The twilight sky loomed heavy over the Eastern Wastes, a desolate expanse of cracked stone and withered earth where life dared not tread. Crimson streaks bled across the dying sky, casting jagged shadows over the ruins of what was once a proud stronghold. Ash fell like snow, carried by the biting winds that howled through the crumbled stone towers and broken battlements.
Amidst the wreckage stood Wen Wuxing, the last remaining patriarch of the Wen Clan. His robes were torn and bloodstained, clinging to his lean frame. His eyes, sharp and dark as obsidian, scanned the wreckage without flinching. Around him, the ground was littered with the corpses of his kin—uncles, cousins, warriors, elders. Their lifeless eyes stared into the void, accusing him, questioning him.
Had he failed them?
He clenched his fists, the callused skin cracking, blood mingling with the dust. His breath came in shallow gasps, each one a battle against the crushing weight pressing down on his chest. The once-proud Wen Clan, a lineage that once stood among the great families of Kilimangodo Realm, had been reduced to a footnote in history. Their enemies had conspired, invaded, and destroyed.
And he—Wen Wuxing—had watched it all burn.
He sank to one knee, the ruins cold beneath him, his body trembling not from weakness but from rage barely contained. "This is not the end," he whispered, the words cutting through the silence like a blade. "The Wen Clan... will not vanish into dust."
Suddenly, a searing pain lanced through his chest. He gasped, clutching his heart as the world around him spun. Light burst behind his eyes, and an ethereal voice echoed in his mind—ancient, mechanical, yet alive.
[System Activation Detected...]
[Initializing Clan Ascension Protocol...]
[Analyzing Host: Wen Wuxing — Primary Bloodline Holder — Status: Critical]
[Activating Emergency Protocol...]
He fell to the ground, writhing in pain as spiritual energy surged through him, cleansing, burning, transforming. Visions flashed before him—a vast realm of peaks and valleys, a throne of jade, rivers of spirit energy, and armies of cultivators bearing his banner.
[System Integration Complete.]
[Reward: Portable Clan Realm — Granted.]
[Patriarchal Peak — Activated.]
[Clan Revival Protocol Initiated.]
The pain ceased abruptly. Wuxing gasped, his body drenched in sweat, but the air around him was different—rich, alive with power. His injuries faded, his dantian pulsed, and his mind cleared.
Slowly, he stood, eyes wide as a shimmering portal appeared before him—a swirling vortex of silver and gold.
Without hesitation, he stepped through.
Wuxing emerged into a world unlike any he had seen. The Portable Clan Realm stretched before him, a boundless land of verdant valleys, towering peaks, and crystal-clear rivers brimming with spirit energy. The sky above was perpetually dusk, painted with hues of gold and violet, and in the air danced motes of light—pure essence ready to be absorbed.
[Current Realm Level: 1]
[Upgrade Conditions: Expand Clan / Complete Missions / Cultivate Unity]
In the distance, seven mountains stood proud, each distinct—some cloaked in fog, others ablaze with eternal flame. But one stood above all—a colossal peak, its summit wreathed in storm clouds and celestial light. A stone path led directly to its gates, and carved above them was a single word in ancient script: Patriarch.
He approached, awe giving way to determination. This was his seat of power, granted by the System, destined for him alone.
[First Reward Claimed: Guardian Beast Summoning Initiated...]
A rumble shook the sky. Thunder boomed as a creature descended—a celestial tiger, fur streaked with gold, eyes glowing with wisdom and power. It bowed before Wuxing, its presence suffused with loyalty.
[Guardian Beast: Xuanhu — Loyalty: 100% — Realm: One Major Above Host.]
Wuxing placed a hand on its head. "From this day, we rise together."
As he explored the peak, he found ancient halls, training grounds, medicine fields, and pill furnaces—all dormant but ready. With a thought, they came alive, spiritual arrays igniting, runes pulsing in response to his presence.
[Mission: Summon Surviving Clan Members.]
[Reward: Defensive Array Tier 1 / Resource Vaults Activated.]
He hesitated, then nodded.
In the farthest corners of the world, the survivors of the Wen Clan, scattered and hiding, were engulfed in light and vanished—only to awaken within the realm, their wounds healed, their bodies rejuvenated. Before them stood Wen Wuxing, radiant and powerful.
"You are not alone," he said, his voice thunderous. "This realm is ours. Our enemies thought us defeated. They were wrong."
They knelt, tears of joy and relief flowing freely.
"Patriarch Wen Wuxing!"
[Clan Task Initiated: Control Kingdom — Defeat Enemies — Build Legacy.]
[Portable Realm Expansion Available.]
The System continued to feed him knowledge, tools, and tasks—but one stood out.
[Veil of Shadows Pavilion — Established.]
Purpose: Intelligence / Deduction / Secrets — All Operatives 100% Loyal.]
In a hidden glade, the Veil of Shadows Pavilion emerged—mysterious, detached, but sworn to the Wen Clan's service. Its agents moved unseen, gathering secrets, selling information, and sowing chaos among enemies. All under Wuxing's silent command.
As night fell, Wen Wuxing stood atop his peak, gazing across his realm. The air pulsed with power, the future stretched infinite.
He had been broken.
He had risen.
And now, the world would kneel.