He stepped into the Core Formation Realm with no ceremony, no witnesses, and without a dao name.
He returned not long after.
Not through the gates. Through the old spiritual vein tunnel beneath the Cloudfire Sect's ancestral hall—long collapsed and forgotten by most.
He didn't plan it for revenge, For this was something he just had to do, A knot in his heart.
The Sect Master never saw him coming. He was seated in quiet meditation, protective formations humming softly around him.
None of them triggered.
Liang had learned how to walk between gaps. How to suppress his breath and aura to nothing.
That night, he entered the Sect Master's chamber and killed him with a single strike.
He didn't stop there. Before dawn, the sect was gone.
Men. Women. Elders. Disciples.
Liang left no survivors.
The sky that morning was clear, the rain finally ended. From a distance, the once-proud mountain peaks of the Cloudfire Sect smoldered in silence.
