"Brother, have the rumors reached you?"
"Rumors? Speak plainly, man."
"Yesterday, above the Imperial Topaz Sect, the sky didn't just break—it shattered. A rift tore open for a mere handful of breaths, but those who saw it claim the firmament itself wasn't merely cut; it was shredded. It looked as if a Titan had reached down from the heavens and peeled back the fabric of the world like rotted fruit. The aura was jagged, violent, possessed of a weight that defies the mind. I cannot fathom a force that treats the heavens like cheap parchment."
In a shadowed alcove on the teahouse's second floor, a group of disciples from the Imperial Topaz Sect sat in a silence so heavy it felt curated. They offered no reaction to the gossip rising from the floor below, appearing as statues of polished marble as they nursed their wine.
"Senior Brother Ye Chen," a junior whispered, leaning into the center of the table. "Is the chatter true? Is there truly a monster from the Upper Realm residing within our gates?"
Ye Chen did not answer immediately. He sat with an air of profound, predatory stillness. His gaze was distant, his eyes dark pools of intent—deep wells that swallowed the light and defied any attempt to read the thoughts swirling in the depths.
"It appears so," Ye Chen finally replied, his voice a low, melodic drawl. "Our Sect's foundation has grown brittle. Too many have traded their heritage and the legacy of the Topaz ancestors for a comfortable leash at the Royal Palace."
"But Senior Brother, do you know his identity?" another junior pressed, his voice tight with a frantic, nervous curiosity. "Did the Sect Master disclose anything?"
Ye Chen's gaze drifted to the boy, pinning him with a heavy, silent stare for several heartbeats before his lips finally moved. "The Sect Master remains tight-lipped. Save for one detail..."
He paused, letting the secret hang in the air until it became an ache. "The being who descended shares a deep history with our Sect Founder."
The junior's eyes ignited with sudden hope. "Then... the Holy Maiden! Does this mean she is saved?"
A thin, razor-sharp smile ghosted across Ye Chen's face. "Precisely. The Evil Sky Cult may be bold, but they are not suicidal. They would not dare lay a finger on us with an Upper Realm powerhouse guarding our backs."
"Senior Brother's insight is peerless!"
Within the Main Central Pavilion of the Evil Sky Cult, the air was different. It did not just sit; it pressed against the lungs with the weight of the heavens.
A young man sat upon the high throne. His presence commanded a silence so absolute it felt structural. His features possessed a transcendent beauty—a sovereign, terrifying perfection that mocked the descriptive limits of the mortal tongue. His skin was the color of pristine white jade, set against a midnight cascade of flawless hair. His eyes, however, were the focal point: twin primordial rubies burning with an ancient, cold fire.
He wore robes of deepest black. At a distance, they seemed modest; up close, the fabric shimmered with a rhythmic complexity that hinted at a divine loom. Every line of his silhouette spoke of an elegant, lethal grace. He was a being of cataclysmic power wrapped in the deceptive glassiness of a dead sea.
This was Luo Fan.
Beside him sat the Evil Lord, the living symbol of the Cult's supremacy.
"Young Master Luo, you grace our humble halls with your arrival. Is there anything—anything at all—we can offer to ensure your comfort?" the Evil Lord asked. His tone was humble, yet saturated with a bone-deep obedience.
The sight sent a silent shockwave through the assembled Elders. The Evil Lord was an entity of pure dominance, a man considered invincible within the HuangSe Realm. To see the man who made the Royal Family tremble acting with such subservience was a sight that defied reality.
Luo Fan slowly lifted his teacup. He took a measured sip, the movement fluid and effortless, then set it down without a word.
The Evil Lord did not show impatience. Instead, his eyes roamed the hall before settling on his daughter, Ji Qingge.
Qingge, come here and pour the tea for the Young Master, the Evil Lord's voice thundered directly into her mind via spiritual sense.
Ji Qingge did not hesitate. She rose into the air, drifting forward with an ethereal, weightless grace before descending beside Luo Fan. With the practiced deference of a maidservant, she began to serve him.
At that moment, a talisman streaked toward the Evil Lord—a message from the Imperial Topaz Sect, shimmering with sealing runes. As the contents unraveled in his mind, the Evil Lord's face contorted. For a split second, his composure fractured.
"This—!" The word slipped out, vibrating with a killing intent that rattled the windowpanes like a physical roar, before he choked it back, remembering the man beside him.
The Evil Lord instantly folded his rage, bowing deeply to Luo Fan. "Young Master, forgive this slave's reckless and mannerless outburst..."
Luo Fan rested his fingers on the table and turned his gaze to the man. "I believe the message in that note is unpleasant, am I right?"
The Evil Lord stiffened, then nodded slowly. "Yes, Young Master... The Topaz Sect has informed us that they wish to cancel the proposal. I do not know where they found the courage for such insolence."
Even with the fury burning in his marrow, the Evil Lord forced himself to remain still. He suspected a secret alliance, or perhaps a new backer. Even in its prime, the Topaz Sect was a candle against the hurricane of the Evil Sky Pavilion. To act with such arrogance now was unthinkable.
"Tell me more," Luo Fan said calmly.
"The Topaz Sect has been in decline," the Evil Lord explained, his voice tight. "The Royal Family has been poaching their finest talents. They came to us begging for help, and I offered my hand in exchange for the Holy Maiden..." He hesitated for a fraction of a second.
"So," Luo Fan spoke up, his voice cutting through the Evil Lord's hesitation as if reading his very soul. "You knew from my subordinate that I was coming, and you sought to arrange a 'beauty' for my arrival."
"Haha... as expected, I cannot hide a single thing from the Young Master." The Evil Lord spoke with a faint, self-deprecating tremor, his pride replaced by a sheepish admission of his own transparency.
He cleared his throat, continuing with a more focused fervor. "In this land, the Holy Maiden of the Topaz Sect has been crowned the second most beautiful woman in the entire HuangSe Realm—surpassed only by my own daughter."
Luo Fan shifted his gaze, letting it settle on Ji Qingge for a fleeting moment. A gentle, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips.
That small sign was all the Evil Lord needed. He caught Ji Qingge's eye, a sharp, silent signal passing between father and daughter. She understood the weight of the moment instantly.
Ji Qingge moved with the grace of falling silk, kneeling before Luo Fan in a display of perfect, disciplined poise. "Young Master," she began, her voice a low, steady melody that carried the weight of a solemn vow. "Qingge would be honored to serve as the Young Master's maid."
She paused, her lashes fluttering as she lowered her head, carefully balancing her confidence with a delicate touch of restraint. "That is... if the Young Master finds Qingge worthy of the task."
She spoke softly, ensuring her presence radiated the quiet, submissive elegance of a girl who knew her place, yet hoped for his favor.
Luo Fan looked at Ji Qingge, a slight, enigmatic smile playing on his lips. "Of course. But understand—I do not tolerate laziness."
As night fell, a heavy, velvet darkness draped itself over the Cult's grounds.
Inside his private quarters, Luo Fan sat in deep meditation. The aura surrounding him was terrifyingly still, devoid of even the slightest ripple or fluctuation. He was a void in the center of the world, a point of absolute silence.
Slowly, Luo Fan opened his eyes.
In the dim light of the room, a flickering blue interface manifested before him—a crystalline screen of light visible only to his transcendent gaze.
✦ [SUPREME INVINCIBLE SYSTEM] ✦
✦[Host: Luo Fan]
✦[Identity: Young Master of Luo Clan]
✦[Bloodline/Talents:]
Transcendent Bone,
Primordial Chaos Body,
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✦[Cultivation: UNKNOWN (INVINCIBLE)]
✦[Mystical Abilities:]
Luo Clan Supreme Dao Art
Innate God's Spirit Temple (Talent)
Myriad Changes Demonic Physique (Talent)
Heavenly Devouring Demonic Art
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…
✦[Wish Authority Feature: Open]
✦[Warehouse:]
Weapon: Nothingness (Grade: Unknown)
...
As the full scope of the System's capabilities flooded his mind, a slight tremor ran through him—not of fear, but of profound realization.
"Wish Authority..." Luo Fan murmured, the words tasting of destiny.
The Wish Authority was power in its purest, most terrifying form. It was the ability to grant the Host anything: unfathomable cultivation, ancient talents, or the literal rewriting of reality. Through this feature, he could bend the will of any being and manipulate the world as if it were a mere draft in a novel, and he, the character, had finally seized the Heavens' own brush. It was a power that transcended the very concept of limits.
The Additional Configuration feature was even more surgical. It presented a dashboard of existence, allowing him to self-configure his own stats or rewrite the laws governing others and objects. He was no longer just a player in the world; he was its Architect.
Luo Fan focused his intent on the interface, navigating to his cultivation. With a single, decisive thought, he commanded the system to ascend him to the apex—the absolute state of invincibility.
✦ [CULTIVATION: UNKNOWN (SUPREME INVINCIBLE)] ✦
There was no violent eruption of spirit essence, no thunderous roar of heaven and earth. Instead, there was a terrifying, seamless transition.
Luo Fan felt his body and mind saturate with a limitless, invincible power he had never before imagined. It was a state of being that defied the laws of the universe. He felt that a simple flick of his finger could erase the concept of existence itself; even his idle thoughts carried enough weight to reshape the cosmos.
He was no longer just a cultivator. He was the end of all things, and the beginning of whatever he chose to create. The feeling was, truly, limitless.
However, Luo Fan did not plan to reveal himself as an Overpowered Overlord so quickly. He could remain in disguise, playing the part of the younger generation, and ascend his visible level only as he saw fit.
Luo Fan opened the menu once more and set his disguised cultivation to the Peak Void God Realm.
✦[Cultivation: Peak Void God Realm (Hidden)]
Though his aura appeared limited, he could still exert power exceeding that level with effortless ease. He slowly shifted his attention from the System to the void.
"Gu Tianlang," Luo Fan spoke casually.
The space before Luo Fan did not fluctuate in the slightest, yet a being emerged from the nothingness of the world with surgical precision.
He was a handsome young man, though his presence seemed timid compared to Luo Fan's. Still, he possessed a striking aura, clad in gray attire accented with black lines. His eyes shone gold, and his hair flowed long and white.
He knelt before Luo Fan with absolute obedience. "Young Master..."
"Go investigate the Topaz Sect and uncover the full truth of the situation," Luo Fan commanded.
After noting Luo Fan's shift in attention back to the System, Gu Tianlang bowed low and vanished into the folds of reality instantly.