Ascension, Blood, and the Dawn of a Sect
The Million-Time Breakthrough
Seated cross-legged in the heart of a secluded cultivation chamber, Yang Yu took a deep breath. The room, carved from ancient blackstone, pulsed with dormant energy veins, remnants of a forgotten civilization. Before him lay a small, unassuming jade pill—an Essence Condensation Pill, something a normal cultivator would use to slowly refine their foundation over months.
For him, it was different.
[System Prompt: Universal Multiplier Applied – 1,000,000x]
Yang Yu swallowed the pill.
A normal cultivator would have felt a gentle warmth, a slow trickle of energy nourishing their dantian. But the moment the pill dissolved on his tongue, his body exploded with power.
It was as if he had swallowed an ocean of pure Qi.
His meridians burned, expanding as waves of energy rushed through them. His dantian, originally the size of a small pond, became a vast sea in an instant. His cultivation base, at the Body Refinement 5th Stage, surged forward uncontrollably.
6th Stage... 7th... 8th... 9th... 10th!
Foundation Establishment!
His breathing grew ragged as his bones refined themselves, each cell within his body strengthening by a million times. His tendons vibrated with newfound strength, his skin gleamed with spiritual light, and his spiritual sense expanded beyond human limits.
[Breakthrough Complete: Foundation Establishment Perfection Stage]
He had ascended past the mortal limits in mere seconds.
But he wasn't done.
Yang Yu reached into his spatial ring and retrieved a single mid-grade spirit stone. To an ordinary cultivator, this would provide a small boost to their Qi reserves. To him? It was a mountain's worth of energy.
[Resource Absorption Multiplier Applied – 1,000,000x]
The spirit stone cracked, and then—
BOOM!
The chamber shook as a vortex of pure Qi roared into existence. Yang Yu's body drank in the energy, compressing it into his dantian, refining it into something beyond mortal Qi.
Golden Core Stage!
He opened his eyes, exhaling a breath of golden mist. He clenched his fists and felt the air tremble around him.
'This… this is just the beginning.'
Yet, an insatiable hunger for power stirred within him. He retrieved another spirit stone, then another. Each one exploded into raw energy as his body devoured the spiritual essence.
Nascent Soul Stage!
Lightning crackled in the chamber. His very presence warped the air, distorting reality itself. The room barely contained his ever-expanding aura. He pressed forward, seeking even greater heights, but a sudden pulse of resistance halted him.
[Warning: Cultivation Reaching Unstable Levels! Balance Required!]
Yang Yu exhaled sharply. Even with the system, advancing too recklessly had its limits. He smirked, content with the sheer absurdity of his growth.
He stood up, stretching his limbs, feeling power course through his veins. The room had been completely transformed, the energy thick and intoxicating. He took a moment to steady his breathing before stepping toward the exit.
A Battle Against Fate
Power invited envy, and Yang Yu's breakthrough did not go unnoticed.
Outside his chamber, a group of figures clad in dark robes lurked in the shadows. Their leader, a scarred man with an aura of death, whispered, "The monster's awake. Kill him before he becomes unstoppable."
They moved in, silent as death.
Yang Yu, still seated, smirked.
"Foolish."
[Combat Experience Multiplier Applied – 1,000,000x]
As the assassins lunged, time seemed to slow for him. He saw everything—the twitch of their muscles, the gleam of their hidden blades, the flow of Qi in their attacks.
He didn't move. He didn't need to.
One punch.
The first assassin disintegrated, reduced to dust before he even realized he was dead.
One palm strike.
The second exploded backward, slamming into the wall with enough force to shatter stone.
Their leader, trembling, tried to flee.
Yang Yu lifted a finger. "Stay."
A million strands of Qi erupted from his body, forming an invisible net. The leader found himself frozen, suspended in midair.
His voice cracked. "W-Who… what are you?!"
Yang Yu stepped forward. "I am the one who decides who lives… and who dies."
With a flick of his hand, the assassin's body imploded into a mist of blood.
The chamber fell silent.
Yang Yu sighed. "A peaceful life is impossible, isn't it?"
He stepped out into the night, the wind whipping against his robes. The city below was alive with lights and movement, oblivious to the battle that had just transpired. He knew more enemies would come.
And he would be ready.
The Birth of a Sect
With power came responsibility.
Yang Yu knew that as long as he remained alone, attacks like these would never stop. He needed influence, a force of his own—a sanctuary where those worthy could cultivate under his protection.
He needed a sect.
Standing atop a mountain peak, he gazed over the endless lands of the Tianxuan Continent. Below him, a valley untouched by war and greed sprawled out, filled with rich spiritual energy.
"This will do."
[System Prompt: Resource Multiplier Applied – 1,000,000x]
The once-ordinary valley trembled as its energy surged. The air thickened with pure Qi, the soil pulsed with vitality, and ancient veins of spiritual energy awakened. A land that would have taken millennia to form into a cultivation holy ground had been created in an instant.
Yang Yu turned to the handful of people who had begun following him—orphans, wandering cultivators, those abandoned by the world.
"You have been cast aside," he said. "But strength is not determined by birth."
He raised his hand, and a monument of black jade erupted from the earth, engraved with golden script: Void Horizon Sect.
His gaze hardened.
"This world has tried to kill me. Now… I will rewrite the heavens."
The people at his side kneeled. "Sect Master!"
And thus, the legend began.
Yang Yu looked toward the distant horizon, where powerful factions reigned supreme. He knew his journey was just beginning. The world had yet to witness the rise of Void Horizon Sect.
As dawn broke over the valley, Yang Yu turned back toward his disciples, determination in his eyes.
"Train well. The heavens will soon tremble."
(To be continued…)