The Awakening of the First Disciple

Zhang Yong stood at the precipice of the cliff, gazing down at the valley below, where the battle had just finished. Blood stained the ground in a vicious reminder of the brutality he'd unleashed. His enemies, now lifeless, were sprawled across the field, their faces twisted in the agony of their final moments. His expression remained cold, his mind focused on his next move.

The system's notification flashed across his mind as he stood motionless. It had become a familiar presence, one that was more like a guiding force than an intrusive system now.

System Notification: "New Disciple Acquired: Yin Sha, the Destroyer of Souls. Reward: +1000 System Points."

Zhang Yong's lips curled into a faint smirk. Another disciple, another step closer to fulfilling his destiny. But this was not a random acquisition. Yin Sha, the Destroyer of Souls, had been a powerful individual, one who stood at the edge of his potential when they first met.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the stone wall, his mind drifting into a memory—a flashback.

The world was different back then. It was the early days of Zhang Yong's rise. He had not yet attained the absolute power he wielded today, but even in his infancy, he radiated an aura of superiority. The remnants of the fifth world war had just settled, and spiritual energy was leaking from the cracks of the earth, unstable and dangerous. It was in this volatile environment that he had met Yin Sha.

Zhang Yong had wandered the wreckage of a nearby city, searching for survivors, enemies, or anyone who could give him a challenge. The streets were filled with ruin, but his eyes were focused on a single figure at the far end. A woman—clad in tattered armor, bloodied but unbowed—stood with her back to him, gripping a weapon forged in the flames of war.

Yin Sha was not just any warrior. She was the last of her bloodline, the only one left after a massacre that had wiped out her entire clan. Her anger, her fury, and her burning desire for vengeance resonated deeply with Zhang Yong. This woman would either fall or rise—there was no middle ground. He could feel the energy within her, untapped and raw, waiting to be forged into something greater.

"You're quite the sight for sore eyes," Zhang Yong had said, stepping forward with an air of nonchalance.

Yin Sha turned, her eyes sharp like daggers. She didn't speak, but the hatred in her gaze was enough to tell Zhang Yong that she had suffered. She had been the sword of her people, the one they relied on, and now she was alone, seeking a purpose in the midst of this broken world.

She lunged at him with a speed that surprised even Zhang Yong. A single strike aimed at his heart. But before her sword could touch him, he raised his hand, effortlessly blocking her strike with the sheer power of his presence.

"You fight well, but you're lost," Zhang Yong said. "I can offer you something that no one else can—power, strength, vengeance. Join me, and I'll help you destroy those who wronged you."

For a long moment, Yin Sha said nothing. Her eyes searched his face, trying to understand whether his offer was real or just another cruel joke. But in that instant, something clicked. The rage in her heart, the loss she had endured, all of it was matched by the fire she saw in Zhang Yong's eyes.

She nodded, just a slight movement of her head, a silent acceptance of the offer. "I will follow you," she whispered.

From that moment on, Yin Sha became his disciple, his first, but far from the last.

Zhang Yong shook his head, breaking free from the memory. He stepped forward, surveying the battlefield once again. Yin Sha had been by his side ever since, growing stronger with each passing day. With her power, she had shattered entire cities, her rage turning into a tool that only served Zhang Yong's goals.

The notification still lingered in his mind, reminding him of how far his influence had spread. More were coming. More would follow. But this was just the beginning.

His next move was already forming in his mind, his Absolute Krishna Domain beginning to hum with potential. With each new disciple, his power would increase, and with each battle, he would get closer to his goal of domination.

System Notification: "Your Absolute Krishna Domain has evolved! You now possess the ability to manipulate time within your domain. +500 System Points."

Zhang Yong closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of this new ability. Time manipulation. A force like this would allow him to bend reality to his will. He could destroy entire armies in an instant or create worlds within his domain, all while his enemies were helpless.

With his new power, his domination would know no bounds. And soon, no one in this world—or any other—would be able to stand against him.

The winds shifted, and Zhang Yong's focus snapped back to the present. His disciples were gathering around him, waiting for their next orders. The time for contemplation was over. The world would burn in the flames of his wrath, and the legacy of the human race would be rebuilt—by his hand.

The fight was far from over. In fact, it had only just begun.