The aftermath of Elysia's transformative communion with the Leviathan's essence left her in a state of unparalleled power. As she awoke, a newfound vigor pulsated within her, and a confident smirk adorned her features. The energy surging through her veins had transcended mortal limits, and she felt like a force of nature.
Elysia's flight toward the Tranquility Sect was swift and purposeful. The entire sect, ignorant of the impending cataclysm, erupted into cheers upon seeing their revered Elder return. They hailed her as a savior, unaware that her true intentions were far from salvation.
Amidst the jubilation, Elysia executed the 5 Elemental Heavenly Sword Formation with practiced precision. The air crackled with elemental forces as a colossal Formation took shape, encapsulating Elysia in a cocoon of destructive power. The cheers of the disciples, initially filled with admiration, now took on an unwittingly ominous undertone.
Elysia, in a display of calculated devastation, propelled herself forward. The massive sword Formation followed her every movement, a harbinger of the impending obliteration. The tranquility that once defined the sect grounds now braced for a storm of unprecedented ferocity.
As the first wave of the attack descended upon the unsuspecting sect, it manifested as a swirling tempest of elemental destruction. Fire roared, water surged, earth trembled, metal resonated, and wood converged. The disciples, still cheering in blissful ignorance, found themselves caught in a cataclysmic maelstrom.
The destructive force left nothing in its wake but ashes. Buildings crumbled, vegetation withered, and the once-thriving sect grounds succumbed to an annihilation orchestrated by their very Elder.
The Sect Master, a mere cultivator at the 9th Stage Soul Transformation Realm, stood helpless before the overwhelming might of Elysia's assault. His attempts to form a defensive barrier were futile against the elemental onslaught.
Sect Master Ling, with desperation etched on his face, implored Elysia, "Elder Elysia, why? What have we done to deserve this?"
Elysia, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly radiance, retorted with an eerie calmness, "You stand in the way of progress, Sect Master. The Tranquility Sect is but a stepping stone on my path to ascension."
The disciples, now realizing the malevolence underlying their celebration, turned from jubilation to terror. Panic spread like wildfire among them, and the once-hailed savior became an architect of their despair.
Disciple A, aghast at the destruction, cried out, "This can't be happening! Elder Elysia, why are you doing this?"
Elysia's response was chilling in its detachment, "The weak cling to stability. I embrace chaos to forge a new destiny."
As the destruction continued, Elder Mei, her expression a mix of disbelief and sorrow, approached Elysia, "Elysia, what darkness has consumed your heart? This is not the path of righteousness."
Elysia, indifferent to the pleas of her fellow elders, declared, "Righteousness is a feeble concept, a crutch for those too timid to seize their destiny. I will transcend, and in doing so, reshape the very fabric of existence."
As the remnants of the Tranquility Sect crumbled into dust at Elysia's command, only the Sect Master remained, battered and bleeding on the ground. His feeble attempts to resist were futile against the overwhelming power that Elysia wielded.
Elysia, her sword still gleaming with residual elemental energy, approached the Sect Master with an air of detached authority. The once-trusted leader of the sect now lay powerless before the force he had unknowingly nurtured within his own ranks.
Elysia's voice cut through the lingering echoes of destruction, "Do you know why I am doing this?"
The Sect Master, defiant even in his weakened state, spat blood at Elysia's feet and rasped, "You witch, you will pay for this."
Elysia, unfazed by the insult, smirked with an unsettling calmness. "I am the last disciple of the Serenity Peak Sect," she declared, her words carrying the weight of ancient grievances. "The curse you face was passed down by the late Sect Master who protected me with his life."
The Sect Master's eyes widened with realization, a mixture of horror and understanding flickering within them. Before he could muster a response, Elysia, with one fluid motion, severed his head from his body.
The decapitated head rolled on the ground, the final testament to the demise of the Tranquility Sect. The once-thriving sect, now reduced to ashes and echoes, bore witness to the culmination of a vendetta that spanned generations.
Elder Ling, who had managed to survive the initial onslaught, approached Elysia cautiously. His expression was a blend of shock, grief, and a tinge of fear.
"Elysia, what madness has taken hold of you?" Elder Ling questioned, his voice a mixture of sorrow and disbelief.
Elysia turned to face the elder, her eyes devoid of any remorse. "Madness is subjective, Elder Ling. I merely orchestrate the symphony of destiny according to my own composition."
Elder Mei, who had tried to reason with Elysia earlier, stepped forward with a tone of reproach. "This is not the path of enlightenment, Elysia. You have forsaken the principles that once guided us."
Elysia's response was cold and resolute. "Enlightenment is a feeble pursuit, Elder Mei. I walk a path forged in the crucible of chaos, and I will emerge as a deity among mortals."
The remaining disciples who had survived the devastation watched in horror as their sect crumbled not only physically but also morally. The cheers that once hailed Elysia's return now hung heavy with regret and fear.
Disciple B, still grappling with the shock, whispered to a fellow survivor, "She was our savior, and now she's become our doom."
As the echoes of the sect's demise reverberated, Elysia stood amidst the ruins, a solitary figure bathed in the eerie glow of her newfound power.
Elysia raised her hand, and a surge of elemental energy crackled around her fingers. In a swift motion, she unleashed a devastating spell that engulfed Elder Zan in a torrent of destructive force.
The elder's silhouette disintegrated within the maelstrom of power, leaving nothing but ashes in his wake.
As Elysia continued her ruthless rampage, the surviving disciples scattered in fear. The once-holy grounds of the Tranquility Sect now echoed with the desperate cries of those who sought refuge from the storm she wrought.
Disciple C, cowering behind a crumbling pillar, muttered to a fellow survivor, "We're like ants before her. How did it come to this?"
The survivor, wide-eyed and trembling, whispered back, "She was supposed to save us, but she's become a demon."
Elysia, her silhouette illuminated by the fading embers of destruction, moved through the sect with unwavering purpose. Disciples who attempted to reason with her were met with swift and merciless ends.
Inner Disciple D, witnessing the carnage, approached Elysia with a trembling voice, "Elysia, please, we're not your enemies. Spare us."
Elysia, her expression unyielding, retorted, "Enemies or not, you carry the stain of the Tranquility Sect. There is no place for stains in the new world I forge."
With a wave of her hand, she conjured a dark vortex that consumed the pleading disciple, leaving no trace behind. The survivors, realizing the futility of resistance, scattered further, seeking shadows to escape Elysia's relentless pursuit.
As the echoes of suffering reverberated through the shattered remnants of the Tranquility Sect, Elysia pressed on, her heart seemingly devoid of the compassion that once guided her actions.
In the aftermath of her devastating assault on the Tranquility Sect, Elysia's focus shifted from destruction to pillaging. The once-hallowed halls now echoed with the eerie silence of a sect in ruins, and the survivors, scattered and traumatized, dared not approach the main building she had spared.
Elysia, methodical and determined, combed through the remnants of the sect, her keen eyes assessing the value of each artifact and scripture. The main building, untouched by her destructive power, became a treasure trove awaiting her selective plunder.
Elysia moved through the sect's archives, her fingers delicately brushing over ancient scrolls and manuscripts. She seemed to be searching for something, her eyes scanning the shelves with precision.
As she continued her search, Elysia uncovered hidden chambers and secret vaults. The once-guarded treasures of the sect now lay exposed to her discerning eyes.
Elysia, satisfied with her findings, began the meticulous process of transferring the sect's wealth into the interspatial rings she had confiscated. Treasures, artifacts, and ancient relics disappeared into the ethereal space of her storage devices.
Elysia even robbed the Enlightenment Stone that was in the sect and she wanted to use it in the future if she ever needs it which she will since her system needs sacrifices to boost her Comprehension Speed.
Elysia also decided to study other arts such as Alchemy, Arrays, Formations, Blacksmithing, Gardening, and other stuff since she lacked knowledge in all those areas which might become a weakness for her in the future.
In the weeks that followed, Elysia expertly eluded the scrutiny of neighboring sects, who were preoccupied with the aftermath of the beast tide she had unleashed.
Her movements, guided by a cunning strategy, allowed her to slip away unnoticed, leaving the once-tranquil valley to grapple with the enigma she had become.