The great stone gates of the Shadow Hall closed with a deep, resonant thud.
The rebellion had ended, not with fire and blood, but with cold clarity and absolute authority. Those who dared raise their blades against the Sect Lord now knelt before him, heads bowed in defeat. Some had been imprisoned. Others exiled.
Balance, at long last, had returned to the sect.
Kai stood atop the elevated dais of the Shadow Hall, where once Elder Pu had stood. The walls, once alive with whispers of schemes and lingering loyalties, now held silence.
Until a successor was finalized, Kai had declared that he shall temporarily oversee the Shadow Hall and safeguard its many secrets.
Kai's gaze swept across the chamber. The gathered sect members bowed with restrained reverence, their faces marked by caution. Not one dared meet his eyes for long. Not after everything: the rebellion, the purges, Elder Pu's final confession. The very bones of the sect had been shaken.
Another step, Kai thought. One more step away from the past. Away from the name they still whisper—Evil Sect.
It had always hovered like a specter over every aspect of the Sect. Years of cruelty. Secret arts steeped in blood. Alliances formed through fear. These were not just memories, they were stains, etched into their identity by their own hands and the scorn of the orthodox sects.
He would do what it takes to strip it away, piece by piece.
Kai turned his thoughts inward, remembering Elder Pu's final words. Her betrayal, however tragic, had still cast a long shadow. She had been involved—truly involved—in the massacre that marred the sect's reputation. Though she had ended her own life in the end, her actions had poisoned the roots of the sect.
Clearing their name would not be simple. Elder Pu was dead. And with her, many answers.
Who implicated us? he wondered again.
Was it only Elder Pu? Was someone else hiding in the darkness, waiting?
The path forward was no longer clouded—but it was steep, and filled with enemies that had yet to reveal themselves.
Later, Kai returned to the Metal Cultivation Chamber.
Carved deep into the mountainside, the chamber pulsed with a weighty, magnetic energy. Crystal formations lined the walls and shimmered with spiritual resonance. It was here that Kai had discovered the secret method, the lost technique for Metal-based Qi cultivation.
He stood now at the center of the chamber, shirtless, the scars from his earlier battles starting to fade. The chamber walls began to hum softly as he entered meditation.
His body relaxed. His mind sharpened.
Breath slowed.
Then the process began.
Cultivating the Metal Path was nothing like Fire or Wind.
Where Fire demanded passion and force, and Wind required speed and flexibility, Metal was pressure. It was resilience, density and the sheer will to endure.
The Metal Path did not tolerate hesitation. It punished imbalance and weakness. Every breath of Metal Qi was like inhaling razor wire. It required mastery of stillness, focus, and inner fortitude.
Kai began to circulate his Qi. Slowly at first, then faster, channeling it through the nine meridians he had refined.
He visualized each one as a blade being forged—heated, hammered, cooled.
With every rotation, the Qi thickened. Hardened.
He gathered his energy within his dantian. The space there—once fluid and vast—now began to compress.
Core Formation.
The sacred transition.
At Foundation Establishment, the body was trained, the meridians opened, the spiritual pathways reinforced. But Core Formation was different.
Here, all of that gathered Qi must be refined again—condensed into a single, crystalline core within the dantian. That core would become the source of the cultivator's power—pure, focused, unbreakable.
Most cultivators feared this stage. A single mistake could cause backlash, rupture the dantian, or even kill them.
Kai feared nothing.
He reached inward, his breathing silent.
And began to forge his core.
Hours passed. Sweat beaded on his brow, then froze and fell like metal droplets on the stone floor.
His Qi clashed inside him—wild and resistant. It did not want to be caged. Like molten ore, it thrashed as it was compressed. Metal Qi was notoriously rebellious. Each revolution in his meridians sent tremors through his limbs.
The first compression nearly broke him.
He bit down on his lip to keep from crying out. His bones felt as though they were turning to iron—brittle and heavy. His organs shivered under the weight of the energy.
But Kai pushed further.
Each breath was like lifting mountains.
Every time the core began to collapse inward, it lashed out with an explosion of force, threatening to tear his body apart from the inside. Blood ran from his nose, his ears. His vision blurred.
Still, he held the formation.
He forged the core with will alone.
Then, finally…
It clicked.
Like a blade being quenched in cold water, the energy inside him locked into place.
In his dantian, a perfect sphere of shimmering silver now floated—spinning slowly, pulsing with condensed Metal Qi.
The pressure vanished. The pain faded.
Kai opened his eyes.
And exhaled.
A faint ripple spread out from him in all directions, causing the walls of the chamber to ring like struck bells. The metal veins glowed in acknowledgment.
He had done it.
Core Formation.
The milestone most never reached.
He rose to his feet, body light and dense at once. The air around him felt different—heavier, charged with reverence. He clenched his fist, and the bones in his arm rang like tempered steel.
Power surged through him.
His perception expanded. The world felt sharper. Sound traveled slower. Light bent differently. His Qi, once wild and stormy, was now obedient—sharp, lethal, and cold as silver.
Kai smiled faintly.
So this is what it means… to step beyond mortality.
But even this wasn't enough.
He would need more—power, knowledge, alliances. If he wanted to cleanse the sect of its reputation and uncover the truth of the betrayal… he would need to reach even higher realms.
This was merely the beginning.
As Kai stepped out of the Metal Cultivation Chamber, the dawn had already broken.
The sky above the sect was clear for the first time in weeks.
The birds sang, oblivious to the violence and revelations that had shaken the foundations of their world.
Elder Kong waited for him at the entrance, arms crossed.
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"You've broken through," the elder said—not a question, but a certainty.
Kai gave a short nod. "Core Formation."
"Hmph. About time."
Despite the gruff tone, the elder's eyes gleamed with unmistakable pride.
"There are cultivators who've lingered at that threshold for decades. You crossed it in mere months."
"I don't have decades," Kai replied quietly.
He paused, then added, "The metal cultivation techniques—they harmonized surprisingly well with my Celestial Eclipse forms. Like matching halves of the same coin."
Elder Kong stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Of course… Our founder, Master Mo Xuan, was a metal cultivator himself. It makes sense now, his techniques would naturally complement that path. Why didn't I see it before?" He looked up, eyes bright with renewed insight. "It seems fortune favored you, Sect Lord. The metal cultivation chamber you used, its resonance with your path must have been extraordinary. Your progress is not only personal, it pushes our sect one step closer to greatness!"
"Elder Kong, I never realized you possessed such a powerful technique."
The elder blinked. "Oh? Which technique do you mean, my Lord? I've acquired quite a few over the years—Thunder Crushing Palm, Tidal Wave Move—"
"I meant your apple-polishing technique."
A beat.
"Ah… yes, that one…" Elder Kong grinned with embarrassment. "The Sect Lord is most humorous… truly, most humorous…"
They exchanged a look—and then both burst into laughter.
Afterward, they stood in companionable silence, watching sunlight stretch across the sect grounds.
"The twins have resumed their training," Elder Kong said at last. "They asked me to thank you, for honoring their mother's memory."
"This was for them," Kai replied. "Not for her."
"And the rest of the rebels?" Elder Kong asked.
Kai's eyes narrowed. "They'll fall in line. Or they'll fall."
The old man chuckled. "Spoken like a true Sect Lord."
Kai turned to him, his gaze distant, contemplative. "I still need answers. Elder Pu's role in the massacre is undeniable, but I can't shake the feeling that we're missing something."
Elder Kong's face darkened. "I agree. There's more to this."
"Then we find whoever's truly behind it," Kai said firmly. "We reveal the truth and restore the honor of our sect."
A breeze stirred between them, cool and clean.
"For now…" Kai lifted his eyes to the sky. "Let them believe what they will about the Obsidian Peak Sect."
"Kai, I've come with dire news. A grave threat looms on the horizon—one that endangers everything we stand for."
"Then we waste no time," Kai said sharply. "We return to the fortress at once!"
Without another word, he turned and strode swiftly toward Obsidian Peak.