War

War, the sound of pleasure to who desires it, and unexplainable pain to those who never wanted it. Even though it is regarded this way, it is also two faced; there is a two way view to the tale of every war, it is either it brings utter destruction or produces a spirit of camaraderie and peace at the end of the destruction which was inevitable. Similar is the case for the populace of Northwood.

Northwood a cultivation world which was running it`s affair as every normal martial world should, though they always had cause to battle, most especially among the echelons, but these were one of the things that even made it a normal world. All this became history on the day strange foreign bodies flew across the skies of Northwood, on a normal circumstance only a few set of people should have noticed the outlandish bodies, but in some sort of queer manner almost every single cultivator in Northwood saw the bodies soar through the skies, whatever or whoever sent it to Northwood was interested in drawing the attention of everyone, and as expected of man, people around the area where it landed began to curiously check it out hoping it was some heavenly treasure, sure it was, but following along these treasures was a bloodbath.

At first the attention wasn't so obtrusive, until rumors of a cultivator who cultivated around the area and achieved a breakthrough to a bottleneck that he had been battling with for years. Several greedy beings dashed towards the site, it was then that more shocking things were been discovered, and at this point elites from different sects, clans, countries and families began to gather, then the war was slowing beginning to unravel itself.

Small battles began to erupt as they clashed on the right to seize the treasures, with the amount of people that had began to fight for it, somehow someway , someone was prone to seize the strange bodies.

It was then the craziness began, slaughter became the intent of every single cultivator, as it was discovered that the bodies contained cultivation arts that could make anyone who cultivates it, become the strongest in the whole cultivation world, how this news leaked out no one knew, but those that managed to seize the arts no longer had peace, they were constantly been pursued by hundreds of crazy cultivators, in no time hands changed and that was how it all began, a cultivator could never be in possession of the arts for more than one day he would surely be slaughtered.

What made the crave for the arts so unexplainable was that they had reached a certain bottleneck in their cultivation progress in Northwood, they never passed a certain realm, and with such opportunity they would do anything to get it.

Some crafty set of people decided to use this opportunity to loot clans and sects who had their elites searching for the cultivation arts, with this, small battles started erupting in different corners of Northwood and in the twinkle of an eye, Northwood had become a battleground which was no longer save and habitable.

Present Day….

"Swish" "Swish"

The air whistled as a thin sword danced in the air, the swordsman wielding the thin sword motioned around a platform which had strange drawings on it, his steps and pattern of strokes were quite strange as it appeared as though he was dancing.

The swordsman made few more strokes and then halted his steps as he pointed the tip of the sword towards the sky, immediately the drawings inscribed on the platform lit up and then began to float in the air, Just immediately the drawings began to attach themselves on the swordsman's body in clusters, the swordsman seemed to be expecting this as he didn't have any change in expression over the sudden event.

Few breaths passed and nothing of much notice occurred apart from the constantly blowing wind and scorching sun that poured on the swordsman young skin, the expressionless and calm face of the swordsman made his face which was naturally attractive more jaunty. His black long hair which was been caressed by the wind made him look like a god among humans.

Just at this moment several cries began to ring out of the swordsman's body and in no time a dense Icy-blue light covered his body, under his feet frigid energy began to gather and frost rapidly covered the surface of the platform under his feet.

"wow!" "wow!"

Gasps of shock filled the air, as the crowd that had gathered under the platform where the lad stood stared blankly at the scene

"Junior brother Shaw!" A pretty young lady among the crowd uttered as she bit gently her red rosy lips, this action seemed ordinary but was enough to make a lot of young men lose their senses, she had glossy azure eyes, with black flowing hair like that of Shaw, the young man on the platform, she clenched her tender milky palms together in anticipation of what beast spirit he was about to summon.

Northwood had a peculiar method of cultivation, they didn't know the source, but they all had the spirit of beasts dwelling in their bodies, and it was the major source of power, that was why the urge for the cultivation arts was that high, as they didn't know much about the beast spirits and how to make proper use of them.

The light around his body suddenly burst apart producing a resplendent light that forced some of the weak ones amidst the crowd to cover their eyes with their hands but the pretty lady didn't seem to be affected by the bright light has she stared fixedly at the figure that seemed to be expanding at the epicenter of the light.

In no time the blinding light had dimmed and in everyone's sight was Shaw, but this time his figure was covered by the image of large bird.

The beak of the bird was quite long, and were shaped like the edges of a blade, the icy-blue colour of the bird seemed like a body of water and a strange frigid energy that flowed across the body of the bird seemed like ice floating on water, each feather gave out a perilous aura like as though they were daggers pointed at one's throat.

The most obtrusive and eye catching aspect of the bird was the strange symbol that was on the forehead, it was a complex looking symbol that was shaped like a triangle, and at each edge of the triangular symbol was smaller triangles with brightly coloured balls at the centre.