Disclaimer!
Besides my original characters, the other characters do not belong to me (I'll name them when they appear). I am not making any money off this story, and am merely writing Fan Fiction.
This Fan Fiction will mainly be based on the facts from the Light novel, however, I will be using some aspects of appearances from the donghua.
It is set in the first book.
I hope you enjoy Soul Land: Generation Talents Journey :)
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In the extraordinary Dou Luo Continent, one could see many different incredible sights. From the harsh icy terrain of the Icebound Forest, the exquisite scenery of Star Luo Empire, or the lavish atmosphere of the Heaven Duo Empire, the whole continent was never short of great landscapes to descry. However, the most exceptional and notable component was doubtlessly the spirit masters of the continent. Although, not a piece of scenery, many regular people would speak with much respect once meeting a spirit master.
Spirit masters were people who possessed a martial spirit which you would raise its ability by cultivating spirit power. At the age of 6, children would go through a spirit awakening to find out their martial spirit. Every person would have a martial spirit, however, if one had spirit power was another matter. Spirit power is something innate; some talented children would have a high amount of spirit power whilst others might have low amounts, but as long as one had at least level 1 spirit power then they could become a spirit master; if not, it was impossible.
After a spirit master's awakening, those children would start cultivating to increase their awakened spirit power, something that would become much more difficult the higher one's spirit power became. Every 10 ranks, a spirit master would have to go out and obtain a spirit ring to gain a spirit ability, but also continue cultivating to help break through future bottlenecks.
Spirit masters were organized by their ranks of spirit power in 10s. From ranks 1 to 10, one would be called a Spirit Scholar; from ranks 11 to 20, one would be called a Spirit Master; from ranks 21 to 30, one would be called a Spirit Grandmaster; from ranks 31 to 40, one would be called a Spirit Elder; from ranks 41 to 50, one would be called a Spirit Ancestor; from ranks 51 to 60, one would be called a Spirit King; from ranks 61 to 70, one would be called a Spirit Emperor; from ranks 71 to 80, one would be called a Spirit Saint; from ranks 81 to 90, one would be called a Spirit Dou Luo. The last few ranks were instead arranged from 91 to 99 of which one would be called a Title Dou Luo, as well as rank 100 and beyond where one would be called god. The further you move up, the less you'll find others with equal rank. If you counted the amount of Title Dou Luo in the continent would not surpass less than a handful, and even less so for those who were god ranked. Rank 100 itself was more like a myth than reality.
Being a spirit master was considered the noblest of careers, and one could usually live very well, and even luxuriously at times. However, knowing all this, most people would be bewildered once seeing this peculiar sight near the outskirts of the Dou Luo Continent. Saying that it was in the outermost parts wasn't true, however, the location was truly far off from the more wealthy places of the continent. The surroundings were all in desolation, the former buildings and houses all in rubble on the ground. Where flowers and vegetables once grew there were now small batches of weeds growing due to the absence of care towards them; but how could one blame the villagers for not taking care of these plants? Almost all were dead. If one walked around the village, they would see at the summit of the nearby hill was an assortment of different graves, the names all different. The population of this village was never very grand, however now, it was smaller than ever.
In this village now, there were only 3 people. They were all dressed in more or less the same fashion, wearing clothes that didn't give the impression of being in poverty, but at the same time not as extravagant to believe they were wealthy. They were seated in a circular formation, each of them sitting on top of a mossy rock. The one to the furthest left was tapping his foot repeatedly impatiently as he looked towards his two companions next to him. His hair was an incredibly dark purple, the shade of eggplant, that gave off a sort of shine to it with the bright sunlight hitting his oily locks. The one in the centre had a very ordinary appearance, one that if you spoke to him several times you would probably forget him each time. Despite his common face, he gave off a dignified feeling. His eyes were closed, his face tilted up to the sky causing his dark brown hair to sweep back slightly. He was sitting cross-legged, each of his hands placed on his knees, his thumb and index finger touching as he exhaled and inhaled at a moderate speed.
The purple-haired man finally stopped tapping his foot, pursuing his mouth before speaking up. "It's been almost half an hour now, are you done yet?" At the furthermost right side of the three was a man who could be considered the most attractive out of the three, his appearance somewhat above average. However, his face was scrunched up, his features looking distorted from this expression. He was also dressed the most neatly, his clothes barely without any dust on them. Hearing what the purple-haired man said, he snorted. "Why are you asking me?"
"Did I say I was asking you?"
"Okay, calm down. Let's not argue," The ordinary-faced man in the middle spoke, his voice calm and pleasing to the ear. "I'm done," He opened his eyes revealing a pair of dark brown eyes that matched his hair as he brought down his two hands onto his lap. "Hmph," The two other men spoke simultaneously before the one on the right continued. "I don't even know why you bother cultivating with us at the moment. You know we both can't stand you,"
"It could be considered cultivating, but I suppose it was organizing my thoughts, a lot has happened." On his face was a forlorn sort of smile.
"Yeah, all because of you," The purple-haired man clarified. "After this, we shouldn't meet again. If so we will undoubtedly be enemies," No matter how positive the ordinary-faced man in the middle could be, hearing this, his smile fell. Only with great difficulty, could the tips of his lips rise again. All said and done, it was truly his doing that resulted in what they saw now. "Okay," This meeting between the three might not have happened at all, but in the end, they all decided to meet for one last time before each departing from each other. After being here with each other for over an hour, two of the men saw that there was nothing more to say, both stood up and began to depart from the already lonely village. Suddenly, the man sitting on the rock in the middle stood up facing his two companions who he knew hated him to the bone. "I'll make this all right," He declared.
"Make this right?" The man who had sat to his right didn't stop walking, but his hands clenched so hard that veins appeared. "What nonsense! Even if you could "fix" what you have done, nothing will ever be the same. I hate you. This enmity between us will never be remedied, at best it will be satisfied, but it will always remain. After today, if I ever see you again, you will suffer," With this said, the man continued to walk out of the village reaching the entrance in less than a few minutes, it was as if he wanted to sooner depart so that his standing in the situation could be made clear to the other.
The purple-haired man had stopped walking once he heard the other's words. After the other had left, he spoke. "I never liked him very much. Even though we never met too much, our interactions were never often friendly. However, he's right about what he said. Our village is in ruins, and those who perished will never come back. What's best for you is to just stay put, and do nothing. You've already reached such a high level, you don't need to go about causing destruction anymore," Following the other's footsteps, the purple-haired man also left the village, but his footsteps were much less hurried, and he walked with peace as if he was slightly freed from a burden.
Watching the two depart, the remaining man sat back on the rock, resuming his earlier position. He knew that it was truly impossible for him to completely fix everything, however, if he would remedy the future disaster to come as well as destroy the remaining after-effects of his greatest mistake perhaps his sins would have been repented for. And so he sat, breathing in and out as he waited.