Tian Fan stood quietly in the air, gazing down at the ruins below. He had thought he would feel happy after destroying the Yin-Yang Sect, but now that it was done, he felt no joy at all. What did it matter that the Yin-Yang Sect was annihilated? He still couldnât see that lively, sweet, beautiful, and kind girl in purple robes.
He slowly descended to the ground and looked at the scene around him with a lonely expression. After a while, he let out a quiet sigh, turned around, and walked slowly into the distance. As the sun sank behind the horizon, his shadow stretched long and far behind him.
âPhewâŚâ
In the distance, the remaining disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect watched from afar. Seeing Tian Fan leave, they finally let out a collective breath. Cold sweat soaked their entire bodies, and as they stared at his retreating figure, their souls trembled.
But soon, overwhelming hatred filled their hearts. Their place of belongingâtheir powerful sect that had once given them pride and dignityâhad been uprooted. Now, where were they to go?
They hated Tian Fan with all their being, but all they could do was glare at his back from a distance and curse him. That figureâdivine yet demonicâwas already branded deep into their souls. Every time they recalled those crimson eyes, terror gripped them again.
As the saying goes, good news rarely travels, but bad news spreads like wildfire. In just one day, the entire world was shaken. The Northern Domain experienced its strongest upheaval in nearly ten thousand years: the Yin-Yang Sect, a sect with tens of thousands of years of heritage, was destroyedâwithout a single tile or brick left behind. Everything had turned to dust.
To cultivators in the Northern Domain, this was as shocking as a divine being descending to the Divine Martial Continent only to be slain. Even the great martial holy lands were alarmed.
A mighty sect with ancient roots, one that once overlooked the Northern Domain, had collapsedâjust like that. In a single day, everything had been wiped away completely.
When people arrived at the ruins of the Yin-Yang Sect, every one of them felt their hair stand on end and cold sweat pour down. Some even ran off to the side and vomited.
What lay before their eyes shocked them beyond measureâbodies in pieces strewn across the ground, blood staining an area thousands of meters wide. No one could tell how many had died. Severed, bloody heads lay like scattered melons, many still frozen in expressions of terror at the moment of death.
âLet the righteous path of the world seek justice for our Yin-Yang Sect!â
Cries of grief spread throughout the Northern Domain. Through the accounts of the surviving disciples, the world finally learned how the Yin-Yang Sect had met its endâannihilated by a single person!
From that moment on, the name Tian Fan weighed like a massive stone on the hearts of all cultivators. It became hard to breatheâthere was a collective sense of suffocation.
Half a month passed, but people were still reeling from the shock. It was a tidal wave that shook the heavens and the earth, a miracle and a terror combined. A youth in the Cloud Heaven realm had actually uprooted a sect with a history spanning tens of thousands of years.
Every corner of the Northern Domain buzzed with talk of the Yin-Yang Sectâs destruction. Such a monumental event hadnât occurred in countless years. Since the ancient era, this would surely be listed among the most influential moments in history.
Tian Fanâs name seemed to gain a strange, supernatural power. It spread into the hearts of everyone in the Northern Domain. Since his debut, every one of his actions had been earth-shaking, and now, in a fit of rage, he had destroyed a sect with tens of thousands of years of legacyâsomething almost unimaginable.
After this event, there wasnât a single cultivator in the Northern Domain who hadnât heard the name Tian Fan. His shocking battle became a legend no one could reach, and the title Son of God spread far and wide. The entire Divine Martial Continent now knew that a young man, around twenty years old and suspected to be a descendant of an ancient divine being, had appeared in the Northern Domain.
Everyone was talking about him. Even the great martial holy lands could no longer sit still. The power and terror of the Son of God drew the attention of their oldest and most hidden elders.
âWhat? The Yin-Yang Sect was destroyed by Xiao Fan!? How is that possible!â
In the Great Sealing Sect, everyone was in complete disbelief. They were well aware of Tian Fanâs strength, but the idea that he could wipe out the mighty Yin-Yang Sect was beyond imagining. After all, their sect master had already entered the Primordial Unity Realm. What they didnât know was that both the current and previous sect masters of the Yin-Yang Sect had already perishedâcompletely and utterly annihilated.
âThat guyâŚâ
In the central region of the Divine Martial Continent, at the ancient martial Shangguan family, their once vibrant sacred land had turned bleak and desolate. Even the surrounding spirit trees seemed drained of vitality. In one of the rooms, Shangguan Jingyiâs expression was one of shock and disbelief.
âPerhaps… right now, the one suffering the most is himâŚâ Shangguan Yunfeng gazed out the window. There was nothing outsideâonly drifting clouds.
Shangguan Jingyi fell silent. How could he not understand the subtle relationship between Tian Fan and Zi Ying? With the way Zi Ying was now, Tian Fan was probably in more pain than anyone.
Tian Fan, in a single rage-fueled act, brought down a powerful, long-standing sect. This ignited the blood of countless young cultivators. The impact of this event was simply enormous. While the Yin-Yang Sect wasnât as massive as the ancient martial clans, it was still one of the major forces. Its Yin-Yang Sword, a treasured artifact, had long been feared across the Divine Martial world. And yet, now it had been destroyedâby a single cultivator from the Cloud Heaven Realm.
âI look forward to fighting you again!â
At the Fist Emperor Sect, Xiang Yufei stood beneath a divine waterfall, completely naked as he endured brutal training. Compared to his battle with Tian Fan, he was now much strongerâhaving reached the peak of Cloud Heaven. His eyes were as deep as the ocean, fixed on the distant horizon, his fighting spirit surging sky-high.
âYou really are strong.â
At the Flying Sword Sect, Duan Tianya stood tall on a mountain peak that pierced the clouds. Dressed in snow-white robes, graceful and elegant, he spoke calmly. Beside him, Nie Dao remained silent, also gazing off into the distance.
In the eastern region of the Divine Martial Continent, inside an incomparably majestic palace, a middle-aged man wore royal robes embroidered with nine five-clawed divine dragons entwined around a dragon pearlâa symbol of ultimate sovereignty.
The man wore a golden crown. His presence commanded respect without anger. He seemed like a war god walking the mortal worldâor a divine king descended to earth. He was none other than Long Aotian, ruler of the Soaring Dragon Dynasty. After all this time, he had finally stepped into the Immortal Ascension Realm and become one of the true overlords of this land. Standing in the grand hall, he muttered to himself, âThe Yin-Yang SectâŚwas actually destroyed⌠Could gods really exist in this world?â
At the Huangpu family, Huangpu Hanâs expression was filled with fury. With a loud crack, he shattered the spiritwood table beside him and roared, âHow did that b*stard become so strong? D*mn it!â
The Divine Martial Continent was in complete upheaval. Heirs of the great martial holy lands emerged one after another to begin their own training journeys. But everyone knewâthey had all come for the Son of God.
While the continent was still trembling from these events, Tian Fan had already arrived at a small, desolate mountain village.
An incredibly mysterious force had drawn him here.
His eyes were lifeless as he stared aheadâand suddenly, he sensed an incomparably powerful surge of spiritual energyâŚ