The Great Shift of Destiny: Night Raid on T1's Fate

Time passed, and night fell.

The wind howled through the darkness.

"Whoooooosh—"

The young mistress was fast asleep.

Qin Luo carefully tucked the blankets around Su Muwan, ensuring she slept soundly. Only then did he silently turn away.

With a flicker of movement, his figure vanished, reappearing as a shadowy silhouette atop the roof outside. The ink-black night swallowed him whole.

He stood motionless, like a specter born of the darkness.

After a moment, Qin Luo slowly raised a hand to his face.

In an instant—

Whoosh!

Eerie black flames erupted from nowhere, crawling and spreading along his fingertips. In the blink of an eye, his once-gentle features were consumed by a swirling void, his face now a terrifying vortex of darkness, his features hidden beneath the raging inferno.

His black trench coat was likewise engulfed by the sinister flames, the dark fire licking at its edges and sleeves, dancing wildly in the night.

The wind grew fiercer, howling against the flames, yet Qin Luo remained unmoved. The aura radiating from him infused the cold night with an even deeper sense of dread.

"Ha..."

Qin Luo exhaled a wisp of black mist, tilting his head toward the sky. His voice, layered with multiple tones, murmured, "Night has finally come..."

The power of shadows could only be fully unleashed under the cover of darkness.

The plan was nearly ready.

Time to begin...

Plan B.

Also known as—

The [Destiny Transfer] Plan!

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Ling Xiao Sect.

Inside a cultivation chamber.

A man sat cross-legged at the center, deep in meditation. His posture was upright, his moon-white robes accentuating his noble bearing.

Hum!

As spiritual energy surged around him, the man's closed eyelids trembled.

But the next moment—

Snap!

The energy shattered.

"Cough!"

The man spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes snapping open in frustration. "Damn it... Another failure..."

His name was Ling Yu, the personal disciple of the Ling Xiao Sect's sect master and the senior brother among all disciples. His cultivation had reached the peak of the Domain Realm, just one step away from breaking through to the Spirit Origin Realm.

But alas...

"Tch."

Ling Yu clenched his fists. "Failed again..."

Could it be... that what Xiao Fei had said was true?

[Senior Brother, talent isn’t something you can bridge just through effort.]

[Just watch, Senior Brother. I’ll be the first disciple in Ling Xiao Sect to reach the Spirit Origin Realm.]

[And then the True Spirit Realm! The Sovereign Realm! And beyond that—the Supreme Realm! I’ll become the strongest man in the world!]

Ling Yu still remembered the scene when he had first guided his newly enrolled junior brother through the sect’s rules. Back then, Xiao Fei had been so young and brash, lazily flipping through a book by the door, his face alight with confidence as he stretched a hand toward the sky.

At the time, Ling Yu had thought his Initiation Realm junior was just overly confident.

But later, he realized his mistake.

First place in the Cave Competition. First in the Sect Trials. First in the Grand Sect Tournament. Turning the tide in the Sect War...

Countless opportunities piled up, propelling Xiao Fei to become the first disciple in Ling Xiao Sect to break through to the Spirit Origin Realm—and eventually, even to the Sovereign Realm!

He had elevated Ling Xiao Sect to heights it was never meant to reach.

That day, when Ling Yu watched Xiao Fei standing high above, single-handedly holding off an army of enemies, he understood one thing:

True geniuses existed in this world.

But then...

After the apocalyptic war, the Sovereign fell.

The Frostfiend Demons claimed victory.

And Ling Xiao Sect, now exposed to the world, plummeted back into obscurity.

Worst of all...

Ling Yu stared bitterly at his scarred fists.

His talent... really was limited to the Domain Realm, wasn’t it?

Just as the thought crossed his mind—

A sudden, overwhelming sense of dread seized his heart like a tidal wave.

His eyes flew open, sharp gaze shattering the chamber’s tranquility. At the same time, the candles in the room flickered violently, as if caught in a gale, nearly extinguishing.

Who’s there?!

Ling Yu leapt to his feet, sword already drawn as he scanned the room warily.

The next instant—

Whoosh!

Qin Luo’s figure materialized like a ghost in the darkest corner of the chamber.

In that moment, the flames turned black, plunging the room into an eerie, oppressive gloom.

Ling Yu’s pulse spiked as he whirled toward the corner, an inexplicable unease rising in his chest.

There, wreathed in black fire that devoured all light, stood a figure whose face was nothing but a swirling void of darkness—a vortex so deep it seemed to pull at the very soul.

His black trench coat billowed, every flicker of flame exuding a bone-chilling aura. The temperature plummeted, the cold seeping into Ling Yu’s bones like knives.

Qin Luo’s hollow gaze locked onto Ling Yu as a layered, distorted voice echoed through the room:

"Ling Yu."

!!

He knows my name?!

Human?

Monster?

No time to think.

Ling Yu reacted instantly, his body moving like lightning as he lunged forward.

Every instinct screamed at him—this thing was dangerous.

He had to go all out!

His spiritual sword, wreathed in surging energy, shot straight toward Qin Luo with pinpoint precision. The blade’s glow flared, shredding the frigid air in its path.

At the same time, Ling Yu chanted an incantation, activating the sword’s embedded spell:

"Stars converge, blade shines bright,

Spirit’s gate, purge the blight!!!"

BOOM!

As the words left his lips, the sword split into multiple spectral blades, attacking from all angles to seal off any escape.

For a moment, the chamber was a storm of intersecting lights, dazzling and deadly.

Under Ling Yu’s precise control, the blades homed in relentlessly on Qin Luo.

Smoke billowed, and Ling Yu seized the opening. With a roar—

"Now!"

He gripped the sword with both hands, pouring half his remaining energy into a single, devastating thrust aimed straight at the heart of the smoke—where Qin Luo stood!

The enemy hadn’t even dodged. He must have been too slow to react!

This combo was a technique Ling Yu had honed over hundreds of thousands of repetitions!

Even if it didn’t kill, it would at least cripple the foe. At the very least, he could buy time until the elders arrived!

How about that?!

Ling Yu’s blade pierced deep into the figure’s torso, his grip iron-tight as the smoke began to clear. The tension in his chest eased.

"Got y—"

His voice died in his throat.

Ling Yu froze.

His sword had run clean through the figure’s body—yet there was no blood.

Instead, the wound burned with thick, writhing black mist, tendrils of which slithered up the blade like living things, coiling toward Ling Yu’s arm.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

"How...?!"

His full-power strike had passed through like the man wasn’t even there. Was this thing not even solid?!

He tried to yank the sword back—but it was stuck fast, as if held by an unshakable force.

In that instant, a viscous black mist coiled up the sword hilt and wrapped around his arm.

Qin Luo remained standing silently, his hollow, burning face showing no trace of emotion as his voice—a haunting blend of multiple tones—echoed once more: "This strike is indeed worthy of T1."

"Too bad... I can phase through it."

[Shadow Phasing: At sunset, you may actively phase your body, becoming untouchable to all.]

T1??

Phasing??

What is he talking about?

Ling Yu's eye twitched violently, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He desperately channeled his spiritual energy, trying to break free from this eerie restraint, shouting, "What the hell are you?!"

But the only response was Qin Luo's bone-chilling silence.

Qin Luo opened his palm and, under Ling Yu's horrified gaze, slowly pressed it against his face.

A dense black mist crawled over Ling Yu's features.

"GAAAAAH—!!!"

Excruciating pain erupted. Ling Yu's pupils contracted sharply.

In these final moments, an inexplicable image of his junior brother flashed through his mind.

Xiao Fei...

If only you were still here...

The Ling Xiao Sect... is in grave danger!!!