Chapter V: Secrets of Bala (1)

The Undying God's Little Wives' Sutra. An odd and all-powerful technique beyond anything the world knows. It was pulled from the memories of the Undying God, an entity of unimaginable strength in the higher realms. An Entity chained in the prison world long before the Divine and Demon Lord clans were sentenced to an eternity in the prison world.

Bala had studied this technique for centuries on end. He had unraveled the mysteries of the first two layers, as a wife of his never managed to master the first layer. The daos of yin, yang, and pleasure lined the essence of the technique with the purpose of creating the perfect cauldron and weapon to assist the undying god.

Now Bala passed the technique onto the ladies around him with the hope of creating the best foundation possible to survive the world beyond Fairy Gate. While this seemingly immortal man walked the world as a supreme, he harbored one unexplainable fear that only surfaced when he imagined Fairy Gate.

'What the hell is waiting for me?' he thought. 'Whatever it is, my blood fears it. But I don't. Maybe it's time to take the gloves off. My disciples can be the swords to slay the divine and demon lord clans. The world will be mine without having to show my face.'

Bala looked over at Saeko, Rei, and the rest of the ladies who went through their own transformations.

'I have to use Babel' Bala gained a sudden solution. 'If they can dominate phase two. They'll definitely come to seek us out. But they won't be ready…'

Bala's thoughts were interrupted as he felt danger approaching. He looked to the west with an annoyed glare.

'What the hell is that kit going to do about this?' he thought.

Bala waited and waited. Still, the looming danger moved closer.

"Haiz!" Bala groaned before vanishing from his home. He appeared again in the atmosphere and snapped his finger. A small pulse rippled across the world, and then his figure disappeared.

A moment later, large auras around the world erupted. One after another, seven figures appeared in the atmosphere. The seven looked at each other, then looked around in confusion.

"Who moved?" a man with a bloody and evil aura spoke. His body was shrouded in mist.

No one answered.

"I thought we agreed to let them die in fire." A woman finally spoke. Her voice was soft and sharp. She was shrouded in blazing flames.

"That was the plan." a strong pressure then pressed down on the remaining six as the figure shrouded in golden light manifested into a golden-scaled, five-clawed dragon.

"Is the dragon of Penglai really so domineering?" Bala's voice boomed like the god-king. The pressure of the dragon was shattered and replaced by might that far exceeded the seven figures.

"Who?" the dragon asked.

"End this nonsense now! If a bomb touches my land, you will all die." Bala spoke as a great hand appeared from the void.

The energy-formed hand descended and the void trembled as chains manifested and restrained the attack.

"Bala!"

A roar sounded and seven blasts of power destroyed the restrained great hand. Bala smirked to himself as seven more figures appeared with cultivation that nearly matched his. These seven were the great elders of the four divine and three demon lord clans.

"Do you have the right to say my name? Your ancestors pissed themselves in front of me." spoke nonchalantly, "I won't repeat myself. The world doesn't need your schemes. Phase two is begging soon. If you want to rule the world, send your young. And when the time comes, you can all face me. Disturb my sleep again…"

In an instant, a massive broken tower above the earth. The tower was 499 floors tall with a destroyed top. The outside was adorned with many doorways and a spiraling staircase to ascend the tower. The base itself was a lot larger than the top as the floors shrink in circumference with every additional floor.

This broken tower predated pyramids, pagodas, and palaces. The greatest tower ever built by men of the Prison World. Even in its half-destroyed form, it reigned supreme.

"B-babel," A beautiful woman with white hair and thick horns muttered.

Boom!

Bala formed a fist and the tower erupted with power that focused on the seven clans. It hit them with great force and all of their defenses shattered before they were knocked down to earth in balls of fire.

When Bala felt eyes watching, he noticed the many satellites orbiting the earth. He scoffed as a spear flew from the tower like a comet. And it didn't stop flying until every satellite in the sky was destroyed and the earth's orbit was littered with space junk.

"To the dark ages, we go."

A moment later, Bala appeared in his living room while chaos rained outside.

On the streets around the world, survivors looked up as space debris burned in the atmosphere like a meteor shower. And as the nukes heading for Japan approached, the country intercepted two and a mysterious force intercepted the rest.

Around the world, this sequence occurred many times as the seven clans corrected their wrongdoings. Now in the privacy of his home, Bala fell to a knee and his face paled. His gut wrenched, and his chest burned.

"Guh!" Bala spit blood.

"Those damn bastards must really be scared. The decline of the clans in modern times must be real. Cell phones over swords, variety shows before scriptures. Haha." Bala straightened himself and wiped his mouth. "Their youth must not be worth shit ."

After recuperating from the rush of power he exuded, Bala subtly adjusted Rei's memories to complement Yuuki's fabricated memories. He then altered both Saeko's and Rei's memories to complement Shizuka's fabricated memories.

His memory tailoring was truly a work of art. As long as he remained stronger than them, his work would never unravel.

Surprisingly, the next person to awaken was Shizuka from the vigor of Mortal Reinvigoration. She looked a few years younger, but her body was just as shapely. Her hair now retained a golden luster and her once hazy eyes sparkled with a lucidity that came with confidence and security.

When Shizuka looked at Bala, she walked over with a slight smirk. "How'd I do?" she asked.

"Great as always. And you'll be happy to know that Rika is on her way here. She ran into Kohta and Tsunoda a few days ago." Bala replied.

"Hehee, my two favorite people in the world are finally going to meet." Shizuka was excited, and she then punched Bala in the arm.

"You know. We could have all been together if you hadn't run off to the states. " Shizuka added with pouty lips.

'Exactly like the life we lived in her memories.' Bala thought in his heart.

"Haiz! I did it for us." Bala replied as he pulled her into his embrace. "I didn't expect the great catastrophe to arrive so soon."

"Why couldn't you tell me about this back then?" Shizuka asked, with hurt feelings.

"Because we had to hide. My parents were my servants and I had to disguise myself to keep the world at peace. After we started dating I decided to live a quiet life for a while. So I left for the states to build something that would give us a comfortable life…"

"Until I died of old age," Shizuka interrupted.

Bala hung his head and sighed. "Shizuka…I never wanted this for you. My enemies…"

"Are mine now. They've been mine since you became my man. I would have followed you to the gates of hell. You've been everything I needed throughout my life…Sometimes I feel like a burden."

Bala hugged her tightly. His expression was still sincere and loving even though she couldn't see his face. A sign of a truly talented psychopath. Fully engrossed in his role.

"What's important is that we're back together. You're becoming stronger and even though the world is in chaos, my heart is at ease because you have the skill to protect yourself. As long as you breathe, my life has worth." Bala spoke to her as he caressed her back.

"Share your life with me. All of it." said Shizuka, "That's all I ask."

"Become strong enough to bear the weight and my guilt won't hold me back," Bala replied.

"I will."

The two parted slightly and Bala kissed Shizuka. The couple shared a sensual pleasure as the kiss was passionate but mild. During their union, the Undying God's Little Wives' Sutra appeared in Shizuka's mind.

"I trust you can become the strongest pillar in my life as you always have been," Bala spoke as he turned away from Shizuka.

Shizuka let his words sink in. She then looked at Saeko. She knew that even if she became the strongest pillar, she would not be the only pillar. A tinge of jealousy sprouted in Shizuka's heart as she took a seat and began to stabilize herself.

Saya awoke next and was given the same cultivation method as the others. But Yuuki's abnormally longer transformation gained Bala's attention.

Bala waited for hours. So long that Saeko, Rei, Shizuka, and eventually Saya stood up. Once the ladies dispersed to shower and eat, the energy in the room fluctuated and Yuuki stepped from her shell of light completely changed.

A whirlpool of world energy formed a cyclone in the sky before merging into streams that converged around Miku Yuuki.

"Impossible…" Bala displayed his shock.

Yuuki emitted a strong allure. Her orange hair was like liquid flames falling to her ankles. Her eyes were deep emerald green with fire-like flecks. Her lips, curves, skin, and everything about her were brushed over to reveal perfection.

"Indomitable allure… Miku Yuuki, how interesting." Bala spoke.

Bala had never seen a person with indomitable allure with Yuuki's current characteristics. She was an enigma in front of him—an entirely unexpected surprise.

Bala made a mental note to find out about Yuuki's people. He couldn't get anything from her memories, so he figured her mother would be the key to unraveling the enigma of Miku Yuuki.

After giving Yuuki the Undying God's Little Wives' Sutra, Bala walked upstairs and found Saeko with Alice. He spent some time with both of them before taking Saeko away.

Saeko and Bala appeared on the balcony. It was nearing sunset, and the radiation of the nukes made for an exciting evening.

"I've never seen those colors before," Saeko commented on the atmospheric display.

"A Lot of things will be different from here on out," Bala spoke as he waved his hand and a low table with two futon cushions appeared.

Next, an old bottle of plum liquor and two glasses appeared.

"Where?"

"Storage treasure. I discovered a form of it in middle Africa. The natives would embed storage jewels in their hands. But my healing had different plans." Bala explained while taking his seat.

Saeko joined and asked, "So it in your hand now?"

"Mmm." Bala hummed as he poured two glasses.

"One mystery down." said Saeko, "And the sky? Though it's pretty, it's also concerning."

Bala chuckled. "While you were training, the old goats wished to clear out the rogues by allowing nuclear bombs to fall."

"Wait. Old goats? Rogues? Nuclear Bombs?" Saeko emptied her glass and was forced to cough.

"Haha, this isn't your average drink. It's 1500 years old and can hardly be called wine. Fermented with alchemy, mortal wines can't compare."

"Kuh! Kuh! How about a warning next time?" Saeko's calm demeanor melted away and Bala smiled at the emotions dripping from her.

"My, how you've changed," he spoke softly.

"Is it really so surprising?" Saeko brushed a lock of her free-flowing hair behind her ear.

"You blush so boldly and smile unrestrained. It's even genuine now. Look, even your eyes sparkle."

Saeko's smirk became a full-blown smile as Bala spoke. She showed her always-hidden but perfect pearly teeth. A pinkish hue graced her cheeks, and like Bala said, her eyes began to sparkle.

"Cute," he added.

"Aish…What's gone on with you today?" Saeko looked away as her blush deepened.

"Hahaha, I'm in a good mood. So, Old goats, rogues, and nuclear bombs. Where should I begin?" he asked.

Saeko took a deep breath. She picked up the ancient bottle and poured two more drinks.

"Old goats usually mean powerful and or wise. So why put much stock into rogues? Who are they?" she asked.