Chapter 28: The Foundation of Madness
---
Chapter 28: The Foundation of Madness
The ritual chamber was a sanctum of forbidden energy—lines of dark jade carved with runes that only a handful of cultivators knew. At the center stood Tian Mo, his black robes fluttering with the pressure of his aura, eyes locked in focus.
The False Dao Foundation he sought to build was not just a cultivation path, but a complete redefinition of the laws of the world. A path outside the realms of traditional cultivation—an evolution that transcended the boundaries of immortality itself. It was madness. It was chaos.
And it was the only way to break free from the chains of the world's limitations.
He stood on the altar, encircled by twelve of his most trusted followers, each connected to him by a bond deeper than mere submission. Their cultivation was steeped in chaos, passion, and a shared understanding of power's true nature.
Elena Zhou stood closest to him, her ice-cold beauty now tempered by the fire that had claimed her spirit. Her ice flame hybrid constitution swirled around her, feeding into the core of Tian Mo's energy as he prepared the ritual.
"You ready?" he asked, his voice low, filled with an almost palpable hunger.
Elena nodded, her lips curling into a smile. "I have always been ready to serve you."
At his other side, Su Li's presence was equally imposing, her crimson robes shimmering in the dim light of the chamber. Her eyes, once filled with doubt and vengeance, were now focused solely on him. They had bonded—heart, body, and soul. She was his blade, his shield, and the flame that burned within him.
"Begin," Tian Mo commanded.
Yin Hua, ever the strategist, stepped forward, a ritual dagger in hand. She carefully cut across the air above the altar, tracing sigils that would bind their essence to the ritual. Her movements were precise, calculated, yet there was an underlying grace to them. She had always been the one to see beyond the immediate, always looking toward the future.
The dark jade formations began to glow with eerie light, as the chaotic Qi surged. The air thickened, crackling with the raw power that surged from each of them—no longer just a cultivation technique, but the manifestation of their desire, their control, and their will.
As Tian Mo stood at the center, he felt his spirit stretch, crackling with untapped potential. His cultivation was strong, but this—this was something beyond even that. This was the beginning of his ascension.
The sky above his temple cracked open, and for the first time, he truly felt the reach of Terra. His senses expanded outward, feeling the pulse of other worlds, their ancient Qi—heavenly forces.
The ritual was no longer confined to Earth.
It was his will that reached across the boundary.
---
In the hidden depths of the Golden Sky Pavilion on Terra, Yan Wujin—once Tian Mo's closest ally—stood atop a mountain peak, watching the celestial disturbances ripple through the skies. His face, sharp and unreadable, held a sense of grim determination.
"They've started," he muttered, clenching his fists. The air around him grew heavy, as if the heavens themselves were acknowledging the shifts in power.
His thoughts were interrupted by a voice from behind him.
"Should we stop him?" a cold, authoritative voice asked.
Yan Wujin turned to see Ming Yue, one of Terra's elite cultivators and a high-ranking member of the Golden Sky Pavilion, her face shadowed by the long hood of her robe.
"No," Yan Wujin replied, his voice carrying the weight of both regret and resolve. "We won't stop him. But we will watch him... and if he grows too strong, we will contain him. The balance cannot be disrupted."
Ming Yue's lips curled into a slight smile. "If anyone can, it's you."
Yan Wujin said nothing, but his mind was already racing. Tian Mo had always been dangerous. But now, the game had changed. The very laws of cultivation were at risk.
---
Back in the ritual chamber, the atmosphere was suffocating. The energy was so thick that it felt like the walls themselves were closing in.
Tian Mo's body began to tremble. It was no longer just the ritual—this was something more primal, more intimate. His followers, his harem, were linked to him at a spiritual level, and their energies were converging in one single, defining moment.
The chaotic Qi, tempered by lust, by power, surged through his veins, tearing through the foundations of his former self. The False Dao began to materialize in his soul, his mind, and his body.
He had entered the peak of Spirit Severing, but the path to transcendence was unclear. The False Dao Foundation wasn't a simple process—it was the forging of a new law, a new existence. Tian Mo would not simply break through the heavens—he would rewrite them.
As the last of the ritual symbols flared into life, a flood of memories washed over him. His previous life, his pain, his ambition, his rage—all of it crystallized into a singular, blinding light.
For a brief moment, the world around him seemed to explode. The walls of the sanctum cracked, and the very fabric of the air seemed to stretch.
And then… it was silent.
Tian Mo opened his eyes.
The ritual had succeeded.
But it was only the beginning.
---
Status Update:
Tian Mo: Spirit Severing (Peak Stage) | False Dao Foundation initiated | Preparing for ascension to Void Shattering
Elena Zhou: Fully bonded with Tian Mo | Now an integral part of the False Dao cultivation
Su Li: Fully bonded with Tian Mo | The Crimson Flame General now serves as his shield
Yin Hua: Pushed the boundaries of ritual cultivation | Embarks on her own path to power
Yan Wujin: Aware of Tian Mo's ascension | Preparing to move against him if necessary
Ming Yue: Positioned to keep watch over Tian Mo's progress
---