On the desolate Nameless Peak, Lin Fan let out a helpless sigh and plopped down on a stone. Like a monkey perching high, he gazed into the distant horizon.
He was contemplating life itself, pondering the profound mysteries of heaven and earth.
A gust of autumn wind swept by, swirling yellow leaves into the air. Compared to the thriving sect below, this place seemed utterly bleak.
Lonely, helpless, and a stranger in a strange land—how was he to survive from now on?
Lin Fan missed his past life dearly, but those days were gone forever.
Gradually, his solitary figure blended into the surrounding desolation, and a chill of sorrow spread across the entire mountain.
One day passed.
Then another.
Lin Fan sat motionless on the stone, not shifting an inch, as if he had turned to stone himself.
The news quietly spread that the Sect Leader had granted the Nameless Peak to an unfamiliar disciple as their personal sect territory.
This news instantly caused a sensation within the Holy Sect. Many refused to believe it—how could the Sect Leader bestow the Nameless Peak upon someone unknown?
Some elders raised objections, but to no avail. This was a direct order from the Sect Leader. Who dared to oppose it?
Disciples of the sect became curious about the mysterious individual who had received the peak and flocked in groups to see what kind of person could establish a branch sect on the Nameless Peak.
Yet when they arrived and saw the barren mountain, they shook their heads in disappointment.
It was too run-down—overgrown with weeds, littered with ancient trees. 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, but the figure still hadn’t moved.
On the third day, another group arrived, and the figure remained unchanged.
…
This continued for several days.
Rumors began spreading within the Holy Sect—that the one granted the peak by the Sect Leader was a fool, sitting still on a stone like a statue.
The elders Wuya and Yan were both observing Lin Fan on the Nameless Peak.
They understood that Lin Fan was in a state of deep contemplation. The destruction of one’s sect was an unbearable blow to anyone.
Some went mad.
Some lost their cultivation.
Some were blinded by vengeance.
And some could rise from the ashes and reclaim themselves.
But they didn’t yet know which path Lin Fan would take.
Ten days later, a burst of狂 laughter echoed across the entire Nameless Peak.
“I will rise again! I will fight, I will strive! When I become strong enough, I’ll return for revenge!” Lin Fan awoke, his heart finally unburdened.
What good was endless worry? Would lost things return? Would strength grow without effort?
He would recover, work hard, and when his power surpassed them all, it would be their turn to fall.
Within the Holy Sect, a figure stood silently, eyes seemingly piercing through layers of space toward the Nameless Peak, a faint smile appearing on his face.
“It’s good that you’ve come out of it.”
…
Lin Fan reflected deeply, assessing his current situation.
To put it bluntly—he was broke, empty-handed, with absolutely nothing.
No followers, no resources, poorer than a beggar.
Rebuilding the Holy Demon Sect would not be easy.
As the head of a sect, he first needed a house, a few assistants, some close disciples, and more…
Sigh, in short—he lacked everything.
Lin Fan let out another helpless sigh. Starting from scratch was truly frustrating.
But at least he was within the Holy Sect. With some clever thinking, he could eventually acquire what he needed.
He then turned to the item given to him by Elder Wuya—a worn, ancient booklet.
He flipped through it page by page. It contained all the known secrets of the Dongling Continent—locations of sects, secret realms, forbidden zones, and everything else one needed to know.
The cultivation hierarchy of Dongling was similar to that of Cangling, but not as complex. It was divided into four major stages: Initial, Middle, Advanced, and Grand Perfection.
Lin Fan closed the book, his mind now clearer. This continent was not inferior to Cangling—it was even far more advanced in many ways.
Its landmass was vastly larger, and its power structures were intricate and far from simple.
But what did that have to do with him now?
He tucked the book away without further thought. His first step was to rise again and restore the glory of the Holy Demon Sect.
Though the Holy Demon Sect now had only him left, he carried the hopes of all his senior and junior brothers, and the sect leader. He could not let them down.
Lin Fan wandered around the Nameless Peak, surveying the terrain, and finally decided to build his dwelling on a flat area.
He selected several large 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.
…
After finishing all this, Lin Fan finally exhaled in relief. His two-story wooden hut with a gabled roof was complete, though quite crude. Still, it was now his shelter.
As night fell, Lin Fan entered his newly built hut, sat cross-legged, and attempted to cultivate.
The *Invisible Demon* and *Sword Intent* were the two highest techniques he currently knew. With the system changed, he was curious how his cultivation would differ now.
He had reached the second layer of *Invisible Demon*, while *Sword Intent* remained at the first.
“Buzz…”
Not long after he began cultivating, the space behind him trembled slightly, like a stone dropped into calm water, sending ripples outward.
Lin Fan was simultaneously circulating both techniques, like the yin and yang of a Tai Chi. Half of his body exuded dark mist, while the other half radiated sword intent. Gradually, a nameless divine sword formed, exuding a mighty aura.
At that moment, Lin Fan opened his eyes in astonishment. After entering cultivation, he hadn’t heard the system’s usual experience gain notification. Yet a stream of energy had entered his body, flowing through his meridians, bringing a pleasant sensation.
It was a feeling he had never experienced before. The two techniques seemed to advance faster than ever.
It must be the effect of the system’s transformation. He wondered what other unknown functions were waiting to be discovered.
Lin Fan calmed himself and stopped pondering further, fully immersing in his cultivation.
The next day, as the morning sun rose and purple qi flowed from the east, Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes.
He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, which dissipated into the sky.
After a night of focused cultivation, both techniques had advanced rapidly. *Sword Intent* was especially close to a breakthrough.
Lin Fan was confident it wouldn’t be long before he truly broke through.
He had been in the Holy Sect for some time now and wanted to go out and explore.
To seek opportunities.
To gather resources or perhaps recruit a few followers.
Most importantly, after ten days without food, his stomach was loudly protesting. If he didn’t eat soon, he might collapse.
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 Holy Sect disciple.
Such generosity was unheard of anywhere else.
As Lin Fan stepped out, he suddenly felt something was missing. Realizing what it was, he immediately dragged over a huge stone, set it upright at 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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