Chapter 1: The Vow Amidst Ruins
The northern reaches of the Great Wilderness. Snowstorms raged endlessly.
A shattered mountain stood silently amidst the blizzard, like a corpse buried beneath a sea of white bones—dead, desolate, and cold.
At the foot of the mountain, bloodstains had yet to dry. Just yesterday, a sect-wide massacre had taken place. The century-old sect once known as the "Heavenfire Sect" was now reduced to broken rubble. The Sect Master's corpse hung from the mountain gate. The elders' heads were nailed to the cliff walls. As for the disciples… they had either perished in battle or were captured and enslaved.
In a hidden stone cave behind the mountain, a bloodied youth in tattered robes suddenly opened his eyes.
His name—Lin Jin.
"Where… am I?"
His voice was hoarse, like gravel ground to dust over time. He looked outside the cave, saw the snow falling endlessly from the sky, saw the broken gate of the Heavenfire Sect lying sideways on the ground, saw the shattered sect monument submerged in a pool of crimson blood.
Lin Jin slowly sat up, pain ripping through his chest. Memories surged chaotically in his mind:
The original owner of this body had been a mere outer-sect servant of the Heavenfire Sect—mediocre talent, barely noticed by anyone.
And he—was a "ruined cultivator" from another world.
In his previous life, he had nearly attained the Void Dao Fruit, the pinnacle of cultivation. But in the final moment, a "Hand from Beyond the Heavens" had torn him from the river of fate. His soul was scattered. He perished.
Now, reborn into a world of cultivation, he found himself in a low-tier sect with even its most basic techniques incomplete and broken.
"…The massacre…"
He closed his eyes. Within his divine sense, echoes of screams, explosions, and blood splashing against stone reverberated.
That night, snow fell like ash, fire consumed the mountain, and the entire Heavenfire Sect was wiped out by a rival force—the Sunfire Cult—in a single night.
Lin Jin's throat tightened. He raised his hand, trying to circulate spiritual energy—only to find his body empty. His dantian was dry, his spiritual sea shattered. He couldn't even perform the most basic of energy-gathering techniques.
And at that moment—
A deep chime rang out in his mind!
[Ding—]
[Binding in progress…]
[Congratulations, Host! Successfully bound to the Ten Thousand Dao Sect Master System!]
[Current Objective: Establish your own cultivation sect!]
Lin Jin froze.
Then, before his eyes, a translucent golden screen unfurled, like the opening of a heavenly scripture:
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[Sect Name]: None (Not yet created)
[Sect Master]: Lin Jin (Current Cultivation: None)
[Sect Core]: Not activated
[Initial Resources]:
Spirit Field ×1 (Abandoned)
Spirit Spring ×1 (Dried Up)
Dao Scripture Fragment ×1
Broken Mountain Gate ×1
[System Prompt]: Would you like to create your sect now?
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Lin Jin stared at the screen. The blizzard howled into the cave, cutting like knives, but it was no match for the fire now burning in his heart.
He knew—this was a chance to defy fate.
"Starting from nothing?" He let out a cold chuckle.
"If this world has no place for me…"
"Then I'll create a world of my own."
Dragging his wounded body, he stepped out of the cave. Upon the cliff, the broken monument of the sect still stood. He knelt before it, touching his head to the ground three times. His voice was low and resolute:
"The Heavenfire Sect is gone, but Lin Jin still lives."
"From this day forth, I—Lin Jin—found my own sect here!"
"A new sect, named Jin-Tian Sect!"
"I will make this sect the greatest under the heavens—rising above all paths, dominating all realms, to become the strongest cultivation sect of all!"
The next moment, golden light burst forth. The heavens trembled.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! Sect successfully established!]
[Reward: Spirit Vein Fragment ×1, Spirit-Gathering Array Blueprint ×1, "Jin-Tian Body Tempering Art (Fragment)" ×1]
[Would you like to begin constructing your sect?]
Lin Jin raised his head. His black hair whipped in the wind, eyes burning with obsession and killing intent.
He gritted his teeth and smiled:
"Let's begin."
"I want to see—if a discarded outer disciple from a fallen sect can truly… place the entire cultivation world beneath his feet."
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✅ End of Chapter One