Chapter 44: Cultivator's
I gazed at Fang Chen, my mind racing with the disparities between this world and the Demon Realm. The power system was identical, yet the cultivators here were astonishingly weak.
My thoughts drifted back to the Hall of Suffering, where I had reached rank 8 by stage 20. Even that seemed feeble compared to the warriors of the Empire.
But my goal remained clear: destroy the Heavenly Core. And when I did, the Wall of Depths would begin to crack, ushering in an era of war.
The Wall of Depths, a boundless, endless barrier, shrouded in mystery. Its creator unknown, its purpose unclear. Some said it was an infinite sea, impossible to breach.
Yet, I knew the truth. Destroy the Heavenly Core, and I could create a crack in the Wall. A crack that would change everything.
Fang Chen's voice broke my reverie. "Lin Fang, let's continue your training. We have a long way to go."
Ten years passed like falling leaves, each one whispering secrets of the martial arts to me. I trained relentlessly, my body honed to perfection, my mind razor-sharp.
Fang Chen watched with pride, his eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and concern. "Lin Fang, you've grown too strong, too fast. The world won't know what to make of you."
I smiled, my expression enigmatic. The System interface pulsed with energy, tracking my progress.
Rank 3, achieved.
Martial arts mastery: 80%
Strength: 90%
Agility: 95%
I was a force to be reckoned with, and the world would soon tremble before me.
The Fang Clan prospered under my guidance, our influence expanding like ripples on a pond.
But I knew the truth – this was only the beginning. The Heavenly Core still pulsed with energy, waiting for me to strike.
And when I did, the world would burn.
The Wall of Depths whispered secrets in my ear, its cracks growing wider, its power calling to me.
In a world where Ki Cultivation reigned supreme, I dared to be different. I abandoned the conventional path, instead opting for the Life Essence Technique. And I didn't just stop at adoption - I modified it, making it my own creation.
The Fang Clan was shocked by my intelligence, and my innovative approach earned me the title of Rising Star. I stood at the peak of the power system, a beacon of hope for the small clan.
But my impact didn't stop there. After sharing my technique with the Fang Clan, they rose from a small side clan to a mid-sized powerhouse, leading the Western part of the continent.
However, I knew I couldn't linger. The clan's system would only hold me back, and I had a greater destiny to fulfill. I needed to leave, to create my own sect and forge a formidable army capable of destroying the Heavenly Core.
Fang Chen approached me, his eyes narrowed. "Lin Fang, you can't just leave. You're the reason for our clan's prosperity."
I gazed at him, my expression cold and detached. "Prosperity is fleeting. I have no time to waste. If you won't let me leave, I'll annihilate every last one of you."
My words hung in the air, a chilling reminder of my unyielding resolve. The Fang Clan would not hold me bac
k. I would forge my own path, no matter the cost.