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He had made his way here from Pine City, leaving behind a place now fraught with suspicion and whispers. The city was abuzz with preparations for the Iron Blood Cell Tournament, a spectacle that had captured the attention of many.

Amidst the flurry of activity, rumors of his disappearance spread—some said he had been spooked by his encounter with Nie Li, others whispered that he was in secret training for the upcoming tournament. But Yan Jin had his own reasons for leaving, and the truth was far grimmer than the gossip suggested.

He approached the resting place of his uncle, the one who had raised him and provided a semblance of family amidst the chaos of his early life. It had been six months since he last stood here, and the passage of time had not been kind. Weeds and insects had claimed the area, obscuring the grave beneath layers of neglect.

With a determined look, he began the arduous task of clearing the overgrowth, his movements methodical and precise. Each swipe of the tool, each pull of the weeds, was an act of reverence.

As he worked, his thoughts drifted back to the events that had transpired. The vengeance he had exacted upon those who had wronged his family, the chaos that had ensued within the Yan Clan, and the painful journey that had led him to this moment. He had faced countless challenges and adversaries, but his purpose had remained clear.

The death of Yan Li, the downfall of the patriarch, and the unraveling of the clan\'s power had been a testament to his resolve.

Yan Jin stood silently before the newly constructed mausoleum, his presence a stark contrast to the overgrown wilderness that now surrounded his uncle\'s resting place. The remnants of the Little Creek Village lay scattered in ruins around him, the once lively settlement now a graveyard of memories.

The Celestial Descent had left its mark, transforming vibrant homes into crumbling shells and leaving the earth scarred.

"Uncle, it has been six months since I last came to you, and so much has changed. The world I knew is now but a shadow of its former self. The City of Pine is under new rules, with increased security and preparations for the Iron-Blooded Tournament, a spectacle that will soon draw many eyes."

His voice, though steady, was tinged with a note of weariness. "I have avenged your death, as I promised. Those who conspired against you have been met with their own justice, and the Yan Family is now in turmoil, struggling under the weight of their own transgressions. The power they once wielded so arrogantly has turned against them, unraveling their fortunes and exposing their weaknesses."

Yan Jin\'s eyes, though sightless, seemed to peer into the distance as he spoke. "Yet, even in the midst of these upheavals, I feel a new path opening before me. I will embark on a journey beyond Pine City, to seek out the remnants of my own lineage and to uncover the truths of my past. I know not what lies ahead, but I carry with me the lessons you imparted and the sacrifices you made."

He paused, a soft breeze carrying his words away as if whispering them into the ether. "Thank you for the love and care you gave me, for the guidance and protection. Your sacrifices have not been in vain. I will honor your memory by forging my own destiny, by finding those who brought me into this world, and by carving out a future that reflects the strength and values you instilled in me."

"I promise to keep moving forward, Farewell, Uncle. May you rest in peace, I will come back soon."

As Yan Jin turned to leave, a soft hum of energy brushed against his senses—a faint but unmistakable fluctuation that rippled through the air. His brow furrowed in curiosity. He was intimately familiar with this kind of energy, a pulse so distinct and pure that it could only belong to one thing: celestial ore.

Intrigued, he began to search the area, carefully scanning the vicinity around his uncle\'s tomb. He sifted through the earth, brushed aside wild overgrowth, and, after a few moments, his fingers grazed a smooth, cold object buried just beneath the soil. He dug it out and held it in his hand—a small but dense pebble of celestial ore, glowing faintly with a celestial light.

It was almost as if the heavens themselves had conspired to guide him here. The Golden Warriors, in their exhaustive excavation, had missed this precious fragment. Yan Jin chuckled softly, his grip tightening around the pebble. He pulled out the piece of celestial ore he had received from the old bloodsmith. Together, the two pieces were enough to forge three celestial arrows.

He glanced back at his uncle\'s tomb, the wind gently rustling the leaves around it. "Even dead, you still look out for me," Yan Jin murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. "It seems my journey will be delayed a bit longer."

With newfound purpose, he made his way back to the old smithy where he had once toiled alongside his uncle. The smithy was a place steeped in memories—of long hours hammering metal, the smell of burning coals, and the crackle of the forge. It was here that Yan Jin had learned the value of patience and precision, two qualities essential for a master of the bow.

Nostalgia filled him as he stepped inside, the scent of iron and ash still lingering in the air. He could almost hear the echo of his uncle\'s laughter and the rhythmic clang of the hammer against the anvil. Yan Jin smiled faintly. This place, this humble workshop, was where his path had begun. And now it was where he would prepare for the next step in his journey.

Over the following weeks, Yan Jin poured his heart and soul into forging the arrows. He worked tirelessly, his days a cycle of training, hunting, and crafting. During breaks, he would sit by his uncle\'s tomb, speaking to him as though he were still alive, recounting his progress and thoughts.

The forging process itself was arduous. Celestial ore was not easily tamed; it required immense heat and an unyielding focus. Yan Jin spent hours stoking the fire to the perfect temperature, hammering the ore with practiced precision. Every strike sent sparks flying into the air, each blow drawing the celestial metal closer to its final form.

The raw power of the ore made it unpredictable, and it took every ounce of his skill to shape it properly.

When the forging was done, he carefully carved intricate symbols of protection and guidance into each arrow, ensuring they would fly true in even the most chaotic of battles. Finally, after weeks of grueling work, the arrows were complete.

The first arrow gleamed with a brilliant sheen, its surface polished to perfection. It seemed to hum with energy, a thin line of silver running down its shaft. The second arrow bore faint, swirling patterns etched into the metal, each line pulsing with a cool, icy blue light. The third arrow was darker, almost black, but it radiated an intense power.

The arrowheads were razor-sharp, each one imbued with the essence of the celestial ore. Together, the three arrows exuded an aura of quiet menace, their latent power lying in wait to be unleashed.

Yan Jin held them in his hands, feeling their weight and the power they contained. He placed them carefully in a new quiver he had made, resting his hand on the arrows for a brief moment, as if drawing strength from their presence.

As the sun began to set on his final day in Little Creek Village, Yan Jin stood before his uncle\'s tomb one last time. The mausoleum now looked peaceful, framed by the remnants of the village and the slowly encroaching wilderness. He placed a hand on the wooden structure, bowing his head in silent prayer.

"I\'ve done all I can here, Uncle," Yan Jin said softly.

His voice grew firmer as he added, "I\'m heading back to Pine City. The Iron-Blooded Tournament awaits, and I have more to prove—both to myself and to this world."

With that, he turned away from the mausoleum, his celestial arrows slung over his shoulder. The forest around him grew darker as night fell, the air growing colder with each passing moment. He walked steadily, his mind clear, knowing that his uncle\'s spirit was watching over him

As Yan Jin left Little Creek Village behind, the stars began to twinkle overhead, guiding his way back to Pine City.