Yan Jie grasped for breath. His vision was dimming, but he couldn't die yet. Not now at least.
He needed to kill every single one of these bastards that chose to ambush him.
The human race, demon race, celestial beasts, jiangshis, and all the minor races of the heavenly realm.
Bleeding profusely he glared at his disciples who allied with his enemies.
'Bastards' he thought as blood flooded down his mouth.
"I'm very honored all the heavenly beings graced me with their presence" he said snarkily as his long silky black hair flowed through the wind.
Although his spiritual energy was almost depleted he was confident that he could take all of them to the netherworld with him.
"Heaven defier! Your evil deeds end now. All the people of Xuantian have gathered together to stop you. Abolish your cultivation and we will grant you a painless death!"
A man with a goat beard and a feather fan said.
His words only made him chuckle.
"You think you could kill me with just a few tribulation stage cultivators. You underestimate me too much." Yan Jie said. His spiritual energy blazing fiercely making cold sweats appear on the back of onlookers.
"We shall all dance with death today fellow daoist" he said as he charged at them with his jade sword dharma treasure.
After a while dead bodies floating on a pool of blood with large craters all around.
Yan Jie with his arm amputated and blood gushing out of all his orifices.
Cough
Cough
A hoarse laugh escaped his blood soaked lips as he drifted in the pool of blood. 'With everything I've gone through to think I'll die like this pathetically' he thought with a saddened smile.
His laugh got crazier as he stood up on his feet "It's not my fate to die as disgracefully as this!" he shouted to the heavens defiantly.
He got in a lotus position and started channeling spiritual energy into his dantian. Dark clouds gathered and rained down heavenly tribulation down on him.
'Some one in the peak of the tribulation stage this little lightning is nothing to me.'
His dharma treasure flew out of his chest to intercept the tribulation only for it to crack after a few blocks. Causing a disruption in his qi flow.
A pillar of lightning engulfed him bearing his skin and flesh. He tried to scream but nothing came out just as the tribulation was ending his non-existent eyelids became heavy blackening his vision.
The only thing he saw was a bright light before he went to sleep.
A sharp pain came from his lower plexus forcefully waking him up.
"Who dares hit this noble being!" he screamed only to be hit in the head almost cracking his skull.
"You useless orphans, wasting the grace the mages have given you with placing value in your wretched life." a voice said.
The language was different and not something he had heard in all the five great realms, so Yan Jie believed he had fallen to a lower world just as he grabbed the youngsters head who appeared to be a mortal around the age of 30 to extract knowledge he noticed.
"Where'd my spiritual energy go?" He couldn't even feel the qi more the spiritual energy of the world.
And worse of all he is now a mortal with no spiritual organ. 'How did this happen?" But before he could contemplate further.
The man with his brow twitching slowly raises his hand as he punches Yan Jie again. "It's noon and you're lying on the ground. The great mages have given you a place to live and all you have to do is mine some mana stones and you still can't show a little appreciation *pteuh*!" He spat at Yan Jie before leaving, still annoyed at Yan Jie.
Not sure what to do since he can't cultivate anytime soon. The lack of spiritual roots in his body he followed the way to the mines.
His frail body that looked malnourished and that of a child didn't improve his mood at all.
At the entrance of the mines Yan Jie finally noticed everyone looked weird. With their colored hair and eyes. He was definitely sure he wasn't in any of the five realms.
Two kids approached him waving with bright smiles on their faces. The female who appeared older checked on his bruises in shock "How bad did Ean beat you this time?"
At her question the memories of that Ean guy resurfaced infuriating him. 'How dare that mortal' he thought.
"I wasn't beaten up!" he screamed.
She winced, brushing a bruise on his forehead. "It's that bad huh?"
To be lowered to a state and where even mortals could look down on him.
'Compared to Ean everyone is in ragged clothes where did he get all that courage if they were all slaves to these mages'.
At the entrance of the mine a muscular lean man with bronze jewels all over his body and a sickle around his waist stood guard. A strange aura around him was sensed when Yan Jie passed by.