Phoenix Sect stood tall atop the Embercloud Peaks—majestic, proud, known as one of the Twelve Great Sects under Heaven. Its flames symbolized rebirth, purity, and righteous glory. But on this day, beneath its honored banners, stepped a shadow no light could cleanse—Xie Wang, born from chaos, shaped by void, incapable of love, immune to joy, a being that even demons would kneel before in fear.
He walked silently, dressed in plain white robes stained by unseen sins. No expression tainted his face. No smile had ever graced his lips since birth. Where others saw beauty or sorrow, he saw only systems—chains to bind, tools to break, and bodies to use.
Trailing behind him was Xie Fan, his bound slave. Her loyalty carved into her soul with the Abyssal Slave Seal, her fate no longer hers to hold.
As they passed the outer sect gates, Xie Wang's voice echoed, flat and dead as stone.
"Xie Fan. Each night, you will torture ten mortals. Break their minds. Burn their hope. Humiliate them before their final breath. Make them beg for death, and then deny them until it pleases you. Understood?"
Xie Fan knelt instantly. "As you command, Master."
He said nothing more, only blinked—processing the surrounding terrain, the guard rotations, the spiritual energy fluctuations within the Phoenix Sect's defenses.
Inside his mind, the System spoke with clinical detachment.
[System Notification: Loyalty of Slave Xie Fan – 78%]
[If Loyalty drops below 50%, betrayal becomes possible. If betrayal occurs, Slave Seal detonation will instantly destroy soul.]
[To increase loyalty, continued acts of dominance, punishment, and humiliation are advised.]
Xie Wang's eyes remained unmoved. "Emotion is a chain. Chains are for the weak. I forge obedience through ruin."
As he was escorted through the sect, an elder stepped forward—his robes gilded with phoenix feathers, his aura vast and ancient. Grandmaster Mo Tian, one of the five inner elders, halted before him.
"You must be the one brought by Xie Fan. A fellow cultivator, I presume?"
Xie Wang lowered his head. "Disciple greets Elder."
Mo Tian observed him with narrowed eyes. Internally, his spirit shivered.
'Strange… I cannot see through his cultivation. No fluctuations, no realm, no pressure… nothing. Either he is wearing a supreme concealment artifact—or he is something beyond my comprehension.'
"You are calm and composed," the Grandmaster said finally. "I hereby grant you the rank of Inner Disciple of the Phoenix Sect. You may access the inner library, weapon vaults, spirit gardens, and receive your own private courtyard for cultivation."
"Understood," Xie Wang replied, with all the warmth of a corpse.
That evening, he walked the entire sect—his perception dissecting every building, analyzing formations, calculating reaction speeds of guards and elders. He recorded disciples by loyalty, elders by arrogance, and hidden realms by weakness. Every inch of Phoenix Sect was a puzzle he began to unmake.
Night fell.
[System Notification: You have gained +5000 Chaos Points.]
He sat in lotus position within his new courtyard, eyes open, staring into the void. His mind processed new techniques from the Abyssal Scripture, which spoke in tongues even gods refused to hear.
Moments later, Xie Fan entered, bowing low. Behind her were four rogue cultivators—battered, frightened, and silent.
"Master, I have brought strong ones willing to serve. They have agreed to your terms."
Xie Wang rose.
"No one agrees," he said. "They submit."
He raised his palm. A red-black sigil formed—etched in soul poison and void essence. One by one, he pressed the **Abyssal Slave Seal** onto their foreheads. Screams rang out, then fell silent. Their wills were broken, their souls enslaved.
Then he turned to Xie Fan. "Come."
She stepped forward, trembling.
With one strike, he hit her across the face. Then another. Her body collapsed, but not a word of protest escaped her lips. He raised his hand again, this time unleashing a **Chaos Suppression Field** that bound her limbs and crushed her meridians.
Tears slid down her face—not from fear, but from the pain she had learned to crave.
He stripped her of dignity. Not out of passion, but as ritual. A twisted ceremony of ownership.
The other slaves watched, wide-eyed and silent. What they saw was not cruelty—but **systematic erasure** of a person until only obedience remained.
[System Notification: Loyalty +10%... +15%... +20%]
[Current State: Emotionally Dependent, Spirit-Bound]
"You are not a person," Xie Wang said. "You are a silence I control."
Xie Fan nodded, face on the cold ground, blood at her lips, body marked by ownership. She shivered—and smiled through her tears.
Far above, on another peak, Grandmaster Mo Tian stood at his window, looking at the moonlight.
"That boy… there's something inhuman in him," he muttered. "He doesn't seek power. He doesn't crave praise. Not even lust. He just… consumes."
In the distance, a raven cried once. The wind howled low.
And deep in the darkness, Xie Wang sat cross-legged once more, surrounded by kneeling slaves, his presence silent, still, and terrifying. No smile crossed his face. No joy filled his heart.
Only one thing existed within him: the desire to unravel all order.
The Phoenix Sect had welcomed him.
It had no idea it had opened its gates to chaos itself.