On the desolate Nameless Peak, Lin Fan let out a helpless sigh, plopped himself down on a stone, and gazed into the distant horizon like a monkey perched high.
He was contemplating life, pondering the profound mysteries of heaven and earth.
A gust of autumn wind swept by, swirling yellow leaves into the air. Compared to the prosperous sect below, this place seemed utterly desolate.
Lonely and helpless, with nowhere to turn and unfamiliar with his surroundings, how was he supposed to move forward?
Lin Fan missed his old life dearly, but it was gone forever now.
Gradually, his lonely figure blended into the bleak surroundings, and a chill of melancholy spread across the entire mountain.
One day.
Two days.
Lin Fan sat still on the stone, unmoving, as if turned to stone himself.
The news that the Sect Leader had granted the Nameless Peak to an unknown disciple as their personal sect headquarters spread like wildfire.
This news immediately caused an uproar within the sect. Many refused to believe it at first—how could the Sect Leader give away Nameless Peak to someone else?
Some elders voiced concerns, but to no avail. This was a direct order from the Sect Leader—how could one possibly argue against it?
The disciples of the sect were curious about the mysterious individual who had been granted the peak and began visiting in groups to see who this person was who had been given the right to establish a sect on Nameless Peak.
However, when they arrived and saw the barren, desolate mountain, they all shook their heads.
It was run-down—far too run-down. Weeds overgrew the land, and ancient trees stood scattered. Building a sect here would be extremely difficult.
When they saw the motionless figure sitting on the stone, they were filled with curiosity.
Some disciples watched for a while and then left.
The next day, more disciples came, and the figure still hadn’t moved.
On the third day, another group arrived, and the figure remained seated.
…
This continued for several days.
Rumors began circulating within the sect—that the one granted the peak by the Sect Leader was a fool, sitting on a stone without moving.
The elders Wu Ya and Yan, both high-ranking elders of the sect, were closely observing Lin Fan on Nameless Peak.
They understood that Lin Fan was in a state of deep contemplation. The destruction of one’s sect was an unbearable blow for anyone.
Some went mad.
Some became useless.
Some were blinded by hatred.
And some managed to overcome the darkness and recover.
But they didn’t yet know which path Lin Fan would take.
On the desolate and unnamed peak, Lin Fan sighed helplessly, found a rock, and sat down on it. Then, like a monkey, he gazed at the distant horizon.
He was contemplating life, pondering the mysteries between heaven and earth.
A gust of autumn wind blew, lifting yellow leaves into the air. Compared to the prosperous sect below, this place seemed somewhat desolate.
Alone and helpless, unfamiliar with the surroundings, Lin Fan wondered how he would manage in the future.
He missed his past life, but it was now gone forever.
Gradually, Lin Fan’s lonely figure blended into the surrounding environment, and a sense of desolation permeated the entire peak.
One day.
Two days.
Lin Fan sat quietly on the rock, unmoving, as if petrified.
The news that the Sect Master had bestowed the unnamed peak to a stranger to establish a branch sect spread like wildfire.
This news instantly caused an uproar within the sect. Many found it hard to believe that the Sect Master would give the unnamed peak to someone else.
Some elders voiced their opinions, but it was of no use. This was the Sect Master’s command, and who could object?
The disciples of the sect were very interested in the person who had been granted the peak and came in groups to see what kind of person could establish a branch sect on the unnamed peak.
However, when they arrived at the unnamed peak and saw its desolation, they shook their heads.
It was too dilapidated, overgrown with weeds and ancient trees. Establishing a sect here would be extremely difficult.
When they saw the figure sitting motionless on the rock, they were filled with curiosity.
Some disciples looked for a while and then left.
The next day, more disciples came, and the figure was still sitting there.
On the third day, another group of disciples arrived, but the figure remained seated.
…
After several days, rumors spread within the sect that the person granted the peak was a fool, sitting motionless on the rock.
The Supreme Elder Wuya and Supreme Elder Yan were both paying attention to Lin Fan on the unnamed peak.
They knew that Lin Fan was in a state of deep contemplation. The destruction of a sect was something unbearable for anyone.
Some went mad.
Some were ruined.
Some were blinded by hatred.
And some could emerge from the shadows and regain themselves.
But they didn’t know which category Lin Fan would fall into.
Ten days later, a burst of wild laughter echoed across the unnamed peak.
“I must pull myself together, strive, and work hard. When I become strong, I will return for revenge.” Lin Fan had awakened and made up his mind.
What’s the use of worrying all day? Can what’s lost be regained? Can strength grow out of thin air?
Regain myself, keep striving, and when my strength reaches a level where I can crush them, that’s when I’ll destroy them.
In the sect, a person stood there, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of void, looking at the unnamed peak with a faint smile of relief.
“It’s good that he could come out.”
…
Lin Fan thought a lot and planned his current situation.
To put it bluntly, he was penniless and had nothing.
No people, no resources, poorer than a beggar.
Reviving the Holy Demon Sect wasn’t something that could be achieved just by thinking.
As the sect master, he first needed a house, a few sect workers, some personal disciples, and more…
Ah, in short, he lacked everything.
Lin Fan sighed helplessly. Starting from scratch was really frustrating.
But fortunately, he was in the Holy Sect, and with some effort, he could get what he needed.
Then Lin Fan looked at the items Supreme Elder Wuya had given him.
An ancient booklet.
Lin Fan flipped through the pages one by one. It contained the known secrets of the Eastern Spirit Continent.
The distribution of sects, secret realms, forbidden areas, and everything one should know about the Eastern Spirit Continent was recorded in this booklet.
The cultivation divisions in the Eastern Spirit Continent were not much different from those in the Cang Spirit Continent.
However, it wasn’t as complicated as the Cang Spirit Continent, but rather divided into four major realms: initial, intermediate, advanced, and great perfection.
Lin Fan closed the booklet, having a general idea. This place was no worse than the Cang Spirit Continent, and even more advanced in many ways.
Moreover, the land area here was much larger than the Cang Spirit Continent, with complex power distributions, far from being as simple as imagined.
But what did that have to do with him?
Lin Fan put the booklet away, not caring about the explanations. The first step now was to pull himself together and restore the glory of the Holy Demon Sect.
Although the Holy Demon Sect now consisted of only him, he carried the expectations of all his sect brothers and the sect master. How could he let them down?
Lin Fan wandered around the unnamed peak, exploring the terrain, and finally decided to build the house on a flat piece of land.
He selected a few large trees, cut them down, and shaped them into pillars, erecting them around as supports. Then he cut the wood into long planks and laid them on the ground as flooring.
…
When all this was done, Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief. The two-story gable-roofed wooden house was finally completed. Although it was quite simple, he at least had a place to live.
As the sky darkened, Lin Fan entered the wooden house he had built, sat cross-legged, and attempted to cultivate.
“Formless Demon” and “Sword Intent” were the highest-level techniques Lin Fan currently knew. With the system changed, he wondered how cultivation would differ now.
Lin Fan had already reached the second level of “Formless Demon,” but “Sword Intent” was still at the first level.
“Buzz…”
Not long after Lin Fan entered a meditative state, the space behind him trembled slightly, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.
At this moment, Lin Fan was simultaneously operating both techniques, like the yin and yang of the Taiji. Half was shrouded in black mist, and half was filled with surging sword intent, gradually forming a majestic nameless divine sword.
At this moment, Lin Fan opened his eyes, a look of surprise on his face. After entering the cultivation state, he didn’t hear the system’s experience bonus notification, but a stream of energy flowed into his body, gathering in his bones, feeling very comfortable.
This was a sensation Lin Fan had never experienced before. The speed at which he cultivated these two techniques seemed much faster than before.
It seemed this was the effect of the system’s change, but he didn’t know what other unknown functions awaited his exploration.
Lin Fan calmed down, didn’t think too much, and immersed himself in cultivation.
The next day, as the sun rose in the east, Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes.
A turbid breath slowly exhaled from his mouth, then dissipated into the world.
After a night of focused cultivation, both techniques had progressed rapidly, especially “Sword Intent,” which was on the verge of a breakthrough.
Lin Fan believed it wouldn’t be long before “Sword Intent” truly broke through.
Having been in the Holy Sect for some time, Lin Fan wanted to go out and explore.
Find some opportunities.
Gather some resources or trick a few followers, which wouldn’t be a bad idea.
Most importantly, after ten days without eating, his stomach was seriously protesting. If he didn’t eat soon, he might not be able to hold on.
Lin Fan was very grateful to the Sect Master of the Holy Sect, who not only granted him a peak but also allowed him to enjoy all the rights that a Holy Sect disciple should have.
This was something that wouldn’t happen anywhere else.
As Lin Fan stepped out, he felt something was missing. Suddenly, he realized and immediately moved a large rock to the entrance, using his finger as a brush, carving words on it.
“Holy Demon Sect.”
After completing this, Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.
Now it looked more like it should.
“I’m going to rise up, strive, and work hard. Once I grow strong, I’ll return for revenge!” Lin Fan awoke, his heart finally unburdened.
What good was constant worry? Would sorrow bring back what was lost? Would despair make his power grow by itself?
He would recover, work hard, and when his strength surpassed them all, he would crush his enemies.
Within the sect, a figure stood silently, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of space, looking toward Nameless Peak with a faint, satisfied smile.
“It’s good that he managed to walk out of the darkness.”
…
Lin Fan reflected deeply, assessing his current situation.
To put it bluntly, he had nothing—completely broke.
No followers, no resources—poorer than a beggar.
Reviving the Holy Demon Sect wasn’t something that could be achieved by mere wishful thinking.
As the leader of a sect, he first needed a house, a few assistants, some close disciples, and more…
Ah, in short, he lacked everything.
Lin Fan sighed helplessly—it was truly frustrating to start from scratch.
But at least he was within the sect. With some ingenuity, he could find a way to obtain what he needed.
He then looked at the items gifted to him by Elder Wu Ya.
An ancient, worn-out manual.
Lin Fan flipped through the pages one by one. It contained all the known secrets of the Eastern Ling Continent—locations of sects, hidden realms, forbidden zones, and everything else one needed to know.
The cultivation divisions of the Eastern Ling Continent were not much different from those of the Cang Ling Continent.
It was divided into four major stages: early stage, middle stage, late stage, and grand perfection—without the complex subdivisions found in the Cang Ling Continent.
Lin Fan closed the manual, his mind now clearer. This continent was no worse than the Cang Ling—it might even be far more advanced.
Its territory was vastly larger, and its power structures were complex and far from simple.
But what did that have to do with him now?
He tucked the manual away without further thought. His first step was to rise up and restore the glory of the Holy Demon Sect.
Although the Holy Demon Sect now had only him left, he carried the hopes of his seniors, juniors, and the former sect leader. He couldn’t possibly let them down.
Lin Fan wandered around Nameless Peak, inspecting the terrain, and finally decided to build his dwelling on a flat area.
He selected several massive trees, cut them down, shaped them into pillars, and erected them as supports. Then he carved the wood into planks and laid them on the ground as flooring.
…
After finishing all this, Lin Fan finally let out a breath of relief. The two-story wooden house with a sloping roof was finally completed—though quite crude, it was now a place to call home.
As night fell, Lin Fan entered his newly built cabin, sat cross-legged, and attempted to cultivate.
The *Invisible Demon Cultivation Method* and *Sword Intent* were the two highest techniques he currently knew. With the system changed, he was unsure how his cultivation would be affected now.
He had reached the second layer of *Invisible Demon Cultivation Method*, while *Sword Intent* remained at the first.
“Weng…”
Not long after he entered meditation, the space behind him trembled slightly, like a stone dropped into calm water, sending ripples outward.
Lin Fan was now cultivating both techniques simultaneously. Like the yin and yang of a Tai Chi, black mist rose from one side while sword intent surged from the other, gradually forming an invisible, mighty sword.
At that moment, Lin Fan opened his eyes in astonishment. After entering cultivation, he hadn’t heard the usual system prompt announcing experience gains, yet a stream of energy had flowed into his body, filling every bone and organ with a pleasant sensation.
This was a sensation he had never experienced before. The speed at which he cultivated these two techniques seemed much faster than before.
It must be the effect of the system’s transformation. He could only wonder what other unknown functions were yet to be discovered.
Lin Fan calmed himself, stopped overthinking, and immersed himself once more in cultivation.
The next morning, the rising sun bathed the sky in golden light as Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes.
He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, which dissipated into the heavens.
After a night of focused cultivation, both techniques had made rapid progress, especially *Sword Intent*, which was now on the verge of breaking through.
Lin Fan believed it wouldn’t be long before *Sword Intent* fully advanced to the next stage.
He had been in the sect for some time now and wanted to go out and explore.
To seek opportunities.
To gather resources or perhaps recruit a few followers.
More importantly, after ten days without food, his stomach was rebelling fiercely. If he didn’t eat soon, he feared he wouldn’t last much longer.
Lin Fan was deeply grateful to the Sect Leader, who had not only granted him a mountain but also allowed him to enjoy all the rights of a regular disciple.
Such generosity was unheard of anywhere else.
As Lin Fan stepped out, he suddenly felt something was missing. He quickly realized what it was, hurriedly carried a massive stone to the entrance, and used his finger like a brush to carve words into it.
“Holy Demon Sect.”
After completing this, Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.
Now, it finally looked the part.
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