CHRONICLES OF A DETHRONED IMMORTAL

Chen spat thick saliva onto Tao's face while he was unconscious, and they all laughed loudly."Wake up!""Wake up, you fool, I have to take you to the camp before sunset," he growled into Tao's ear.Slowly, Tao regained consciousness and found himself bound and surrounded by unfamiliar faces. He realized the harsh reality of his situation and fought against his restraints.With a victorious grin, Chen walked up to Tao. "Welcome back, 'Immortal.' I hope you enjoyed your little nap."The bleeding from the knife wound had ceased, but there was unimaginable pain tearing into his gut where he was stabbed.Tao stared at Chen, anger burning in his eyes. "You can't keep me here. I have to go back to the air towers and put a stop to Na'ru."Laughter spread through the group of warriors. "The air tower again? You really are delusional," Chen mocked.Tao remained determined and focused on channeling his Qi to break free from the shackles. But to his dismay, the energy that once flowed effortless

It was deep into the night, and Tao felt something strange biting into his stomach as he kept walking.His throat was dry, and it was a strange feeling to him."What is happening?" he thought in his mind."Am I-" he thought, but it was too unbelievable to be let out.His stomach was rumbling for the first time in a long while."Hunger... how can this be? Hunger and thirst?" he murmured.It dawned on him that he was no longer an immortal. When he was at the Air Tower, the moment he ascended the transcendent realm, he no longer needed to feed or drink; his Qi found a way to nourish him. But now, he was human and had to face one of the challenges of life: hunger.Without his Qi to nourish him, he'd starve to death if he didn't ask for food.How was he going to ask when he couldn't even stand Chen? But hunger bit deeper into his stomach, and he broke."I need water," he asked politely."Okay, I'll give you water to drink," Chen said, and Tao was surprised by how easily Chen agreed.Chen p

"It is clear that some of these clothes aren't dirty; she only wants me to suffer," Tao murmured as he stared at the pile of clothes.The master's wife's clothes, rich and foreign, felt thick against his hands.The comparison of the texture of the master's wife's garment and his own humble fabric that clothed him reminded him of the unforgiving world he found himself in.Tao's hands moved mechanically; his fingers working through the thick fabrics was a wasted attempt at trying to get the stains off.He had gone to the level of using his Qi in every area of his life, and he didn't have to physically wash clothes."How is this even done? How do I get the stains off just by scrubbing these thick fabrics?" Tao murmured.Tao struggled with the whispers of discontent and anger that surged through him, but he remembered what was stated in Technique 1."Technique 1: Let your anger build silently; don't express it until it builds into power," he murmured, reminding himself, just like what Li

Darkness covered the entire air tower, people were screaming and running away from the darkness. The darkness of Na'ru had covered the entire cloud. A once peaceful and blissful home was now chaos. Li Feng could see himself standing helpless as the darkness consumed everyone and everything in it's part.He saw his family trying to escape the darkness but their effort was of no use. Na'ru had come and he had made the air tower his home. Li Feng watched as his family was consumed by the darkness.He fell to his knees crying out in pain as the chaos was too much for him to bear. Just at the time the darkness was about to consume him li Feng jolted awake. Beads of sweat covered his forehead as he gasped for breath trying to catch his breath.Li Feng looked around him trying to understand his surrounding, he was back at the desert."It was a dream" he breathed out trying to even out his breathing."It looked so real" he said rubbing his forehead. He couldn't get the image of his friends