Emperor's Reckoning

Chapter 1146 Persevere!!

A brand streaked across Liu's bare chest, a visible mark of his enslavement to Purgatory. The ominous symbol spoke of the impending peril that hung over him. Yet, despite the imminent danger, Liu fought internally. His struggle, driven by vengeance and a desire for redemption, had endured for the longest time.

Lyon, feeling the weight of Liu's internal battle, slowly closed his eyes. The room was charged with intensity, every gaze fixed upon the Zodiac Emperor. Yala, who had arrived at the right time, stood in silence, observing from the opened door.

"Liu," Lyon whispered inwardly, his right hand extending above Liu's body. A pulse resonated through the air, and Lyon's hair turned white once more, activating the Sage Rat blessing.

The room seemed to shift as Lyon channeled the power of the blessing. The air hummed with an otherworldly energy, and a sense of determination radiated from Lyon. The battle for Liu's soul had reached a pivotal moment, and Lyon, with the Sage Rat blessing amplifying his strength, prepared to confront the insidious forces that sought to claim his disciple.

Yala's hair fluttered wildly in response to the sudden surge of energy. Unable to tear her gaze away, she watched Lyon with a mix of awe and disbelief. The wild wind raged, but her widened eyes remained steadfast, absorbing the extraordinary scene.

Elandril, ever perceptive, was the first to notice the unusual display. "What's happening?" Iris inquired, her confusion evident. The room remained in a charged silence, awaiting an explanation.

Rakumtatak's laughter erupted into a deep rumble that resonated through the room. "Looks like the Emperor has some tricks up his sleeve," he remarked with a hearty chuckle.

As Lyon continued to channel the power of the Sage Rat blessing, the energy within the room intensified. The air seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow, and the atmosphere became charged with a palpable force that transcended the confines of the palace.

Outside, the citizens of Eldora began to feel the shift. A palpable charge spread through the air, creating a sense of anticipation that radiated outward from the heart of the empire. The mystical energy, though unseen, connected the fate of the palace with the pulse of Fifth Hell itself.

The Eldora citizens, going about their daily lives, couldn't ignore the unusual sensation. Some paused in their activities, feeling a subtle shift in the energy around them. The city, once bustling with the rhythm of everyday existence, now hummed with an undercurrent of something extraordinary.

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Within the depths of Liu's sea of memories, darkness reigned supreme. An oppressive void where shadows whispered commands that echoed through the emptiness. "Submit! Bow! Submit! Bow!"

Amidst the darkness, a defiant cry shattered the silence. "I REFUSE!!" The voice rang out, belonging to a naked man whose entire form was engulfed in the pitch-dark surroundings. He stood chained, his body confined by unseen restraints, and yet, his spirit remained unbroken.

"NEVER!!" he bellowed, the resolute defiance in his tone cutting through the oppressive atmosphere. Time seemed to lose its meaning in this dark realm, the man's struggles against the chains and the encroaching shadows becoming a battle against an insidious force that sought to break his will.

The years passed in a haze, breaths wasted in a seemingly endless struggle against the blight of darkness. Liu fought not only for his own sanity but for a purpose that transcended the confines of his solitary existence. The echo of his resistance reverberated through the sea of memories, a beacon of defiance in the face of overwhelming darkness.

"I will never give up!" Liu's shout echoed through the abyss of darkness. "Never..." His voice, laced with the weariness of an enduring struggle, carried a resolute determination. "That's how he taught me..."

In the recesses of his soul, Liu's memories unfolded, revealing moments spent with Lyon, his master.

In a landscape blanketed in snow, Liu found himself sprawled on the ground, panting for breath. His hand still clutched a sword, a testament to the battle he had fought. "Ah, I can't win..." Liu admitted his words a mixture of exhaustion and acknowledgment.

"Is that all?" Lyon, a young man with a sword slung over his shoulder, remarked casually before letting out a yawn.

Liu, standing up, conceded, "You're impossible to beat. Even under her tutelage, I still can't beat you."

Lyon cracked a smile, a glint of wisdom in his eyes. "The fact that you still have that sword in your hand even after you're on the ground, your own soul knows that it's not the time to give up."

A question lingered in Liu's mind. "Then when is the time to give up?"

"Never," Lyon replied with casual certainty. "Even when the odds are so small, there is nothing in this world that is absolute. Find a way, persevere!"

The scene shifted back to Liu within the sea of memories, his mantra echoing in the darkness. "Persevere... persevere..." he muttered, drawing strength from the indomitable spirit instilled in him by his master.

In the echoing void of Liu's soul, his master's voice resounded with an intensity that shook the very essence of his being. "Who are you?" Lyon's voice questioned, demanding an answer. "WHO ARE YOU?!" The words screamed at Liu's soul, reverberating through the vast emptiness.

"I AM LIU!" Liu's soul screamed in response, the words a declaration of identity and defiance. In the wake of his proclamation, a transformative light began to emanate, gradually corroding the suffocating darkness that had imprisoned him.

Liu, bewildered and flabbergasted, witnessed the unfolding spectacle. As the radiant light grew, it revealed the source—a distinctive silhouette. Recognition dawned in Liu's eyes, and his pupils shrunk as realization struck. His lips gaped open in awe.

The moment Liu's soul began to break free, he felt an overwhelming surge of emotion. He walked toward the emerging silhouette, tears building up in his eyes. "Master... MASTER!!" he cried out, running toward the figure that symbolized his liberation. As he approached, his soul cleansed in the radiant light, a profound reunion unfolded in the depths of his being.

The pulse and glow that had filled the room seemed to dissipate in a grandeur flash, leaving behind an air of profound transformation. Yala's hair, which had fluttered wildly in response to the extraordinary energy, stilled abruptly, giving her a slightly ragged appearance. She blinked twice in disbelief, trying to comprehend the surreal moment that had unfolded before her eyes.

Meanwhile, Lyon, having completed the cleanse, felt a shift in the energy around him. His hair returned to its normal color, and he slowly opened his eyes. To his amazement, the enslaving mark on Liu's chest had vanished without a trace. Selena and Cecile, standing by Lyon's side, wore smiles of victory, the culmination of their efforts to free Liu from the clutches of Purgatory. The room, once filled with an otherworldly aura, now held an atmosphere of triumph and relief.

The threads of destiny in Eldora Empire continued to weave intricate patterns, each character playing a role in the unfolding drama of Fifth Hell. As the echoes of the transformative event settled, Yala, Lyon, Selena, and Cecile stood in silent acknowledgment of the victory they had achieved.

Liu's eyes fluttered before finally opening. The world around him appeared hazy at first, but it quickly refocused, revealing the familiar faces of Selena, Cecile, and, to his disbelief, his master, Lyon. His lips gaped as he took in the scene. "This is not a dream, right?"

Cecile chuckled, and Selena's smile reassured him. "Welcome back," Lyon greeted. Thᴇ link to the origin of this information rᴇsts in novelenglish.net . ꜰirᴇ

Tears welled up in Liu's eyes, and his lips quivered with a mix of overwhelming emotions. "I... I... Master, you're alive... they say you were dead..."

"I did die," Lyon admitted. "But now I have returned, though..." he scratched his head, "I don't remember much."

Liu let out a heartfelt grin, tears streaming down his cheeks. His eyes closed, savoring the joy of the unexpected reunion. The room, once charged with tension, now radiated a warmth that transcended the challenges of Fifth Hell.

As the emotional moment settled, Lyon's stomach growled with a ferocity that echoed through the room like a dragon's roar. Lyon, caught off guard, clutched his stomach. "Woah, that one was foul," he admitted, eliciting laughter from everyone present.

The tension in the room dissolved into amusement. Lyon, ever the lighthearted leader, suggested, "Let's eat," and was the first to step outside the room. "I hope Rakumtatak hasn't eaten all the meat yet," he muttered to himself. "Oh, Kesya, stop pretending to sleep already."

"What?" Karina raised her brows in surprise.

Lying on the bed, Kesya pouted. "Oh, c'mon, I thought you would cradle my face a bit," she confessed, revealing that she had never truly passed out.

"Hahaha," Liu joined in the laughter, "Seems like the old days."

The room echoed with the sounds of joy, and the group, bound by shared experiences and newfound victories, moved forward to enjoy a well-deserved meal. The lighthearted banter and camaraderie filled the air, offering a brief respite from the challenges of Fifth Hell.