happiness that crossed times, space, and species—the fear of death!

Xiao, for a moment, felt lost. In the past, he had indeed had people surround him and roar, but that was for him, for the monster, to put himself to death. This was truly a change of pace. It was then that he heard the sound of Torex. His sound was soft and lost.

"Quite a sight, right?"

Xiao nodded his head as he agreed.

"Indeed, it's quite the sight."

"Yes, this is the true will of strength. It doesn't matter if you're human, Scylla, the realm-eating worm, the nighttime God, or the hidden devils—all of them would roar and cry in relief at having their life spared. And for that, what do you need?"

"Absolute strength."

Xiao spoke without hesitation, Torex felt satisfied as the embers of his words were heard.

"Good, remember this feeling in your heart and use it as your path. Take the fate of all and wield it to your will as you walk the path of an irregular. Also, take this as the rambling of an old man—my power, the domain. Use it as you will. The legacies of mine are already lost. What you do now is all your desire."

'Perhaps it might help you in time when the truth will slap your face'

With these thoughts, the voice disappeared completely as the final vestiges of a great being disappeared from the center of the cosmic cultivation. Xiao remained silent as he bowed his head and paid his respect in silence. A few seconds later, his eyes turned to the ground as he felt the power that was keeping him afloat leave.

It was then that he came upon the sight of Alzeer and Naira. It would seem that within all this, just the two of them lived. His eyes met with the two that were gazing at him; their eyes trembled as they looked into his. There were a lot of complex emotions within them. For a moment, Xiao thought before which his voice reached them and the world.

"Humans were never weak. It was us looking down on ourselves. Rip, cut off, and take it all. If we don't have it, we just take it. We will look where others won't see and take what others can't."

And with that, the final power within Xiao disappeared. Just as it did, a very familiar flame cut through time and space, coming and engulfing Xiao, taking him and Yurou in his arms away. Just like that, the hero, The Sky Sword God, left, leaving behind several emotions and desires that now burned deeper than the hottest flames that would one day shake the cosmic world of cultivation.