Destiny Of Immortality

The Next Day

[Rena Forest]

Shree Yan was practicing when the monk called out to him, "Sriyan." Shree Yan approached the monk and asked why he had been summoned. The monk explained, "Today, we must travel to the Hi Yu Forest together to collect medicine." Shree Yan readily agreed.

They set off from the monastery and soon came upon a river. Shree Yan stopped to drink water and suggested the monk rest for a while under a nearby tree. After half an hour, they continued their journey.

After walking for some time, Shree Yan spotted the Hi Yu Forest in the distance. He called out to the monk, who urged him to walk faster.

Hi Yu Forest

"Wow," Shree Yan exclaimed, awestruck by the vastness of the forest.

"This is the largest forest on our continent," the monk explained. "Come quickly. We are here for medicine, not sightseeing."

Shree Yan chuckled and apologized. He then inquired about the specific medicine they were seeking.

"We are here to collect a 1,000-year-old blood flower," the monk revealed.

Shree Yan asked about the flower's properties. The monk explained that it strengthens and purifies one's bloodline but is extremely rare and difficult to find. He warned that anyone who spotted them might try to steal the flower.

Unbeknownst to them, a man was watching them from two kilometers behind. He then disappeared.

Shree Yan and the monk, however, remained oblivious to the danger. They returned to the monastery within two hours.

Back at the Monastery

It was already noon when they arrived. The monk instructed Shree Yan to refine the flower. Shree Yan was surprised, considering the flower's rarity.

"Why would you entrust this to me?" he questioned.

"I have no need for it," the monk replied. "My bloodline is already pure. However, yours is not. Refine it to perfect your bloodline."

Shree Yan began the refining process. It was challenging at first, but it gradually became easier.

Upon successful refinement, a light emanated from Shree Yan and rose into the sky.

Exhausted but successful, the monk and Shree Yan retired to their chambers for the night.

The Next Day

Shree Yan rose from his bed and went to the window. As he sat there, he reflected, "Each morning we are given a new canvas—paint it with gratitude, purpose, and joy."

He then exited the building to find the monk meditating outside. Just then, three figures approached them, one of whom was the man who had spied on them in the forest.

The monk inquired about their identity and purpose.

"My name is Gambhir Bahun," the leader introduced himself. "This is Rakesh Bahun. We were informed by our sect's disciple that you possess a 1,000-year-old blood flower. Hand it over, Shree Yan."

Shree Yan denied having the flower. Gambhir's response was a threat: "Then die, both of you."

The monk activated a shield, but it faltered quickly. Realizing they were outnumbered, the monk urged Shree Yan to flee.

"Don't worry about me," he instructed.

Shree Yan pleaded, "I already lost my mother. I can't lose you too, Master!"

"Such a touching scene," Gambhir mocked. "The master willing to sacrifice himself for his student."

One of Gambhir's disciples chuckled and urged him to kill them both.

The monk, with a determined smile, told Shree Yan, "Just run away quickly. If I don't return, you'll know I'm dead."

With a heavy heart, Shree Yan fled. Gambhir called after him, offering him a share of the flower if he returned.

The monk, determined to protect Shree Yan, intercepted Gambhir's disciple.

A fierce battle ensued. The monk cried out in pain.

Gambhir seized the opportunity and unleashed a powerful sword attack.

Weakened and cornered, the monk thought to himself, "Shree Yan, you are talented. You have the potential to achieve great things in this world. Don't let my death be in vain."

With a final smile directed at Shree Yan in his mind, the monk succumbed to his wounds.

Gambhir ordered his disciple to search for Shree Yan and kill him on sight.

Shree Yan had traveled a great distance by the time he stopped to rest under a tree. Three hours passed, and with the monk's absence confirmed, a horrifying realization dawned on him - the monk was dead.

Then Shree Yan cried out loudly, screaming:

"This world is so cruel! It kills for its own benefit, sparing no one—be it an old man, a child, or a girl.

I lost my mother, and I couldn't do anything to save her.

I lost my master, and once again, I was powerless.

From this moment onward, I will walk the true demonic path, one that will reign supreme over heaven and earth!"