Night draped over Pritampur like a velvet shroud. The stars above flickered faintly, as if hesitant to witness what was about to unfold. Deep in the western ravines, far from the grandeur of the empire and the eyes of kings and cultivators, a forgotten gate stood.
It was cracked, old, and hidden by layers of illusion and space-warping arrays. A remnant of a time long buried.
Priyanshu stood before it, a scroll floating in his hand.
[System Notification: Hidden Location Unlocked – The Nameless Sect Ruins][Warning: This location was erased from all records by Heavenly Will.]
The scroll had revealed its existence—one of the system's rarest quest lines.
[Quest Triggered: Restore the Sect That Shouldn't Exist.][Objective: Awaken the Forgotten Sect and become its Secret Master.][Reward: Forbidden Art – Heaven-Denying Sutra | +1 Origin Law Fragment.]
"This place," Priyanshu whispered, "was once led by a villain feared even by the heavens. No wonder the records erased it."
He pressed his hand to the gate.
A pulse of energy flared. The ground trembled.
The gate creaked open.
Dust and shadows spilled forth, revealing ancient halls filled with shattered statues, dark murals, and broken cultivation arrays that still pulsed with residual power.
A black lotus grew in the center of the courtyard. Alone, thriving.
Priyanshu stepped toward it and sat cross-legged. The lotus flared as his presence was accepted. The system confirmed it:
[You are now the Hidden Master of the Forgotten Sect.]
Suddenly, memories that weren't his flooded his mind. A master dressed in robes darker than night. Students with cultivation methods that devoured light. A sect doctrine that said: "Silence the world, rule from the dark."
It was him.
In a past life, perhaps, or a forgotten cycle—he had founded this place.
[System Notification: You have accessed sealed legacy memory. Timeline mismatch confirmed. Multiverse interaction detected.]
"Looks like even the heavens don't want me remembering everything at once," he muttered, clutching his head.
As the pain subsided, he looked around.
"This will be my true base."
Not the palace.
Not the academy.
But this—this invisible realm nestled between time and space.
He raised his hand, and the lotus bloomed.
[Sect Revival Progress: 1%]
[You may now recruit disciples and install forbidden formations.]
His eyes gleamed with anticipation. He would gather the lost, the hated, the discarded—and raise them in silence.
An army that no one would see coming.
A sect no one remembered… until it was too late.