Strongest Sect Leader

Chapter 1: One Regret

In a distant land far above the heavens.

A world bursting full of energy and life.

Tall mountains and rivers, beasts of all shapes and sizes roamed the earth and dominated the sky. Wondrous glimmering treasures buried beneath the ground.

A world so large that can contain a near infinite amount of living beings.

But only one race has stood proud and tall above the rest across the eons.

Humans.

Humans have obtained a method to obtain boundless strength to trump all others in this world. Through this method, a hierarchy was established.

Thus, this was a cruel, cold place where strength reigns supreme.

Where the victor is righteous and the losers are the ones in the wrong.

This is the Immortal Realm.

In this world, one can live up to thousands of years as long as one's cultivation is high enough to withstand the unwavering tides of time.

Anyone can become strong through the method that is 'Cultivation'.

Cultivation is a method of accumulating Spiritual Energy from the environment all around you and circulating it inside your body. The more energy you circulate and retain, the stronger you become.

It is a bitter and solitary road one walks when a person steps through the door of strengthening their own body, mind, and spirit.

Although most can open said door, only a select few can continue to tread through.

They break through the challenges and continue to rise towards the heavens.

While the others can only be crushed beneath their feet as mere bones.

These people, are called Immortals.

"Are you the one they call 'Lone Conqueror' Long Tian?"

In a certain place within the Immortal Realm.

Thunder and lightning rolled as the clouds turned dark and rain fell ceaselessly.

"....."

Towering peaks so high that they seem to pierce through the clouds themselves.

"...Not even sparing me a glance, as expected of someone who roamed the world unhindered generation after generation."

A tall, handsome, and overbearing man who had long black hair floating towards the sky stood on one of the pointed mountain peaks without the slightest sign of falling.

"....."

In his line of sight was a ragged youth with mist radiating from his surroundings. The youth with long, unkempt silver hair only sat there on another mountain peak listlessly bowing his head down, as if there was no one talking to him.

The only thing strange about it was that this mountain peak was not craggy or pointed.

It was flat.

Unnaturally so, that it was glistening as if the sun's rays had made contact with it.

As if someone cleanly cut the whole peak and what only remained was a smooth surface.

One might not find it strange in this world, but these particular mountain peaks were in fact, composed of the hardest material in the Immortal Realm.

Rune Stone.

This was one of the most precious materials in the world with countless uses. Whether it be for construction of fortresses, weapons, armour, spell formations and many more.