The Falling Sky Sect sat perched on the edge of a vast chasm, its spires scraping the heavy clouds like claws tearing at the heavens. Founded centuries ago, it was once a revered cultivation sect known for its mastery of elemental Qi and rigid hierarchy. Now, it had become a fortress of fear and suspicion—especially toward those like Wang Chung.
Inside the grand hall, Elder Jian's cold gaze surveyed the gathered disciples. "The outer sect must remain pure. No room for weakness or treachery."
His words carried venom for those who struggled to cultivate, and none more so than Wang Chung. Rumors whispered that the sect's obsession with power led to cruel purges of those deemed unworthy.
Xian Yu's voice echoed softly beside Wang Chung's ear, "The sect is both prison and battlefield. They fear the Void Sovereign's return because it threatens their control."
Wang Chung clenched his fists. "They sealed me to keep me powerless, but the seals won't hold forever."
A young disciple approached, eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity. "Wang Chung… if you truly awaken the Void Palm, you could overthrow even Elder Jian."
Wang Chung's gaze hardened. "I don't seek to overthrow. I seek truth—and freedom."
Outside, dark clouds churned as distant thunder rumbled.
The sect's walls might be high, but the storm was coming. And it would break everything