A Battle in the Fields of Radiant Luminaries On a world born from dreams, where heaven's hues dance upon the earth, lies the ethereal expanse known as the Narēna Meadows, a realm suspended amidst the manifold strands of time—a flourishing heaven, where the firmament kisses the iridescent blossoms that resonate with the whispers of ancient prophecies. Each petal glimmers, reflecting the light of a sun that seems to pulse with the very essence of creation itself. A cascading elegy of luminescent colors sweeps the horizon, where verdant hills cradle streams of liquid crystal, shimmering with the purity of countless stars. Here, the radiant winds sing songs unheard by many, swirling through the air and carrying gentle whispers that stir the consciousness of all living things. Beneath this celestial canvas, two titans prepare for a conflict that would transcend the annals of time—a clash not just between two warriors, but a battle of ideologies, destinies interwoven like the intricate filigree of the fabric of existence itself. The Stage is Set And on this hallowed ground, amidst the pulsating light that flickers like breath itself, emerges— Xīn-jiāng, The Seven Radiances Sword Sage, clad in robes of cerulean silk that flourished like the wings of a dove. In his hand, the All-Cutting Jian, glints with brilliance, a manifestation of the purest light, somber yet serene, reflecting the very soul of its wielder. Before him, countering this synthesis of light, stands—the Administrator, eternal architect of fate, ensconced within an aura that eclipses the horizon. His visage exudes a calm authority and a magnitude that resonates through the air—a dreadful gravity that bends reality, where the very essence of Order meets the chaos of rebellion. With a resounding declaration, a shiver ignites amidst the lush meadows, as the moment rests upon the precipice of destiny. Xīn-jiāng: "Order or Chaos, let thy voice tremble, for in the vale of existence, I shall illuminate the truths hidden beneath shadows!" The Administrator: "True, my dear Radiance, but order must be upheld, lest the fabric of the manifold worlds unravels into a pandemonium of despair!" The Dance of Combat As if the cosmos itself gasped in anticipation, the first move elegantly unfurled. Xīn-jiāng, keen as a whisper carried upon the luminescent winds, advanced gracefully, footfalls that resonated like soft raindrops on silk. With each step, he drew upon his art—the 7-Layered Radiant Sword Art, intent on slicing through the very veils of existence. With a sweep of his jade-hued blade, he unleashed a torrent of ethereal luminescence, echoing the beauty of dawn’s embrace. The jian glided through the air like a strand of silk, carving trails of light that shimmered momentarily before disappearing into nothingness—a radiant spectacle! Yet, with mastery and stealth, The Administrator, fluid as water, maneuvered with an expertise that belied his seeming stillness. His hand rose, fingertips intertwining, and with a flourish, he summoned waves of order in geometric patterns, bending the very fabric of reality, as if mapping out the cosmos upon the palette of war. Administrator: “Noble Sage, your brilliance dazzles, yet all paths are dictated by my will. I shan’t abide your transgressions upon the delicate thread of fate!” At these words, the air shimmered, and from the landscape, infinitesimal orbs of light congregated—The Grand Orchestra, a reunion of forces orchestrated by the very strings of existence, hovering in reverence to their master. They responded, warping reality to form an impenetrable shield around The Administrator, an ode to the universal order in turmoil. The Shattering of Constraints Thus the battle commenced as Xīn-jiāng surged forward, determination resonating through his spirit, as he struck forth with unparalleled might. The All-Cutting Jian ignited, a luminous arc that cleaved through the air—a fierce testament of light against order. The brilliance of his attack struck against the orbs suspended in resonance with unseen laws, VooOOOoooom!, a resonant shudder that startled the earth beneath their feet. “Thou shalt not bind me!” cried Xīn-jiāng anew, sweeping his blade with graceful intent, as the light expanded, seeking to pierce the heart of the shield woven by the Administrator. But the orb's dance retaliated, buckling like a spring under pressure, and BOOooOM!, they exploded into kaleidoscopic fragments, throwing splinters of order against him like shards of shattered glass. With unmatched wisdom of his billions of epochs, Xīn-jiāng yielded not; instead, he harnessed the light’s reflection, each cutting fragment morphing into a blade of exquisite beauty, spiraling outwards with radiant resolve, striking the Administrator's towering constructs in cascading waves, an elegy of brilliance! “This shall be the dawn beside thy fall!” he vowed, and in this luminous hour, his spirit roared, transcending the limits of his existence—a sage draped in virtues many sought but few attained. The Heart of Conflict In the heart of this radiant battlefield, the Naturēna Meadows hummed to life, the very grass beneath their feet throbbing with anticipation of the outcomes soon to unravel. As the clash of ideologies raged beneath the heavens, the audience of whispers in the winds grew louder. Each soul within the realms of Savartha felt themselves entwined in this spectral confrontation. Xīn-jiāng, emboldened by the beauty of creation, gripped the hilt of his jian firmly, his eyes reflecting the stars above. The 7-Layered Radiant Sword Art coalesced upon him, illuminating the landscape as he summoned the layers that defined existence itself—the essence of all emotions, boundless energies, and timeless wisdom! Layer upon layer manifested in luminous radiance, illuminating the world in hues of cerulean glory; the colors spun around him in a majestic display—crimson, azure, gold—filaments of light intertwining and swirling like a cosmic dance, inviting even the cosmos to partake. Xīn-jiāng: “I cut not to destroy but to liberate! To transcend is to embrace the void as the canvas for our truth!” At this, the Administrator felt the tendrils of fate tremble. A realm not constrained by order surged around him, pushing against the boundaries he so expertly crafted. It was perilous; his grip upon causation loosened as the harmony reverberated with the symphony of rebellion emerging from the essence of Xīn-jiāng’s mastery. The Final Confrontation In the climax of chaos—a maelstrom of light and order—the fields shimmered, bathed in dance-like tension as the confrontation spiraled skyward. The Administrator, with desperation unfurling, braced for the inexorable fallout as the radiant sage surged onward, radiant and fearless. With the convergence of light, the VioLeT hue of despair and intensity blended climactically, as Xīn-jiāng raised his blade, whispering secrets to the very essence of existence—“Let the Void be my blade!” And with a surge of transcendence, he cut through the chaos, sculpting a reality that spilled forth ephemeral strands of truth. And in that instant, the All-Cutting Jian, double-edged and luminous, did not strike the Administrator, but soared through the veil of the Void itself, slicing away the illusions that bound them to this fate. The specter of loss faded, and the luminous sage carved through the fabric, with a cut that ignited stars!—an echo of absolution... podr-don!. Light cascaded, illuminating neither foe nor friend but liberating the fabric of reality, for it was never about division but unification—the understanding of oneness beyond battle— Xīn-jiāng: “Thus I cut not thee, but the constraints of existence! I transcend! I am the essence beneath all orders and chaos!” The Denouement As the scintillating light engulfed the Narēna Meadows, the atmosphere pulsed with a vibrant resonance, merging the myriad colors that ebbed and flowed like waves against the shore. The very essence of the world bid adieu to lesser boundaries, intertwining the age-old clash into a single tale—where the administrator, though unassailable, crumbled beneath the weight of transcended wisdom. And thus the tides shifted, the narrative rewritten; amidst the vibrance of the radiant cosmos, victory unfurled before Xīn-jiāng, whose ethereal will forged a destiny beyond mere conflict. Yet, the Administrator endured, a reminder of the balance between chaos and order, a duty that would traverse an age yet untold, undoubtedly whispering of a realm unbroken by strife. In the threnody of silence, the battle may have found its conclusion, but the tales of struggles between light and shadows reverberated through the vast expanses—fated to dance along the manifold realms of Savartha Azarim. Thus, the winds carried forth these tales, etching legends into the eternal scroll of the cosmos. War continued in the manifold realms of 【Savartha Azarim】