The Rich Cultivator

As Tyler committed each incantation to memory, his focus was interrupted by a hauntingly beautiful song. It was a melody that seemed to emanate from nowhere, filling the space with its ethereal tones. His senses were immediately captivated, and before he could react, his consciousness was whisked away to an illusory realm.

The new world he entered was a stark contrast to the one he knew. It was not the familiar, bustling environment of his everyday life, but a realm teetering on the brink of collapse. Explosions echoed in the distance, a cacophony of violence that shook the earth beneath him. Cracks spiderwebbed across the ground, revealing dark chasms that seemed to stretch into the unknown. The sound of despairing cries filled the air, mingling with the distant roar of explosions and the crumbling of once-mighty structures.

As Tyler floated above this apocalyptic scene, he marvelled at its otherworldly quality. It felt simultaneously unreal and all too real, like a nightmarish dream he couldn’t wake from. He was a ghost in this world, unable to touch or interact with anything, but he retained his sense of smell. The pungent stench that assaulted his nostrils told him everything he needed to know about the chaos below. It was a putrid mix of rotting flesh, demonic mucus, and animal excrement, the result of battles fought and lost on these blood-soaked fields.

The air was thick with the stench, almost viscous in its intensity. Tyler grimaced, his nose wrinkling in distaste. He hated this feeling, the oppressive heaviness that made each breath a struggle. Looking around, he saw a landscape cloaked in ash-grey, the remnants of life scattered like debris across a battlefield. Corpses lay in heaps, their lifeless eyes staring blankly into the sky. The horizon was a bleak silhouette of crumbling buildings, the once vibrant world now reduced to a graveyard.

Group of creatures that looked like demons from hell appeared. These demons are fighting against Beasts. There was a fierce bird entwined with thunder and lightning, a wild elephant with black scales, a centipede with huge wings on its back, and a pink strange dragon.

"Pink Dragon?" Out of all the things Pink Dragon piqued Tyler’s interest.

Soon he saw a man appear in the sky. Suddenly a Big Red and White chessboard enveloped the demons. Their moments become slow. He flipped his hand. The chessboard under everyone’s feet turned red and then he casted a spell which attacked a large number of huge fists projection appeared in the air. It began to punch the demons simultaneously like a gatling gun. Their bodies shattered, only their demon souls stayed.

Then he flipped his hand again , the ground under their feet turned white. Instead of a proper chessboard, every square turned white. Then he roared like a fierce dragon. The demon souls turned into ashes.

Suddenly the man in the air turned around and looked straight at ’ghostly’ state Tyler, "Someone from the future, huh... Maybe an inheritance left by my future self. Ok times up. Let’s see in real world of fate permits."

Tyler was sent back in an instant. The only regret is he can’t remember how that senior looked.

"Wine really was a great thing; it could be enjoyed in times of joy and also in times of sorrow. Even when you were bored and alone, you could have some. This wine is so good." The Scholar Ghost said as he took a sip of wine. Others all took a sip of wine.