Volume 1: Surface of Fate is A Step Away From Heaven.
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Before you guys can read the chapter I firstly have to explain the story .i am about to feed you
I wanted to just say venture of peace was never meant for it to be my main aim but for occasions for me it was a book that schuld look like a piece of art to me .
While my othere book that I would soon release after I am done with venture of peace . This book show something new or something I am trying to show . This would not have Harem or cheat copy characters or where the Mingyin become strong and story is finish !
Rather I want it to inspire million of people and where many famous author read and change there view . The first volume of the ending schuld not be overlook but something to revisit to be surprised of later arc
Now we get out of the side what does venture of peace mean ? Peace is something you could understand harmony with nature of typical people but for sure some of you I beg you don't understand venture it basically a short form of going forward ! And mostly this show mingiyn would go forward to the peak of existence and still found out peace is what the heaven refuse to give !
Mingyin : if the heaven where to oppress me and killed me this heart of me would never fall on the fallen path nether a pawn of the heaven or a lonely cultivator or a superficial person !
I am true cultivator !
This novel would have a touching plot and the first volume have a lot of poem and theme of fate and death and desire and enlightenment!
And many cunfusion part but if you stay around you would find it reward !
Now I would say much but I want many fans of my book and I hope I attract the right occasional fandom elevating the book .
So I hope your all doing well because this is what I want to show you
A venture of peace and life and struggle he experienced all of different lifetime yet hus enlightenment is never dancing with the walking skeletion because he would always change !
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Fate no longer walks beside me."
A beautiful field covered in blue flowers stretched as far as the eye could see. At its center stood a great pagoda, divine light pouring down upon the endless sea of blossoms.
Each time a brick fell, it struck the solid stone floor with a heavy echo.
The ground beneath gleamed like polished silver, faint sparks of light flickering across its surface. Yet no one noticed, for they were all dead.
Countless lifeless bodies lay scattered across the land.
SPLASH!
The tearing of flesh echoed through the air as blood stained the ground, soaking into it as though the earth itself was drinking it.
"Are you out of your mind?"
The sun rose high in the sky, casting its golden light over a young man standing below.
He wore ragged clothes and held a broken double-edged katana.
He stepped back, his face bruised and covered in blood. He looked like a ghost born from battle itself, his clothing reduced to little more than torn rags.
He clenched his fist and pointed forward.
"Why are you doing this, Supreme Leader?! Don't you understand? This is hypocrisy itself!"
Suddenly, Mingyun's vision blurred as twenty immortals surrounded him from every direction.
A figure stepped out from the shadows.
He came from an ancient lost clan—one that had been destroyed years ago, only to be rediscovered later by the Nine Sects.
His face was stained with blood. He wore crimson armor, divine veins glowing faintly green across his chest. A black fur cape rested over his left shoulder.
He smiled coldly.
"Oh, Mingyun… the one who brings people together. Hehehe… don't change the subject, boy. Didn't you say you wanted this?"
Mingyun clenched his fists, his voice rough with anger.
"What are you talking about? I never asked for this. I never told you to destroy my village! I only said I despised it… I fucking despised it!"
The truth was simple—this destruction had been caused because of Mingyun.
He was hated by his clan and by the immortal cultivators, beings said to have descended from heavenly creatures above the Nine Heavens, from the Great Soul Force Sect.
Mingyun was merely a man over a century old who had never awakened his soul force.
The gap between mortals and immortals was absolute. Destiny itself seemed to favor the strong.
He was treated like a failure, despised by his clan, and considered lower than even a servant among mortals.
He spoke again, his voice shaking.
"Did I tell you to do this? Why are you twisting the truth?"
The tall man stared at him with a weary expression. In an instant, he appeared before Mingyun and grabbed him by the throat, leaning in close.
"Thank you, by the way. Because of you, we gained many spoils from this place. This village was useless anyway. Now we have gold and diamonds."
Mingyun did not resist. Only guilt remained in his eyes.
"You'll regret this…"
CRACK!
Before he could finish speaking, his neck snapped.
Mingyun died that day with a bitter smile on his face.
Far away, a caravan road stretched across a dry field of cracked earth.
Thousands of people traveled along it, living their ordinary lives, while a middle-aged man lay bleeding on the ground, wrapping his wounds with dry bandages.
He looked up with trembling eyes as tears streamed down his face.
"Mingyun… if I had known I wasn't a failure, I would have tried to give you a better life than this…"
He coughed violently.
"I didn't expect to leave this world so soon…"
Mingyun gently held his father's hand.
"Father… it's not your fault. You tried to protect me. I was simply too weak to awaken my soul force. Please… don't blame yourself."
But his father did not listen. He cried until nightfall.
Later, Mingyun opened a wooden door and entered the room where his father lay dying.
He carried a bowl filled with green paste, stirring it with a damaged wooden fork.
Carefully, he applied it to his father's wounds as silent tears fell from his eyes.
Then suddenly—
He hurled the bowl against the wall.
"Dad! No… don't die! Please!"
He held his father tightly as the old man slowly closed his eyes.
"Someone help me… please…"
"Dad… don't leave me…"
"Why… why, Dad…?"
That night, Mingyun buried his father in a grassy field.
His eyes were hollow, filled with hatred toward the world.
"You left me alone… when are you coming back, Dad?"
He coughed violently as rain began to pour.
"This is unfair… I'm all alone. Why can't this world be righteous?!"
Ten years later
Mingyun sat at a table, staring out the window.
He picked up a cup, swallowed a pill, and took a sip of water.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.
He collapsed.
"I… I'm only eighteen years old… I still need to achieve my goal…"
He coughed weakly.
His voice faded before his final words could escape.
He died painfully.
"This action will have consequences, Mingyun. If you do not think carefully, you are acting like a fool."
Mingyun shouted back, his voice trembling with rage.
"Shut up, old man!"
"Did I allow you to speak to me? No. You do not deserve that privilege."
"I am one of the Ten Sect Servants. Even if I am the lowest rank, I am still far above a mortal like you."
The chubby man in black silk robes looked at him calmly.
"Yes, I failed. But unlike you, I have experience. I only want what is best for you."
"You will destroy yourself if you enter that tournament. Do you even know what happens if you fail?"
"The Headmaster will take your life and use your blood for his own gain."
But Mingyun struck him in anger.
"You're the reason my father died in that war! If you hadn't sent him, he would have become a hero of the Sap Continent! He could still be alive!"
"I hate you… I wish even my mother—the one who abandoned me—were here instead of you!"
Mingyun collapsed, bleeding.
"Uncle…"
He tried to speak, but his breath trembled.
Suddenly—
The building collapsed.
His uncle shoved him away, shielding him as the structure crushed him beneath the rubble.
"UNCLE!! NOOO!"
"Why me?! WHY ME?!"
He turned and saw people fighting everywhere.
Then—
A blade pierced his neck.
He coughed blood.
"Headmaster… you fu—"
He died instantly.
Mingyun stood before a beautiful crimson lake.
He let the knife fall from his hand.
Above him, thousands of figures floated in the sky, staring down at him.
"So, you are the culprit behind the destruction of the Fate Building. We have finally found you."
Fear filled his body.
Then something inside him broke.
He stopped shaking.
Stopped crying.
Stopped fearing.
Stopped caring.
Everything inside him fell silent.
All emotion vanished.
He looked up and smiled faintly.
"Cultivators like you dream of happiness and chase your goals… yet the only thing stopping you is yourselves."
"My lack of hard work… it was all for nothing."
"So much potential… for what?"
One of the cultivators shouted.
"Silence, mortal! We know you possess the Life and Death Artificial Weapon—the second most legendary item in all the Nine Heavens!"
"We are here to claim it."
All eyes locked onto him.
Mingyun whispered:
"So all my actions… all those years spent trying to fix my mistakes… were for nothing?"