The valley had been claimed. The declaration had been made. The first disciples had survived the trial.
But a sect could not exist on willpower alone. It needed structure, rules, and an unshakable foundation.
For the next several months, Wu Tian took on a task greater than any battle he had fought—the construction of a legacy.
Establishing the Sect's HierarchyGathered at the heart of the Soaring Heavens Sect, the first generation of disciples stood in disciplined formation. Some still bore the wounds of the entrance trial, their injuries a testament to their determination.
Wu Tian faced them, his voice calm but absolute. "A sect is only as strong as the foundation it stands on."
He raised his hand, and golden Qi surged outward, forming words in the air:
"Strength Above All."
The disciples stood at attention, their gazes unwavering.
"We do not serve nobility. We do not serve fate. We serve only power." Wu Tian's voice rang across the valley. "Here, strength is law. If you wish to rise, then fight for it. If you fall, you were never meant to stand."
He extended his hand, and the golden words reformed into distinct ranks:
Outer Disciples – Those who had proven themselves worthy to enter but had yet to make a name.
Inner Disciples – Those who had proven their strength and earned greater resources.
Core Disciples – The elite warriors who would one day represent the sect.
Elders – Only those who contributed to the sect's growth and knowledge would hold this title.
Sect Master – The leader of the sect, chosen not by blood, but by ability.
"Your future is not decided by birth or wealth, but by your own hands."
Wu Tian's words settled into their minds. There would be no weak links in his sect.
The Construction of the Sect GroundsA foundation of warriors needed a fortress worthy of their strength. Over the following months, Wu Tian personally oversaw the construction of the sect's core structures:
The Core Pavilion – A towering structure where all disciples would cultivate, train, and meditate.
The Battle Grounds – An arena where daily combat trials would be held. Disciples would not sit idle in halls of philosophy—they would be tempered in battle.
The Shadow Hall – A division of elite scouts, spies, and assassins who would safeguard the sect's future from the shadows.
The Forbidden Peak – A place reserved only for those who had proven themselves beyond all limits. Here, secret knowledge would be stored, and only those chosen by Wu Tian himself could enter.
The land was transformed from an empty valley into a fortress of power.
Cultivation Methods & Forbidden KnowledgeUnlike other sects that hoarded knowledge, Wu Tian did not believe in limiting potential.
He personally transcribed and distributed the core cultivation methods:
Heavenly Ascension Arts – A technique designed to break through Qi refinement limits and enhance one's physical foundation.
Soaring Fist & Void Step – Martial arts crafted from Wu Tian's own battle experience, teaching movement that surpassed normal human limits.
Secrets of the Sealed World – A collection of knowledge about the world's false limits, meant only for those he deemed ready.
Every disciple trained relentlessly. Weakness was not tolerated.
Clashing with the Old PowersBut the rise of the Soaring Heavens Sect did not go unnoticed.
The established sects, ruling for generations, viewed Wu Tian's growing force as an affront to their dominance. Whispers of war began circulating.
The first attack came at night.
A group of assassins, masked and silent, infiltrated the sect grounds.
They never left.
Wu Tian stood over their corpses, his eyes cold. The old sects feared him. Good.
His disciples saw the bloodshed and understood the truth: power was the only protection in this world.
A Final CommandAs the months passed, Wu Tian knew his time in the Sealed World was drawing to an end. His path lay beyond this realm.
But before leaving, he gathered his disciples one last time.
Standing before them, his robes billowed in the wind. He looked upon his creation—the Soaring Heavens Sect, no longer just an idea, but a force.
He raised a jade talisman, embedding his Qi into it. A final order, a message that would remain long after he was gone.
"Survive. Grow. Become strong enough that even the heavens cannot suppress you."
Jiang Xuan stepped forward. "Sect Master, will you return?"
Wu Tian smirked. "When the time is right, I will. And when I do, I expect this sect to have shaken the foundations of the world itself."
With those final words, he vanished into the night.