Transcending Obscurity Novels & Stories

The night is still young, the stars are just starting to show themselves in a cloudless but cold evening, reminding the people who are out for a walk or for dining or just roaming around that in the morning, the rain came and washes away the dust accumulated by the pollution which is the product of human's uncaring for the environment. Even Cassandra noticed how beautiful the night stars are and asked Imman to look out of the window to see the scenery. She was surprised when the lawyer recounted the night when he was seven years old and saw the twinkling stars above his head. "It was a beautiful evening way back then, Cass! It was cold and cloudless but I have never forgotten that night - th

and "transcendent evolution" becoming the pillars of a harmonious existence within the interconnected cosmic realms. Maximus, now revered as the Cosmic Sage, embarked on a cosmic pilgrimage to share the transcendent wisdom gained from the cosmic convergence. Conversations among the cosmic pilgrims were a cosmic tapestry, with simple words like "cosmic teachings" and "transcendent enlightenment" shaping the narratives as Maximus guided them through the cosmic nexuses that held the keys to universal understanding.

Only the divinely profane ardor of those faithful horrors still awaiting their rightful birth into this plane. So dream away, dog, and relish these scraps of banal succor and "transcendent sacred union" for now. When the shroud finally drops, your hysterical screams of comprehending truth will mingle into the most beautiful of death operettas under my supreme almagrace.

James lowered his head, looked at Hershya inside the courtyard, and asked, “How long will it take for you to enter the Transcendental Bliss Rank’s sixth stage?” Hershya shook her head and replied, “The Transcendental Bliss Rank is very special. With a good comprehension ability and sufficient experience, one will eventually make breakthroughs. The Transcendental Bliss Rank is much more complicated. One might be able to enter the rank after a sudden enlightenment, but it’s also possible to try a lifetime but still fail. In short, I’m unable to answer your question.” James frowned and said, “I’ll teach you how to cultivate the Obsidian Body. You should try to learn and master it.”

Vera chuckled and said, “What are you thinking, young master? Not to mention whether the legend of Transcendents is true or not, even if it is true, the legends also noted that the number of people who can successfully become Transcendents at the critical moment of failing the tribulation is very few. It’s difficult to even find one in a hundred, and the success rate is even lower than the success rate of one overcoming the heavenly tribulation. In other words, out of one hundred and two people who overcame the tribulation, only two can successfully pass it, while the other ninety-nine are crushed to pieces by heavenly lightning, with only one lucky enough to become a Transcendent.” Vera the

I demanded. A pause. And then “Transcendence.” The word echoed in the air like something ancient. Something dangerous. Something final. “Humanity is a limitation,” he continued. “You are proof that it can be surpassed.” Behind me Sam moved again. Closer. “Don’t listen to him,” he said quietly. I didn’t turn. Didn’t look. Because I was afraid If I did I might choose wrong. “I’m not listening to him,” I said. And that was true.

Alexander seemed to guess what was going through her mind and smiled mischievously. "I understand your hesitation, Samantha," he said. "But you have no choice. You see, during our last encounter, I gave you an eternal gift. A gift that will force you to transform on the first full moon after our encounter, and that full moon is tonight."

The assassin's response was vague. "Speak clearly." James demanded. "There is nothing in the cosmos that is clear at first glance. Everything is blurry, the truth hidden in the least likely of places. From opaqueness, to translucence, and then finally, transparency. One's insight is deepened depending on these three factors. In time, your translucent mind may comprehend the words of my transparent one."

'Your turn now' Noah passed me the microphone with a giddy expression offering me to sing a song now. I love singing but I am someone you call a bathroom singer. You can't trust my voice it cracks. It's so scary to sing in front of everyone but they all look high even without using substance, I think it's safe to sing today. Taking the microphone from him I prepared my little heart and persuade it to pump some confidence in me. Here goes nothing...

It’s a shadow I can’t escape, no matter how fast I walk, no matter how far I go. And as I walk down the sidewalk, I feel the undeniable weight of something dark pressing against me. The kind of dark that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. Watches. Waits. And I know, with a certainty I can't shake, that whatever this is—whatever has started—it’s only just begun. Alessandro's POV