Martial Empress!

Deep within a mountain forest, was a stone hut. Dilapidated with an ancient aura. Inside was a man in his mid 50s, his gaze seemingly lost at the sky. If anybody was to see him, he would be instantly recognised. Those eyes that could take away your soul, the hair that cascaded down like a river, the unique mark upon his forehead.

He was Wang Xue, the God of Heavenspeak Realm, his name brought terror to all inhabitants and all realms. One action of his was enough to destroy a realm and one word was enough to send every realm to his command.

At the age of 5, he had a Heaven-ranked spirit and a limitless potential of talent, enough to shock the whole realm. At the age of 7, he reached Foundation Formation with a Heaven-grade Foundation. At the age of 8, he was targeted by Core Creation assassins and killed them only using his bare-hands. At the age of 9, he was met with a tremendous fortune with an ancient sword and benefit from a wise old sage, who was thought to be dead years ago.

At the age of 10, he stepped out of Foundation Formation and went straight into the apex of Core Creation. His numerous feats left the world numb to his success, if a normal person were to have atleast one of his achievements then they would be happy till the day they die. Now.... nobody knows his cultivation as nobody has ever survived a single palm. He sighed.

"When you were not dead, I trained bitterly for you. Yet, even with my cultivation now, I still can't reach you." He muttered, as he waved his sleeve to produce a bottle of wine. If his sorrow was seen by someone, they would comment bullsh*t. The God in their hearts doesn't have a high enough cultivation level? Bullsh*t! He's able to destroy anybody with a single palm!

"Ying'er.....Why did you have to leave me?" he laughed and cried.... In one moment, he was crying about her. In another, he was laughing to relieve the pain. This moment, he was angry. "Damn you Heavens! It's all your fault!" He said maniacally. "IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU! SHE WOULD BE HERE!" He yelled, shaking the very earth around him. "IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU! I WOULDN'T BE HERE!!!!".

He clutched his c.h.e.s.t and fell to the grounds trembling, as he withdrew a dagger and stabbed at his heart. "I'm sorry Ying'er" he muttered as he let go of the dagger. "Xue'er couldn't find you..."

This was the end of the God of War, Wang Xue.

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In an unknown realm.....

"Come on, Missus! You can do it!" urged a midwife. In a normal clan house, there was a woman in labour with a man in his 40s holding her left hand and a midwife in the other. There was terrible silence as the man, gripped onto the woman's hand. "Waaaaaaah! Uwaaaaaaah!" A baby's cry broke this as the midwife rushed over to hold the baby.

"Congratulations, Patriarch! Its a girl!" said the midwife with a baby clothed in a white blanket. She handed it over to the man, who with a pampering expression. He then kissed the baby's forehead and handed it over to the woman. "Xing'er, we have a baby girl now." He said, as he carefully checked his wife and gently moved her hair to kiss her for a short moment. "What should we call her?" He asked, as he looked at both of them with a pair of gentle eyes.

"We'll call her Xia, Bai Xia." She said as she hugged the baby in her arms tightly as though someone was going to take it off her. At this moment, Bai Xia of the Bai Clan was born.