Forjando Destinos rumo à Ascensão
O mundo é um vasto mar de vazio. O mundo é o pó insignificante dentro desse mar. Acima do céu, o abismo paira alto; sob a lua escura, forças externas espreitam. Antigas criaturas enfrentam perigos, iluminando o caminho da transformação com a luz da civilização. Cultivo marcial, coração fragmentado, disciplina; calamidades, insetos celestiais, verdade... O perigo se esconde em cada canto, mas há também oportunidades e encontros extraordinários. Chu Hengkong entrou na Ilha do Pó Infinito sem intenção de dominar ou ascender aos deuses, apenas buscando governar a si mesmo em tempos caóticos. — Ele quer agarrar a garganta do destino com seus tentáculos!
Forjando Destinos rumo à Ascensão
Chu Hengkong opened his eyes to discover himself at the heart of a bizarre summoning ritual.
Dim candlelight flickered throughout the chamber as blood and ink flowed along carved grooves, forming an intricate array of three interlocking circles on the floor. Figures draped in white robes stood around the ritual, their thin, pallid forms resembling humanoid worms. The leader of these worms wore a purple pendant and held a large silver-bound book. His voice boomed, thundering through the chamber like a sudden storm:
“Hear my call! Compiler of the Primordial Codex! Master of Abyssal Wisdom! Great Mystic Eye, the Probing Touch…”
The titles that followed grew ever more grandiose, as though reciting an endless menu from some otherworldly cuisine. While Chu Hengkong quietly committed them to memory, he idly observed his surroundings—there was little else he could do, for he hadn’t yet truly “manifested.” He was only a presence, unable to act, his vision fixed in the center of the triple circles, as if he’d been flattened into a single sheet with no substance.
Thirteen people in total, all clad in flimsy white robes offering no protection, most armed with daggers, clubs, spears—simple cold weapons. Their stances were anything but professional, more akin to the private militia of some rural cult. The chamber itself was small, with only a single doorway ten meters ahead—no escape possible.
No threat at all.
As Chu Hengkong came to this conclusion, the summoner’s breathless recitation at last reached its end. The man’s face had turned a liverish
