At the edge of the city, where the wind carried a refreshingly distinctive scent, there was a residence that stood out from the rest. It was the home of the Ironfist family, a grand mansion that stood proudly, defying both time and weather with its walls built from unique boulders. Each stone was intricately carved with symbols that narrated the family's storied history—emblems of the strength and resilience that had coursed through their bloodline for generations.Inside this imposing house, in a spacious room filled with meticulously selected furniture and walls adorned with paintings of ancestral figures, Lorrick Ironfist, the young master of the family, was deep in contemplation. "My technique stops here," he whispered to himself. Despite his many attempts, he had yet to advance to the next realm of martial arts.The room was softly illuminated by the glow of scented candles, aiding Lorrick's meditation. With his eyes closed and his brow furrowed, he seemed to be grappling with a
The wind rustled gently in the waning twilight, sending a chill that seeped deep into the bones. On the dusty streets, a woman limped along, her body marred with cuts and bruises. The sun set slowly, painting the sky in hues of orange and red, yet the woman had no time to admire its fading beauty.She was a disciple of the Treading Sun Sect, having narrowly escaped the turmoil that had erupted at her training grounds. "I need to get to the Stromwind family's house," she whispered to herself. Her sole objective was clear: to seek the Stromwind family's aid in saving her beleaguered sect, now teetering on the brink of collapse.But misfortune is not bound by time. Already injured, the woman soon faced a new threat. Her faltering steps halted as she encountered two bald, muscular men blocking her path. Recognizing that the scarred girl was a stranger in these parts, they saw an opportunity to exploit her vulnerability.They approached her with predatory smirks, eyes gleaming with opportu
That morning, in the tranquil pre-dawn silence yet to be disturbed by the sun's first light, Lucas awoke. As the dim light of dawn began to filter in, he meticulously straightened his traveling clothes, inspecting every seam and fold with careful attention.His gaze then fell on the black dagger, an extraordinary weapon he had acquired on his journey to the village. It was more than just a tool; it was a symbol of the perilous path he had chosen.Ame was the name of the girl who had sought his help. She waited outside, her presence a silent testament to the urgency of her mission. The fate of her sect hinged on the assistance Lucas could provide."The sun will soon rise," Ame whispered, her voice tinged with reluctance but underscored by necessity. "We must depart now to reach the village near the Sun Treading Sect before nightfall."Lucas nodded in agreement, his resolve firm."Is there anything else you need to bring?" Lucas asked, and Ame shook her head in response.Lucas himself w
The afternoon sky cast a warm glow over the path Lucas and Ame traveled, their elongated shadows stretching across the ground. After an arduous journey, they had finally reached the Sun Treading Sect, a modest-sized institution safeguarded by the family of Lucas's father-in-law. Nestled behind verdant trees, this sect was distinguished by its exclusively female discipleship.Lucas, with his robust stature and serene demeanor, entered the compound. His appearance, as the sole man amidst a throng of female students, instantly sparked a flurry of surprise. Whispers and intrigued glances trailed his every move, marking him as an enigma in this unfamiliar territory."Eh? A man?"Some disciples harbored apprehension, having recently faced troublesome encounters with men, notably from the aggressive Third Leg Sect.However, the arrival of Ame alongside Lucas swiftly dispelled their wariness. Ame, recognized as one of the sect member accompanied Lucas, signaling his benign intentions.The mur
In the shroud of a dark and mysterious night, Lucas sat silently, concealed among the towering branches of an ancient tree. He remained motionless, his trained eyes intently surveying the scene below with extraordinary focus. Earlier, Lucas had outpaced his target, tadoi, and inadvertently discovered this secluded location.Below him, the area was bathed in a hushed stillness, occasionally disrupted by subtle movements inside a tent positioned not far from his perch. The dim glow from torches flickering around the tent served as beacons, revealing the presence of the Third Leg Sect's headquarters—or possibly one of its nearby camps. Regardless, their presence here indicated they were on a mission.Lucas exhaled softly, the cold night air filling his lungs. "They seem to have bigger plans," he murmured, pondering the implications of a remote sect establishing a camp in the vicinity of another. As he watched, his gaze sharp and calculating, he noted the guards' movements. They patrolled
That night, the breeze whispered softly, piercing the thick silence of the wilderness. Behind a dark curtain, a secret lurked: the headquarters of the Third Leg Sect. The name was odd, yet its peculiarity paled in comparison to the malevolent aura that enveloped the souls of its adherents.Inside a dimly lit chamber, Goba, the sect leader, appeared tense and irate. His sharp eyes glinted off the glass, mirroring the tempest of fury within him. Clutched in his hand was a letter, the contents of which had ignited his volatile emotions."Four days... four days without a word!" he barked, his voice rough with fury. "And now, you bring news of their demise?"In the room's shadowy corner, several figures garbed in black stood rigidly, their heads bowed, avoiding direct eye contact with their formidable leader. Among them, a particularly seasoned member mustered the courage to step forward."Master, the outcome was unforeseen. We faced an unexpectedly formidable adversary," he said, his voic
That morning, as dawn hesitated in its arrival, the sunlight softly danced on the eastern horizon, and the usually tranquil village was jolted awake. The silence was shattered by the pounding of heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoing between the stone walls and thatched roofs. Anxious and curious, the villagers peered from behind windows and doors, their eyes fixated on the approaching entourage.It was no ordinary troop. Leading the line with a piercing gaze and an air of intimidation was Goba, the infamous leader of the Third Leg Sect. His followers, emanating a sense of ruthlessness, shouted, "Clear the way or face the consequences!" Promptly, everyone made room for them.This wasn't their first display of dominance; they had been causing disturbances in nearby villages and were now nearing the village closest to the Sun Treading Sect's stronghold.They were merely an hour away from their destination.Goba, with his black coat billowing behind him, marched with an air of command, his ey
Goba's steps staggered on the dusty road to the Third Leg Sect headquarters, his body resembling a war-torn canvas, covered in scars and dried blood. Each step felt like a struggle against heavy chains, his breathing ragged, as if fighting a strong wind."Shit! Damn Klucas!" he cursed.Never in his worst nightmares had Goba imagined being defeated by Lucas, the despised son-in-law of the Stromwind family, known as the family's scum. This defeat was a deep personal affront, especially since Lucas had once led Goba astray. As the sect leader, his pride was utterly shattered."This can't be..." Goba muttered, refusing to accept reality, his mind replaying the recent battle.For him, as the leader of the Third Leg Sect, this defeat was more than a physical wound; it was a deep blow to his pride and dignity.Arriving at the familiar large gate of the headquarters, Goba let out a long sigh. In front of the gate, a figure appeared to be waiting. A sense of foreboding washed over Goba, his ha
In the vast expanse of the world, civilization had reached new heights. It was a time of prosperity and growth, but it was also a time of great conflict. Two powerful factions of cultivators had arisen, each claiming dominion over the land and its inhabitants. And so, the stage was set for an epic battle that would determine the course of history.The armies clashed with a fury unmatched by any before them. A hundred thousand souls lay scattered across the battlefield, their lives extinguished in an instant. Limbs were severed, heads rolled, and bodies were crushed beneath the weight of steel and magic. The air was filled with the screams of the dying and the cries of the victorious.And yet, amidst all the chaos and destruction, there stood a lone tree upon a hill. Its branches stretched out like arms reaching for the heavens, and atop those branches sat a man named Lucas and his seven followers, along with their seven wives. They watched the carnage unfold below them, their faces im
The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows on the parched ground. Lucas stood alone amidst the solitude, surrounded by his loyal followers. His eyes gazed at the horizon, taking in the sight of the toxic land that would soon become their new home.The place was vast, but devoid of any living creature except for the oddly glowing shrubs. The vegetation seemed alive yet strangely eerie.With a flick of his wrist, he summoned lightning, watching as it curved through the air before striking the peak of a distant mountain. The impact shook the earth beneath them, kicking up clouds of dust."That will do," he said, turning around to face his companions. Among them were seven beautiful women, each possessing extraordinary strength and power. They were all semi-goddess wives of Lucas. Beautiful, sexy women.Luna, one of Lucas' many wives, stepped forward from the group. Her mesmerizing eyes sparkled with mischief when she spoke. "Are you sure about this, my love? This place is filled w
The sun had set several hours ago, and now the moon hung high in the sky, casting its pale light over the vast expanse of land belonging to the Crimson Jade clan. Inside their ancestral home, deep within one of the rooms of their youngest member, Coil, is where Lucas found himself, having been invited by Coil for a highly tempting offer. As they sit facing each other, Lucas didn't waste any time getting to the point. "Coil," he began softly, "I understand that your family's house holds many treasures. I'm curious - is there anything specific you seek?" It seemed like Lucas was ready to start his plan now. His goal clear, he wanted to revive the Heavenly Demon associated with the Crimson Jade clan and then kill it later on. Initially, Coil appeared surprised by Lucas' bold question. But after some time, he leaned back into his chair and took a deep breath. "Yes, there are indeed valuable items hidden behind these walls," he admitted. "However, I must stress that those things do not b
At night, he descended to the Crimson Jade residence, where a tense atmosphere filled the air. Lucas was in Coil's room.Lucas had a plan on his mind; his gaze seemed to see through everything around him. This young man clearly felt something there."Coil," said Lucas and suddenly stopped mid-sentence. He became wary when he sensed an unpleasant presence lurking nearby."Coil," Lucas spoke seriously, "there is an impostor approaching us."Clearly startled, Coil didn't sense anything amiss. However, the youngest son of the Crimson Jade family immediately believed Lucas. Coil remembered how Lucas fought and defeated Night Swift beforehand. That was an epic battle that Coil himself doubted could have been achieved by any ordinary human being."Lucas, can you defeat them?" asked Coil nervously.Despite her arrogance, she wanted to know if Lucas would dare face off against them. If not, Coil already prepared to escape with their teleportation artifact."It will be easy," whispered Lucas.N
Coil had been away from the Crimson Jade compound for many days, seeking adventure and fortune as a cultivator Now, he finally returned, bringing along his trusted companion, Lucas.Yes, Coil trusted Lucas because he believed that he could utilize Lucas for his purposes. However, what Coil did not realize was that Lucas seemed to have his own agenda in mind.Indeed, how could Lucas ever forgive such an evil man? Certainly, lucas would plan a fitting and poetic revenge against the Crimson Jade family. As they approached the imposing gates of the family estate, Coil couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation.This man knew that if his family discovered that he had a powerful ally like Lucas, his father, being the patriarch of the Crimson Jade family, would undoubtedly commend him. Consequently, the competition to become the next family heir would likely shift in Coil's favor.However, these hopes were nothing more than mere speculation on Coil's part, as something enti
The village sky was aglow with golden rays that morning, casting a serene light on the path where confident steps moved with purpose. In front of a quaint house, a man with shoulder-length white hair, which shimmered like spun silver in the sunlight, gently knocked on the door. His appearance, marked by the ethereal glow of his hair, endowed him with an aura of mystery.Inside, the sound of footsteps grew closer until the door swung open, revealing a puzzled Aline. Her face, marked by confusion yet strikingly beautiful, mirrored the surprise and curiosity at the sight before her. Her eyes, wide and inquisitive, scanned the figure on her doorstep."Who are you, and what brings you here?" Aline inquired, her voice laced with caution yet striving for politeness.In this unexpected moment, Aline's surprise was natural; she did not recognize Lucas, who stood before her, his presence in her timeline unforeseen. Yet, there was a slight smile on Lucas's face, a hint of warmth in his demeanor
Lightning thundered across the sky, illuminating Moncik's face with blinding white light. Around him, the earth trembled and burst open, with flames engulfing Tikus Biru, his subordinate, who desperately tried to evade the onslaught."Argh!" Blue Rat screamed, his body aflame. Nearby, White Rat, the female assassin, faced similar agony.This scene was a one-sided massacre, making Lucas's claim of godhood seem justified. The display of Lucas's power was truly fearsome.Moncik dodged frantically, as if his life depended on it, trying to escape the lightning that Lucas seemed to command at will."Ah, Hell Rat, Hell Rat assassins, you really are like rats. Why don't you just scurry back into your holes?" Lucas taunted.This spectacle gave Lucas a perverse thrill, realizing how easily he could manipulate the villains who had once caused him so much trouble.It was akin to a dragon toying with a group of slow-moving rabbits; their survival hinged solely on Lucas's mercy to not end their liv
Lucas stepped into the White Swan Pavilion with a confident stride, determined to resolve the lingering threats that loomed over them. His urgency stemmed from a stark realization: the world had teetered on the brink of destruction twice before, and Lucas, having failed to protect it on both occasions, was adamant about preventing a third catastrophe.As Lucas surveyed his surroundings, his heightened consciousness allowed him to perceive beyond the ordinary; he could even see through walls, searching for his quarry. In a private room, he found Lorrick of the Ironfist family, indulging in luxury, surrounded by opulent beverages and entertainers. Lucas paused momentarily outside, observing Lorrick with a faint smile."Lorrick, you will face your end once more," Lucas murmured softly, his movement swift and silent as the breeze. His mastery in cultivation had elevated him beyond mortal confines, enabling him to effortlessly approach the private room's entrance.Without a moment's delay,
The sky was still dark when Lucas stood outside, his breath visible in the chilly morning air. He had just been forcibly ejected, the loud bang of Luna's gate closing behind him still echoing in his ears, a consequence of last night's debacle.This felt like déjà vu, yet Lucas was acutely aware that he had successfully re-entered the flow of time, seizing the opportunity to start anew.Suddenly, Lucas's expression shifted from calm to one of realization as he noticed a profound change within himself. His normally jet-black hair had transformed, now turning white with the tips glowing a faint gray—a clear indication that he had achieved something remarkable: he had traveled back in time."I'm back..." he whispered to himself, his gaze fixed on the gate that had just spurned him.Determined, Lucas approached and knocked on the gate gently yet firmly. "Open up, it's me, Lucas," he announced, adopting a different strategy this time.Lucas was resolved; his plan was to eliminate any threat