"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Brilliant streaks of light cut through the sky as a group of cultivators sped towards East Mountain.
"Huh? Master, look! Why are the senior brothers fighting?"
Among the group, a young girl pointed to the flashing lights of battle atop East Mountain, her voice filled with surprise.
"Of course, they're fighting."
An elderly man beside her chuckled nonchalantly. "An upstart rogue cultivator dares to compete with our Yanhua Cave for resources? That's courting death."
Turning to the girl, the old man continued, "Lin Jia, remember this: in the world of cultivators, might makes right. Power is the ultimate rule. So when it's time to act, act decisively. There's no need for justification."
"Yes, Master."
Lin Jia bowed respectfully.
"Boom..."
At that moment, a resonant bell toll echoed from East Mountain, shaking the heavens and the earth.
An invisible shockwave swept out, reducing the cultivators who had engaged earlier to dust in an instant.
"Damn it!"
"How dare you, scoundrel!"
"You dare strike down members of Yanhua Cave? I'll grind your bones to dust!"
The cultivators speeding towards East Mountain were enraged, their pace quickening as their weapons gleamed menacingly. Fueled by fury, they surged towards the mountaintop.
"Do you see? Strength is the key for a cultivator, but a sect is a cultivator's foundation."
Even now, the elder didn't miss a chance to teach Lin Jia. "This rogue cultivator may have killed five of our disciples with one move, showing considerable power. But alone, how can he contend with the might of our entire sect? Ultimately, he's doomed."
"Lin Jia, remember: a sect is a cultivator's bedrock. With the sect as your support, you can go far."
"Yes, Master."
Lin Jia bowed once more.
In moments, the group of cultivators reached the peak of East Mountain.
Seeing the figure in white standing there, they wasted no time, brandishing their weapons and charging.
"Scoundrel! You dare steal our Yanhua Cave's source stone and kill our members? You have guts. Die!"
A black-faced elder led the charge, throwing a massive, glowing seal. The seal expanded into a mountain, crashing down towards the figure below.
Simultaneously, the other cultivators unleashed their weapons, filling the sky with flashing lights and roaring winds. The peak of East Mountain was awash with the light of countless weapons, all aimed at the lone figure.
"Do you see? This is the power of a sect."
The elder nodded approvingly. "Against a powerful sect, an individual's strength is insignificant."
He turned to Lin Jia, expecting her admiration. To his surprise, he saw not pride or awe, but sheer terror on her face. Lin Jia's complexion was ashen as she pointed shakily at the peak, trying to speak but failing to form words.
"What is it?"
The elder asked, perplexed.
"It's him! It's him! It's him! Don't fight! Stop! We're doomed! We're doomed!"
Lin Jia suddenly screamed, her voice filled with dread.
"Lin Jia!"
The elder's patience snapped, his face darkening with anger. "How can you be so frightened by a simple battle? This is disgraceful!"
He had high hopes for Lin Jia, having personally taken her under his wing. Her display of fear in this relatively minor skirmish was a bitter disappointment.
"Lin Jia! What's wrong with you?"
Furious, the elder scolded her.
"Master, look! Look behind you!"
Lin Jia clung to his robe, her voice trembling. "Master, it's him! Look behind you!"
"What?"
Sensing something amiss, the elder turned to look at the peak.
"What..."
Seeing the scene, the elder gasped in horror.
He now understood Lin Jia's panic.
There was no battle.
The figure in white hadn't moved an inch.
The massive seal crashed down, only to disintegrate into dust with a "puff."
The gleaming swords aimed at the figure shattered into smoke with a similar "puff."
The cultivators of Yanhua Cave attacked with all their might, unleashing weapons, treasures, and spells in a relentless barrage.
But...
None of it reached the figure. Each attack was pulverized by an invisible force before it could even touch him.
This wasn't a battle—it wasn't even a scratch to the man in white.
"What kind of power is this? Who is this person?"
The elder trembled, turning to Lin Jia. "Do you know him? Who is he?"
"It's him! Master, don't you remember? That's the Taishang... no, that's the Daoist Celestial Lord!"
Lin Jia stammered, her voice shaking.
"Celestial Lord?"
The elder's face turned pale as he looked back at the figure in white.
Seeing him clearly, the elder let out a wail. "It really is the Celestial Lord!"
"Spare us! Celestial Lord, spare us! Stop attacking! Stop now!"
The elder screamed in terror, but it was too late.
"Boom..."
A sonorous bell toll echoed once more.
The annihilating shockwave swept across, obliterating everything in its path.
"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!"
As the sound wave passed, all the cultivators attacking Li Yu were instantly turned to dust, their remains scattering in the wind.
"Celestial Lord... spare us!"
The elder's desperate cry echoed in the empty sky.
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The Master of All-Heavens Systems
Science Fiction"Lord of the Heavens System" tells the story of a young man named Li Yu who becomes the sole system supplier in countless worlds. The novel begins with sixteen-year-old Li Yu, distinguished by his unique short haircut, sitting in the courtyard of th...
