As Wang Weixiang achieved the extraordinary feat of breaking through to 100 million layers of extreme foundation realm, a ripple of cosmic energy reverberated through the fabric of Bosom Heaven. Unbeknownst to Wang, his ascension to unparalleled power sent shockwaves across the cultivation world, stirring the dormant forces of fate. The very heavens seemed to tremble, as if a celestial being had awakened from a slumber of eons.
In the sanctuaries of the immortal sects scattered throughout Bosom Heaven, the elders and cultivators sensed a disturbance in the celestial harmony so profound that it sent shivers down their spines. Whispers of an impending calamity echoed through the hallowed halls, setting the air abuzz with an undercurrent of unease and foreboding. The once-familiar tranquility of their secluded realms was shattered, replaced by a palpable sense of dread.
The Grand Elder of the Celestial Peak Sect, a venerable figure with centuries of wisdom etched upon his face, gazed out at the swirling mists that veiled the mountain peaks. His eyes narrowed in contemplation, a shiver running down his spine as he felt the tremors of destiny at play. His gaze, usually filled with the wisdom of ages, now reflected a flicker of fear.
"The heavens have shifted," he murmured, his voice carrying the weight of prophecy. "A power unmatched stirs in the heart of the mountain. The balance of the world falters, and with it, the threads of our fates are woven anew." His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of impending doom. The elders of the Celestial Peak Sect, their faces etched with centuries of experience, knelt in silent reverence, their hearts pounding with a primal fear.
In the chambers of the Verdant Lotus Sect, the High Priestess consulted the ancient scriptures, her fingers tracing the cryptic symbols that foretold of upheaval and change. The petals of the lotus flowers in her garden wilted, their vibrant hues fading in response to the gathering storm. The air itself seemed to crackle with an unseen energy, a harbinger of the chaos that was to come. The High Priestess, her eyes wide with terror, fell to her knees, her hands trembling as she clutched the ancient scrolls.
Across the expanse of Bosom Heaven, the immortal sects convened in silent vigil, their hearts heavy with the weight of an unknown future. The harmony of the cultivation world trembled, its foundations shaken by the emergence of a power that defied mortal comprehension. They could only feel a calamity brewing, a force of nature that threatened to consume them all. The elders of the sects, their faces pale with fear, bowed their heads in silent prayer, their bodies trembling as if they were mere mortals facing the wrath of the gods.
Amidst the whispers of calamity and the portents of destiny, Wang Weixiang stood unaware of the turmoil he had unwittingly unleashed. His focus remained steadfast on his path of cultivation, his resolve unyielding as he embraced the Sword Saint talent and honed his skills with unwavering dedication.
As the world of cultivation teetered on the brink of uncertainty, the stage was set for a clash of forces beyond mortal reckoning, a collision of destinies that would test the boundaries of reality itself.
And in the heart of Bosom Heaven, Wang Weixiang, unaware of the fear and awe he had inspired, stood ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, his sword gleaming with the promise of both salvation and upheaval.
A surge of energy coursed through him, the system voice echoing in his mind.
"Congratulations, host. You have achieved the unimaginable. You have destroyed hundreds of millions of small planar worlds and a million middle planar worlds, annihilating countless essences of gravity and space from billions of realms.
Worthy of being the Sword Saint, surpassing any Sword Saint from your realm of fiction and any other realm where swords exist, you are rewarded with the title of 'One Sword that Equals to the Heaven' and a supreme technique: Void Sword.
And unlocking a new system function.