Countless dawns had passed, each indistinguishable from the last.
Chen Xia sat motionless, his stillness so profound that if not for the subtle fluctuations of Spiritual Energy around him, one might have thought he had passed away in meditation.
The Cloud-top Sword Sect's disciples were dwindling. Elders had departed or perished, leaving the sect nearly devoid of life.
The most active presence was now the old man sweeping at the entrance. Too weak to venture out, he remained at his post, sweeping day after day.
This old man paid no heed to sect affairs. Even when rival sects came to challenge, he simply continued his sweeping.
Thus, the Cloud-top Sword Sect existed now in name only.
Other sects no longer bothered to attack, as the Crimson Saint's selection had begun.
Now that this small celestial body had become the Crimson Saint's territory, a leading sect needed to be chosen as the Crimson Saint's representative.
Every sect was preparing, hoping to gain the Crimson Saint's favor and ascend beyond their status as mere cultivators of this small star.
This opportunity far outweighed any benefit from conquering the Cloud-top Sword Sect, so attention had shifted away from them.
Seasons passed, and an interminable winter set in.
Even the old doorkeeper of the Cloud-top Sword Sect had departed, dying of old age at his post. No one was left to bury him, for the sect was truly empty now.
The only remaining presence was Chen Xia, seated at the edge of the cliff.
Over the past century, the elders had seemingly come to terms with the situation and left one by one, granting Chen Xia the solitude he desired.
The Cloud-top Sword Sect had ceased to exist, a harsh reality of the cultivation world.
The once-bustling mountain peak had become desolate, its buildings dilapidated and overgrown.
Occasionally, mortals from the foot of the mountain would brave the treacherous climb, seeking to become disciples and learn the ways of immortal cultivation.
But no immortals remained, leaving only crumbling structures to greet them.
The fortunate few who found Chen Xia would be gently transported back down the mountain, sparing them the arduous descent.
This was one of the few kindnesses Chen Xia still performed.
Notably, the sect still had its guardian spirit dog — the Big Black Dog!
The Big Black Dog had embarked on the path of cultivation, possessing some innate talent and further enhanced by spiritual medicines from Chen Xia. It was now on the verge of forming its golden core and assuming human form.
But with the sect's cultivation resources depleted, even the dog had to leave. Before departing, it came to bid farewell to Chen Xia, its eyes brimming with tears.
"Benefactor, I must take my leave. Who knows when we shall meet again? If I achieve greatness in the future, I shall surely repay your kindness!"
Chen Xia didn't respond immediately, staring blankly at the Big Black Dog. He couldn't help but notice how the current state of the Cloud-top Sword Sect increasingly resembled his memories of the Azure Sky Sword Sea.
After a long pause, he waved his hand and said, "No need for repayment, nor to remember me. It's best if you forget me entirely."
These minor cultivators shouldn't become too entangled with him.
Three million years of experience had taught Chen Xia that avoiding karmic ties was the best path for cultivation.
The Big Black Dog said nothing more, kowtowed three times, and descended the mountain.
From then on, the Cloud-top Sword Sect truly became a desolate place, with not a sound to be heard for months on end.
While the Cloud-top Sword Sect fell silent, the small celestial body bustled with activity.
Sects competed fiercely for leadership, vying not only in combat prowess but also in the number of prodigies, quality of magical treasures, and proficiency in alchemy and formations.
The competition raged on, but the Crimson Saint's envoy was unimpressed. These sects seemed far too weak; their strongest cultivators hadn't even touched the threshold of the Sea Inversing Realm. Their so-called prodigies were laughable — an Nascent Soul realm "genius" who couldn't even defeat opponents from higher realms.
And this was just an Nascent Soul Early Stage failing to overcome a weak Nascent Soul Middle Stage opponent.
Such standards might suffice for prodigies on this backwater star, but they'd be thoroughly outclassed in any place of real significance.
Their supposed "heritage" was even more ridiculous, treating low-grade spiritual herbs as treasures.
Well, sects founded mere thousands of years ago could hardly be expected to have much of a legacy.
The Crimson Saint's envoy shook his head slightly, resigned to choosing the tallest among dwarves, settling for whoever might be marginally useful.
This was his initial plan, but circumstances were about to change.
New cultivators descended upon the small celestial body, their arrivals marked by arrogance. One addressed the Crimson Saint's envoy directly:
"This place has been claimed by the Li Family as a border star. You're from the Crimson Saint's faction, aren't you? Withdraw at once."
The Crimson Saint's envoy's gaze sharpened as he retorted, "By rights, this territory should be under the Crimson Saint's jurisdiction. Your Li Family is still millions of miles away. How dare you claim this place?"
The Li Family cultivator laughed casually, "A few million miles is merely the distance of a few stars. It's not much for the Li Family to expand a bit. After all, we have two Saintly patriarchs, while you only have the Crimson Saint."
The envoy's expression darkened, recognizing the ill intent behind these words. Yet he found himself at a loss for a rebuttal.
Had it been any other Saint's faction, he could have countered with mockery. But not the Li Family — they boasted two Saints!
Ten thousand years ago, Li Yang had ascended to Sainthood. Then, three thousand years past, Li Yue, cultivating for less than ten thousand years, also attained Sainthood. She was hailed as the most talented cultivator of the era, surpassing even Li Yang's former glory.
This created the unprecedented situation of the Li Family having two Saints, elevating them to the pinnacle of power in the star region.
After all, these two Saints shared the same surname.
While the two great Saints of the Emperor Capital and Qiu Li might go their separate ways, the Li Family's twin Saints stood united.
Under their leadership, the Li Family had expanded relentlessly over the past three millennia, claiming the largest territory in the star region. They now bordered both the Emperor Capital's domain and the Crimson Feather Territory. And today, it seemed they intended to push even further!
The Crimson Saint's envoy gritted his teeth, unsure how to respond but unwilling to back down.
At that moment...
The distant mountain range trembled.
Faint, scattered sword intent began to ripple through the air.
On the cliff's edge, a figure who had sat motionless for centuries finally stood. At last, he had come to a decision.
And so, on this day...
He would reclaim the path of the sword.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"