The Northern Region.
Here, a dense forest stretched endlessly.
Birds flitted about freely, and not far away, a clear little river flowed gently. By its bank, a few adorable spotted deer drank water peacefully.
BoomâŚ
Suddenly, a pitch-black portal appeared in the sky above the forest.
A white-robed figure stepped out from it. His delicate features were icy cold, and a thick murderous aura enveloped him, startling the nearby animals and sending them fleeing in panic.
“The Northern Region⌠I’m back.”
Tian Fan whispered, gazing into the distance. He silently began to walk out of the ancient forest. At this moment, he didnât wish to flyâhe only wanted to walk quietly, lost in thought as he made his way through the thick woods.
Three days passed.
He had visited many placesâhe passed by the Fist Emperor Sect and even approached the Great Sealing Sect. His eyes softened a little, but in the end, he merely glanced from afar before turning away. He didnât want to bring trouble to them. His eyes grew cold once more as he headed in another direction.
Over the past few days, he had traveled widely and already learned the location of the Yin-Yang Sect. It was founded deep within an ancient mountain range. Now, his true body stood before it. Looking up, he saw a grand and imposing sight. The Yin-Yang Sect was no less majestic than the Fist Emperor Sectâtowering and magnificent.
Its grand gate was built entirely from mysterious black and white crystals. At the top, a massive Taiji yin-yang symbol exuded a solemn and mysterious aura. The Yin-Yang Sect, surrounded by beautiful mountains and rivers, was saturated with celestial energy. The ancestors of the sect had clearly chosen this place with great deliberation.
Tian Fan landed softly and walked up the black-and-white staircase step by step. The replica of the Yin-Yang Sword dragged along the ground beside him. It had grown much stronger now, radiating faint yin-yang energy. Over the past days, he had returned to the battlefield of that bloody fight and collected fragments of the original sword, fusing them into this replica.
The disciples guarding the mountain immediately spotted this uninvited guestâa black-haired, black-eyed man in white robes with a longsword in hand. They raised their spears and shouted, âWho goes there? This is the Yin-Yang Sect! Stop where you are! One more step and youâll be killed on the spot!â
âHe even dares to bring a weapon? Bold beyond reason! Kneel immediately and await punishment!â another burly disciple bellowed.
Tian Fan ignored them completely. Holding his sword, he advanced step by step. His gaze was icy, disregarding everyone in front of him. He stared deep into the sectâs grounds. All could be forgivenâexcept this. He would never forget how the previous sect master had stolen the sacred fruit from his hands, shattering any hope of saving Zi Ying. A boundless killing intent surged around him. Today, he would wipe this place off the map.
âHow dare you! Do you think you can disrespect the Yin-Yang Sect and live?!â
One man roared angrily and gave an order. A group of disciples dressed in black-and-white sect robes rushed out, each holding a powerful divine bow. A cold rain of arrows flew like a meteor shower, producing a chilling buzz in the air.
âHeh, finally a chance to test âThousand Arrows Piercing the Heart.â What a great day!â one man laughed. He was a small-time leader here and had always wanted to see what this formation looked like in action. Though the Yin-Yang Sect wasnât on par with the great ancient martial families, it was still a major power that no minor sect dared to provoke.
The Thousand Arrows Formation, created by the previous sect master, was extremely lethalâenough to turn anyone below the Primordial Unity Realm into a pincushion. But today, it failed.
Thousands of dazzling arrows froze in the air just two meters away from Tian Fan. An invisible force held them in place.
His icy eyes flashed. He raised his left hand slightly, and the thousands of arrows snapped midair and clattered to the ground. The watching disciples turned pale. That was Thousand Arrows Piercing the Heart! And yet, it did nothing to this white-robed youth?
âItâs him⌠Tian Fan!â
Someone, recognizing him from a portrait, uttered the name with a trembling voice. The small-time leader flinched and said, âYouâre⌠Tian Fan? Youâve got some guts, coming to the Yin-Yang Sect! Haha! Saves our elders the trouble of hunting you down. Youââ
PfftâŚ
A flash of silver. A head rolled down the stairs, still bearing the same arrogant expression. Tian Fan didnât even break stride. As if nothing had happened, he walked steadily up the hundred-step black-and-white staircase, closing in on the Yin-Yang Sectâs entrance.
âDonât be afraid! Heâs just one man! Letâs attack togetherâwe can kill him!â a loyal disciple shouted. These were the sectâs diehard followers. Even though Tian Fanâs infamy was well-known, they charged forward without fear, weapons raised.
But Tian Fan had already slain many peak Cloud Heaven experts with overwhelming force. These few were no match for him. He moved forward unhurriedly, dragging the replica Yin-Yang Sword along the ground.
Pfft⌠Pfft⌠PfftâŚ
Terrifying sounds echoed. His expression was cold and merciless. Three disciples were cut in half on the spot, their corpses tumbling down the stairs. Tian Fan moved as if through empty space, his blade dancing like a whirlwind, effortlessly cutting down all who dared come close.
Pfft⌠Pfft⌠PfftâŚ
The slaughter didnât stop. Tian Fan remained silent, his sword slicing down again and again. He hated everyone in this sect. He had come here for one reasonâto kill. He showed no mercy. In the blink of an eye, corpses littered the entrance, and bright red blood streamed down the black-and-white steps, staining them completely.
No matter how loyal or fearless the disciples were, by now they were all terrified. The white-robed youth looked like a reaper from hell. Every swing of his sword took a life. He was a soul harvester, massacring without restraint.
âWho dares trespass into the Yin-Yang Sect?!â
Finally, some powerful elders noticed the commotion. Three old men with white hair rushed out. When they saw who it was, they didnât waste time on wordsâthey charged forward, unleashing powerful secret arts. Black-and-white yin-yang diagrams, massive palm imprints⌠all aimed at Tian Fan.
PfftâŚ
Still silent, Tian Fan raised his bloodstained sword. With a single powerful slash, a sword aura cleaved the air and sent all three elders flying, vomiting blood.
âKill!â
By now, large numbers of experts rushed out from the sect. All wielded weapons and charged Tian Fan with fearless determination. The momentum was immenseâbut it didnât slow him down at all. With blood dripping from his blade, he walked forward at the same steady pace.
Pfft⌠Pfft⌠PfftâŚ
One after another, bodies fell. No one could stop him now. With no one of the Primordial Unity Realm left to hold the line, the Yin-Yang Sect had lost its backbone. Anyone who dared approach was immediately met with a deadly, icy sword light.
âAhhh!â
At long last, Tian Fan let out a roar, suppressed for far too long. His black hair stood on end, and an overwhelming killing aura burst from his body, sending a group of enemies flying and spitting blood.
He was here for blood.
And none in the Yin-Yang Sect could escape!