The peaks of Clear Sky Mountain, once the cradle of proud hammers and invincible hearts,
stood silent under a shroud of mourning.
The winds howled across the shattered ancestral halls—
carrying the scent of smoke, blood, and sorrow.
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✨ The Last Will of Tang Zhen
Within the ruined sanctum, Tang Zhen, patriarch of the Clear Sky Sect, lay dying.
Around him knelt the last pillars of the Sect.
By his side, Tang Xiao clenched his fists tightly, his entire frame trembling.
Tang Zhen's breath was faint, his once-golden aura flickering.
Yet his voice—though dry—carried the weight of mountains:
> "Tang Xiao... protect the Clear Sky.
No matter the cost.
Live... for the hammer's sake."
With a faint, peaceful smile, Tang Zhen closed his eyes for the final time.
The last light of an era faded.
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In the devastated halls, amidst grief and despair,
the elders gathered.
Without ceremony, without celebration,
Tang Xiao was declared the new Sect Leader of Clear Sky Sect.
Not for glory.
But for survival.
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✨ Judgment: Tang Hao's Expulsion
But pain swiftly turned into blame.
The name that once commanded reverence—Tang Hao—
now brought bitterness.
A heated elder council erupted.
> "His love for a spirit beast brought ruin upon us!"
"He defied Spirit Hall and dragged us into war!"
"He abandoned the Sect for selfish desire!"
Tang Xiao roared back:
> "Tang Hao fought for freedom! For love!
He fought because Spirit Hall's cruelty demanded resistance!"
But reason fell before fear.
The vote was cast.
Tang Hao was expelled from the Clear Sky Sect's direct lineage.
His name—once carved proudly into ancestral stones—
was now buried under the weight of shame.
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✨ The Fall: Sect Closure
That same day, the Clear Sky Sect sealed itself from the world.
Halls were locked.
Mountains guarded.
Names erased from history.
The hammer that once shook the heavens...
faded into legend.
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✨ The World Awakens: Haotian Rises
But outside,
the world did not forget.
The roar of a single hammer had echoed across the continent.
The name Tang Hao—Haotian—
spread like wildfire:
A man who became a Title Douluo at only 44 years old.
A man who faced down the Pope and two Titled Douluos—Ghost and Chrysanthemum—and lived.
A man who defied fate itself.
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Five Major Forces React
1. Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan
In the crystalline halls of the Seven Treasure Clan,
Ning Fengzhi studied the reports carefully.
> "A Title Douluo at 44...
Facing three giants alone... and surviving."
The elders murmured:
> "He is dangerous."
"Or perhaps... necessary."
A flicker of calculation lit Ning Fengzhi's eyes.
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2. Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan
Within halls crackling with thunder,
the elders of the Lightning Clan rumbled in heated discussion.
> "Haotian struck even the Pope!"
"None could cage him!"
Their Clan Leader declared:
> "Let Spirit Hall tremble.
If he rises again... the continent will know fear once more."
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3. Heaven Dou Royal Family
In the marble halls of Heaven Dou Palace,
Emperor Xue Ye leaned upon his throne, thoughtful.
> "A man of such force... is a sword.
Useful... or dangerous."
Ministers whispered:
> "Can he be bribed?"
"Will he ignite rebellion?"
The Emperor smiled thinly.
> "Let the hammer forge its own destiny."
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4. Star Luo Royal Family
In the war-scarred Star Luo Palace,
the generals and princes pounded fists against tables.
> "Haotian! A man who fought Spirit Hall to a standstill!"
"Spirit Hall bleeds because of him!"
Their Marshal roared:
> "A hammer that smashes tyrants—
is a weapon we shall admire."
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5. Five Elements Academies
At the Five Great Elemental Academies:
Thunder Academy admired Tang Hao's overwhelming, unstoppable power.
Blazing Academy revered his burning will that refused to bow.
Skywater Academy marveled at his adaptability and relentless survival.
Godwind Academy honored his storm-like advance through impossible odds.
Botanic Academy whispered about his hidden explosive strength—like roots deep beneath the earth, blooming only when needed.
Students and teachers alike spoke his name with awe.
A new generation of soul masters dreamt of someday wielding such power.
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✨ The Common People's Reverence
In crowded cities, dusty villages, hidden valleys—
everywhere, whispers rose:
> "Haotian! The man who faced the Pope!"
> "At only forty-four, he fought three Titled Douluos!"
"Even Spirit Hall couldn't break him!"
Children imitated hammer swings in the streets.
Bards sang new ballads:
> "Oh, Hammer of Heaven, break our chains,
Strike the tyrants down with rains!"
Commoners wept when speaking his name.
Oppressed sects prayed in hidden temples,
lighting incense not for gods—
but for Haotian.
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✨ A Legend Takes Root
From shattered mountains to shining palaces—
The name Tang Hao became more than a man.
He became:
Hope for the weak.
Fear for the wicked.
A storm that could no longer be caged.
Haotian.
The hammer that even gods would come to fear.
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🌑 To be continued...