Absolute Domain

Zhang Yong stood amidst the remains of the battlefield, his bloodied hands dripping with the remnants of those who had dared to challenge his path. Their screams still echoed in the air, fading into the distance, but the sensation of victory, that familiar rush of power, never seemed to lose its allure. His eyes, dark as the void itself, scanned the horizon, but the restlessness that had haunted him for so long remained in his chest.

The Earth, his domain, had become a place of constant strife—a battleground where warriors, demons, and immortals fought for control over its fate. They came for the legacy, for power, for dominance, but they would soon understand the folly of their quest. None were meant to challenge him.

The system buzzed in the back of his mind, an ever-present reminder of his growing strength. Points were accumulating like grains of sand in an endless desert, yet the thirst for more could never be quenched. But today, something more urgent pulled at his attention.

His disciples had been with him for quite some time now—an unlikely collection of souls, all chosen for their potential. They were the ones who would inherit his legacy, the ones who would help shape the future of this broken world.

Zhang Yong knew that this world could no longer remain as it was. It had been too long since the downfall of the old order, too long since the gods had taken what was once freely given. And now, his plan was beginning to take shape.

Turning, he glanced at his closest disciple, a fierce woman who stood unwavering by his side. Lilith, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders, her emerald eyes glowing with determination, was now a force to be reckoned with. She had seen his cruelty firsthand, witnessed the consequences of his choices, but she still stood with him, as his trusted ally.

"Master," she spoke, her voice steady, yet carrying a trace of something deeper, something more intense. "Are we ready?"

Zhang Yong didn't answer immediately. His gaze remained on the horizon, the distant mountains obscured by a faint mist. The silence between them stretched on, heavy with unspoken words. The battle had not been won by might alone; it had been the price of decisions made in the shadows, and it was not over yet.

"Not yet," he said finally, his voice low and dangerous. "We still need to set the stage for what's to come. There are more enemies, more forces seeking to claim Earth for themselves. But the next phase of our plan begins now."

Before he could finish, a dark figure appeared at the edge of the clearing—a man dressed in robes darker than the night sky, his features obscured by a hood. His presence radiated an unnatural energy, one that felt familiar yet foreign. Zhang Yong's eyes narrowed, sensing the man's power. It was not something he had encountered before.

"Zhang Yong," the man's voice was smooth, calculated, and deeply unsettling. "You've done well to claim this land. But I wonder... can you maintain it?"

Zhang Yong's lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "I always do," he said, his tone cold, but with a hint of challenge.

The man chuckled softly, stepping closer. "We shall see. I've come to offer you a choice."

At that moment, the ground beneath them trembled, and the air thickened with an oppressive energy. A vortex of shadows erupted from the man's outstretched hand, swirling like a tempest. Lilith stepped forward instinctively, her hand resting on the hilt of her blade, ready for anything.

"I do not take kindly to threats," Zhang Yong said with chilling calmness. "Choose your words carefully."

The man's eyes gleamed, his lips pulling into a mocking grin. "I don't intend to threaten you. I intend to offer you a bargain." He paused, savoring the moment. "Join me, Zhang Yong, and together we will reshape this world. No more wars, no more endless strife. Only power, and the kind of peace that comes with it."

Zhang Yong's expression hardened, his thoughts racing. This man was powerful, perhaps more than he appeared, but Zhang Yong had never been one to bend to anyone's will. His eyes glinted with the promise of destruction as he stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

"Peace?" Zhang Yong sneered, the word tasting like poison on his tongue. "I am the master of my fate. No one tells me what to do. Not now, not ever."

In an instant, Zhang Yong moved. His hand shot out like a flash of lightning, grasping the man by the throat. The power surged through his veins, and he felt the man's life force flickering against his grip. He wasn't a man who needed a reason to kill—he killed because he could, because his very existence demanded it. With a sharp twist, the man's body crumpled in his grasp.

As the life drained from the man, Zhang Yong felt a strange sensation in his core—a surge of energy, a connection to something ancient and powerful, something deeper than anything he had encountered before.

The system chimed, a notification flashing in his mind: Absolute Krishna Domain Unlocked.

Zhang Yong's eyes widened, realizing what had just happened. The domain was his now—his power magnified exponentially, his influence over everything in his surroundings amplified. He could reshape the world with a thought, destroy anyone who dared oppose him, and create whatever he wished.

His smile returned, more dangerous than ever. "You were right about one thing," he whispered, looking down at the dead man's body. "You offered me a choice. But I don't need your peace. I have something far greater."

Turning back to Lilith, he nodded. "Prepare yourself. The true war is about to begin."