The Saint Origin Sect
The Saint Origin Sect stood as one of the undisputed overlords of the Great Yan Empire, a beacon of ancient power and tradition. With a lineage stretching back over a thousand years, it was regarded as the oldest force within the empire, second only to the imperial family itself.
Nestled south of the Frozen Moon Valley, the monarchical sect exuded an aura of serene divinity intertwined with an oppressive majesty. Disciples of the sect, believing themselves to be the descendants of an ancient Saint, carried themselves with an undisguised arrogance, their pride deeply rooted in the sect's prestigious legacy.
A sacred radiance blanketed the sect like an eternal blessing, filling the air with the hymns of long-forgotten saints. Their ethereal voices whispered ceaselessly, guiding the devout disciples along the path of enlightenment. The very ground upon which the sect stood was said to be infused with potent Yuan Power, allowing cultivators to passively absorb divine energy merely by meditating.
Rising above the Cloud-Breaker Peaks, the sect resembled a celestial stronghold, untouched by mortal corruption. Towering palaces of golden splendor and floating temples hovered above the vast mountain range, their surfaces shimmering with divine brilliance as if woven from the essence of the heavens themselves.
Massive white jade staircases ascended into the clouds, leading to colossal golden gates engraved with ancient runes of purification. Gigantic divine pagodas, each adorned with floating halos of sacred energy, loomed over the sect like celestial sentinels. Their surfaces bore intricate carvings of immortal scriptures, radiating a sacred aura that deterred all malevolence.
Cascading waterfalls of liquid light tumbled down the mountainsides, creating an ever-present glow of purity and tranquility. Disciples, clad in the sect's signature white robes, could be seen diligently cultivating or engaging in fierce sparring sessions atop platforms constructed entirely from Pure Yuan Power. The lush forestry surrounding the sect pulsed with ancient vitality, nourishing both the land and those who trained upon it.
At the very heart of the sect stood the Saint Origin Hall, the sacred core of the sect's authority. Its grand dome, crafted from primal crystal, reflected the constellations above, shimmering as though it held the very stars within its structure. Majestic Saint Trees, their silver leaves humming with the essence of creation, lined the pathways leading to the hall. Their fragrance was said to nourish the soul, strengthening the spirits of those who walked beneath them.
Within the main chamber of the hall, an imposing throne levitated several meters above the ground. Seated upon it was a handsome middle-aged man, his impossibly white robes draped over his broad frame. His gaze, filled with wisdom and quiet authority, swept across the chamber. Surrounding him were several aged figures, each possessing an air of boundless profundity—the sect's esteemed elders, their long beards flowing like celestial rivers.
Yet, despite the presence of these formidable figures, all attention was fixed upon a single individual—a youth seated cross-legged in the center of the hall.
The youth possessed an unearthly beauty, his delicate features bordering on effeminate perfection. His most striking trait, however, was his long black-and-white hair, tied into a high ponytail, with white bangs cascading over the left side of his face and black bangs falling to the right. His robes, an elegant mixture of black and white, bore the sect's insignia upon the chest. The black fabric was adorned with silver dragon imprints, while the white side bore the radiant emblem of a golden sun.
A deep, resonant voice suddenly echoed throughout the vast chamber.
"Enter."
The colossal gates of the hall creaked open, and three elderly men, each with flowing white beards and ancient eyes, stepped forward in solemn unison. Their robes, embroidered with intricate golden patterns, signified their revered status within the sect. They moved with the composure of sages, their expressions unwavering as they bowed deeply toward the sect master and the council of elders.
"We bow before the Sect Master and the honored Elders."
The sect master gave a slow nod of acknowledgment before his voice resounded once more.
"Tien, Yuan, and Fang. You, the Guardian Elders of the Saint Origin Sect, have been chosen to accompany Feng'er in battle. He has made breakthroughs and wishes to test his strength against true opponents."
It was only upon hearing these words that the three elders noticed the silent youth seated at the center of the hall. His eyes remained closed, his breathing calm and rhythmic, as if undisturbed by the presence of such esteemed figures.
The three elders exchanged wary glances. Yet, without hesitation, they nodded toward the sect master and council, before taking their stances several feet away from the youth.
At that precise moment, the youth slowly rose to his feet, his expression composed, emotionless. He clasped his fists together and bowed slightly toward the three elders.
"Jiu Feng bows to the Guardian Elders."
Then, he opened his eyes.
A powerful wave of oppressive force erupted from him the moment his gaze was unveiled, washing over the hall like an inescapable tide. The elders' expressions twisted into shock as their bodies involuntarily trembled under the sheer weight of his presence.
His eyes were unlike any they had ever seen. They appeared human at first glance, yet upon closer inspection, their brilliance became evident.
His left pupil gleamed like resplendent silver, while his right pupil was an abyss of inky blackness.
A rare smile cracked across the sect master's lips as he gazed fondly at the youth before him.
"Go all out, Feng'er. Show me what you're capable of."
A solemn nod was the youth's only response. Then—his eyes began to change.
His left eye transformed into a milky white canvas, within which a golden sun burned with celestial brilliance.
His right eye darkened into an endless void, a silver moon sailing tranquilly within its depths.
A collective gasp spread through the hall.
"It really is the Yin Yang Eyes…!"
The three elders hesitated for only a moment before determination overtook their fear.
"He's only in the Yuan Dan Realm! We can handle him!" With that, they attacked.
Purifying Saint Lotus!" The first elder took a deep breath. A deafening sound exploded as he brought his palms together like a monk. Resplendent Golden light surged out of his body accompanied by Buddhist chants and the chimes of bells. A large golden lotus formed above his head, wrapped in a fierce Yuan Power.
"Origin Shattering Fist!" The elder to his left also utilized another high grade Battle Technique. He clenched his fist and punched out. Golden Yuan Power surged and coalesced into a hundred feet large golden fist that could flatten a mountain.
"Divine Suppression Seal!" The elder to his right stretched out his palm and muttered. Flaming red Yuan Power coalesced into a mountain sized massive round seal above his head, that threatened to suppress even the Heavens.
The youth exhaled. Then, without so much as blinking, he raised a single hand.
Hundreds of golden portals materialized behind him.
From within them, an unstoppable torrent of celestial weapons—blades, spears, halberds, arrows, tore through space with incomparable velocity, colliding with the elders' techniques.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion erupted Within moments, their attacks crumbled. The elders were left gaping.
Jiu Feng had dismantled their combined might with a single gesture.
And this… was only the beginning.
The three Guardian Elders were left shaken, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and frustration. The sheer ease with which Jiu Feng had dismantled their combined assault was an insult to their years of cultivation. Each of them had reached the Form Creation Realm, a level that placed them among the highest echelons of power within the sect. And yet, this "mere" Yuan Dan Realm youth had shattered their techniques as though they were nothing more than trivial displays.
The surrounding elders, who had remained as spectators, were quick to voice their awe.
"As expected of the Yin Yang Eyes! Such power…!"
"The young sect master is truly a generational talent. With this level of strength at such a young age, no one in his generation can rival him!"
"With him at the helm, the Saint Origin Sect's future is secured beyond doubt!"
Despite the praise filling the hall, the three combatants on the other side of Jiu Feng were seething with humiliation. Their pride as sect elders refused to accept such an overwhelming defeat. If word of this got out, they'd lose all face.
The lead elder, Elder Tien, clenched his fists. "No! We cannot allow this!" His voice carried a resolute determination, tinged with frustration. He turned to his two comrades, who nodded in silent agreement.
The three quickly took their stances, gathering their remaining Yuan Power. The air in the chamber shifted, growing heavy with a sacred energy that shimmered like golden mist. Their bodies radiated an imposing force, and their aura surged, intertwining in perfect unison.
"If individual strength cannot bring him down, then we shall resort to formation techniques!" Elder Yuan declared.
"Indeed! We will show this boy the true power of the Saint Origin Sect's Guardian Elders!" Elder Fang added.
"The Devil-Suppressing Formation"
A sudden explosion of pure golden light burst from their bodies as they formed a series of intricate hand seals. In mere moments, three colossal runic circles materialized in the air, each glowing with ancient inscriptions that pulsed with divine intent.
Jiu Feng observed their movements with calm indifference, his expression unchanged.
The golden runic circles merged as an immense beam of radiant energy shot forth, reducing everything in its path to ashes. The sheer force of the attack shook the entire Saint Origin Hall, and the very air trembled under its divine might.
The power of the Devil-Suppressing Formation was undeniable. It was a technique designed to eradicate malevolent beings, wielding the sect's sacred energy to purify all before it. Even a powerful cultivator at the Qi Creation would be forced to retreat under its immense suppression from their combined might.
Yet, standing before it, Jiu Feng remained unmoved. His dark silver moon eye flickered.
A profound darkness spread forth, swallowing the incoming golden beam as if it had never existed. The radiant energy was instantly reduced to scattered motes of light, its divine might unable to penetrate the void of his domain.
The elders barely had time to react before they felt something grasping at their very existence.
Tendrils of inky blackness emerged from the void, wrapping around their bodies like sentient shackles. A terrible draining sensation overtook them, their Yuan Power rapidly depleting as if being consumed by an insatiable abyss.
They struggled, their faces contorted in horror. Their life force, —even the very essence of their souls was being drawn away.
The surrounding elders, who had previously been praising Jiu Feng's strength, now stood in stunned silence, watching as the three Guardian Elders were brought to their knees before the young prodigy.
Within the suffocating void, their trembling voices pleaded for mercy. And then the domain vanished.
In an instant, the Saint Origin Hall returned to normal, as though nothing had ever happened. The three elders collapsed onto the ground, their faces pale, their breath labored. Though they were still alive, their bodies now bore the marks of their defeat. The once proud elders had aged significantly, their very essence weakened by the terrible effects of Jiu Feng's void domain.
Elder Yuan and Elder Fang, realizing the extent of their loss, did not hesitate to fall to their knees, their heads lowered in submission.
But Elder Tien, his pride wounded beyond measure, refused to yield.
His eyes burned with resentment, his hands trembling with fury as he forced himself back onto his feet.
"I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS!!" he roared, his voice cracking with madness.
In a final act of desperation, he surged forward with one last strike.
"Saint Origin Palm!!"
A blinding golden light erupted from his palm as he aimed for Jiu Feng's temple, his attack fueled by pure desperation.
Jiu Feng let out a quiet breath. His left eye pulsed with profound light.
He stepped forward.
The next moment, his form blurred, merging into shadows and darkness.
Before Elder Tien could even react, Jiu Feng had already materialized in his path.
His right hand formed a blade, his index and thumb shaping into a cutting edge as he slashed horizontally across the air.
For a moment, silence reigned. The bass dropped.
Then, a single inky-black line appeared in reality, dividing Elder Tien's body.
His upper torso separated from his lower body, and before he could even process what had happened, his form erupted into ethereal flames, his existence reduced to nothingness.
Dead.
The hall fell into absolute silence.
For several seconds, no one moved. The remaining two elders trembled, their heads bowed even lower, not daring to look up.
Jiu Feng slowly straightened from his stance, exhaling softly as the divine glow in his eyes faded. His expression remained impassive, as though he had merely swatted aside an insignificant insect.
With quiet composure, he turned toward the gathered elders and performed a solemn bow.
The sect master, who had been observing with keen eyes, now bore a wide smile, his pride evident.
"Feng'er, to what layer have you cultivated the Primal Origin Scripture?"
Jiu Feng's voice was calm, yet emotionless as he responded.
"The fourth layer."
A murmur of shock and admiration rippled through the elders.
"No wonder his Yuan Power is so pure!"
"The young sect master's comprehension ability is unmatched!"
"Did you all notice? His Moonshadow Steps have reached the peak! If not for the constraints of his cultivation level, he would already be an unstoppable force!"
The sect master nodded approvingly, satisfaction clear in his gaze.
Then, as if remembering something, his expression darkened slightly.
"I have heard that bastard Luo Li's Heavenly Luo Sect has produced a Saint Physique. You and the other top disciples will be sent to issue a challenge soon."
The surrounding elders exchanged glances, their interest piqued.
The Heavenly Luo Sect. A rival sect known for its ancient legacies. If they had truly birthed a Saint Physique, then the battle would be monumental.
But Jiu Feng merely nodded, his demeanor unshaken.
"Understood."
With that, he turned and walked out of the hall, his steps calm and steady, the weight of his power settling over the sect like an unshakable shadow.
The Saint Origin Sect had birthed a true monster.
And soon, the entire Great Yan Empire and the entire world would come to know his name.
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