Absolute Domain

The world around Zhang Yong seemed to blur as his mind sharpened, the weight of his newfound power settling heavily on his shoulders. The battlefield was a mere memory now, the echoes of death and destruction fading into the distance. But it was clear that his path was not one of simple conquest—it was one of absolute dominance. His very being radiated power, and with each passing moment, the hunger for more grew.

He stood at the edge of a cliff, overlooking the sprawling city below. The dark horizon stretched endlessly before him, the sky painted in shades of red and black as the remnants of the storm clouded the heavens. The blood of his enemies still clung to his clothes, the scent of death lingering in the air like a haunting perfume.

"You are ready," a voice whispered behind him, breaking the silence.

Zhang Yong turned slowly, his expression unreadable. Before him stood a figure cloaked in shadow, an ancient presence that seemed to transcend time itself. The figure's eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and as he spoke, his voice seemed to reverberate through the very air.

"Your power has grown beyond comprehension, but you must understand—the path you walk is one of isolation and sacrifice. To ascend to the next stage, you must cast aside your humanity."

Zhang Yong's eyes narrowed as he studied the figure, his gaze unwavering. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice cold but steady.

The figure stepped closer, his movements fluid and deliberate, like the shadow of a predator closing in on its prey. "You are no longer just a man, Zhang Yong. You are a force of nature, an embodiment of destruction. But with this power comes a price. To become the ruler you desire, you must sever your ties with the mortal world. Your heart, your soul—everything that makes you human—must be left behind."

Zhang Yong remained silent for a moment, his thoughts swirling like the storm clouds above. The figure's words were not lost on him. He had always known that the path of power was one of great sacrifice, but hearing it spoken aloud made the truth undeniable.

"I've already sacrificed so much," Zhang Yong said, his voice laced with cold determination. "I'll do whatever it takes to rise to the top."

The figure nodded, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips. "Then you are ready."

The air around them seemed to shift as the figure raised his hand, a dark energy swirling in the air like a vortex. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and Zhang Yong could feel the pulse of ancient power coursing through him.

"To ascend, you must embrace the chaos within," the figure intoned. "Only by channeling your deepest desires—the lust for power, the hunger for control—can you unlock your true potential. But beware, for once you cross this threshold, there will be no turning back."

Without hesitation, Zhang Yong stepped forward, his body vibrating with energy. He could feel it—the primal force that surged within him, eager to be released. The path to ascension was before him, but it would not be easy. There would be challenges, battles, and enemies that sought to bring him down. But he was ready.

Zhang Yong closed his eyes, embracing the darkness that swirled within his soul. He let the chaos consume him, his body transforming, his power amplifying beyond anything he had ever experienced before. The figure watched silently as Zhang Yong's form seemed to merge with the very energy around him, his body becoming a vessel of unimaginable power.

And in that moment, Zhang Yong knew that nothing could stand in his way. His rise was inevitable. The path of ascension was before him, and he would walk it alone, with no one to challenge his rule.