The world of murim had always known three pillars of supremacy—the Alliance Leader, the Heavenly Demon, and the Lord of the Unorthodox Sect.
And yet, beyond the clash of banners and the reach of sects, there existed another. A man without a clan, without allegiance, without even a name.
They called him the Nameless Wolf.
He walked alone—a shadow beneath the heavens, a blade no sect could chain. Wherever he passed, whispers spread like wildfire: "The Wolf has walked through." He left no disciples, built no legacy, and claimed no throne. Yet his strength had risen to the peak, standing shoulder to shoulder with the three rulers of murim—a lone wolf who needed no pack.
He was a paradox. Hunted as a threat by every faction, yet respected even by those who once swore to kill him. No blade had ended him, no poison had felled him. Assassins, sect armies, even the combined schemes of orthodox and unorthodox masters—none had been enough. The world could not cage the Nameless Wolf.
Until the heavens themselves turned against them.
The night it began, the sky split open with a roar unlike thunder. Discs of metal, vast as mountains, hovered over the cities of murim. Their lights tore through the darkness, blinding, merciless. From those vessels descended creatures not of man, not of god—aliens, that seized men and women alike, dragging them screaming into the sky.
Fear strangled the land. Some fell to their knees, crying that gods had descended. Others raised their swords in rage, vowing vengeance. But when the abductions spread, when families vanished before their very eyes, the truth was undeniable.
These were not gods.They were invaders.
And the murim world, proud and unyielding, declared war upon the sky.
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The grand hall seemed to suffocate beneath the weight of killing intent, though not a single blade had been drawn. Three figures, each a titan in their own right, sat around a round table.
The Heavenly Demon—eyes gleaming with lunatic brilliance.The Abyss Lord—leaning back with a twisted grin, as if he could already taste the chaos to come.The Murim Alliance Leader—solemn, dignified, his silver hair heavy with the burden of justice.
And then there was him.
The Nameless Wolf.
A wanderer without banner, feared and respected in equal measure. To see him standing beside the three pillars of murim—it was a sight that made even veteran martial artists shiver.
"Nameless Wolf, we require your strength as well," the Alliance Leader spoke, his voice carrying the weight of command.
The Wolf leaned lazily against a pillar, lips curled into a faint smirk."Strength, is it? Hah. I've grown weary of crossing blades with the three of you. Perhaps these invaders will finally prove a worthy challenge."
The Abyss Lord chuckled, teeth bared in a grin."Normally, your arrogance is unbearable. But tonight? Hah. Your words are music. Yes… let us see how many of these so-called gods we can send screaming back into the void."
The Heavenly Demon's eyes glimmered with madness, his aura spilling like a sea of fire."Music, indeed. But remember, Nameless Wolf—between us, let see who carves the greater slaughter."
The Alliance Leader slammed his palm against the table, his voice thunderous."Enough! You three act like reckless youths. Look at us—our hair already bears the touch of time. This is no contest. This is survival. The future of murim rests on our blades. If we fail, all that we've sworn to protect will vanish."
Silence fell. Even the wind outside seemed to hold its breath.
For those who bore witness, the moment was unthinkable. For centuries, these three forces had clashed like fire and water. And now, before their very eyes, they sat side by side—not as enemies, but as comrades against a greater foe.
It was nothing short of a world-shattering event.
Yet there was no time for awe, no space for celebration. The sky beyond the hall was already painted black with hovering vessels. The unknown enemy did not rest.
And soon, neither would murim.