Chapter One: When Everyone Failed
The mountain fell.
Not metaphorically…
but literally.
Mount Tiangu split into two under the eyes of thousands of farmers. The cause was neither a beast nor a natural disaster, but a single young man standing at the heart of the裂, his sword embedded in the ground.
He was not the strongest.
He was not the highest-ranked.
He was simply the last one left.
The sky was red—not because of sunset, but because of explosive energy that found no law to restrain it.
The five great sects were present…
and all of them failed.
"Impossible…"
muttered the elder of the Azure Sword Sect, his knees trembling.
"He has broken the limits of the world."
The young man slowly raised his head.
His name was Lin Chi.
And in his chest, where a cultivator's heart should have been…
there was emptiness.
Just an hour earlier, Lin Chi had been a low-grade cultivator, bearing only one title: useless.
He had been sent to this mountain as a porter.
As fuel.
As something to be thrown away if things went wrong.
But things went far worse than anyone expected.
Deep within the mountain, there was a legacy.
A legacy unopened for ten thousand years.
And when no one was able to open it…
the legacy chose.
Hours earlier…
"Are you sure you want to go in?"
one of the Thunder Sect disciples asked mockingly.
"Even dogs know this place devours the weak."
Lin Chi did not answer.
He knew the truth:
If he returned empty-handed → he would be killed.
If he died inside → no one would care.
He entered the cave.
The darkness was so dense it pressed against the chest.
Then the voice appeared.
Neither male nor female.
Neither ancient nor modern.
"Everyone has power… and no one has the right."
Lin Chi froze.
"Who's there?"
The voice laughed.
"Wrong question."
"The right question is: what will you pay?"
A black panel appeared before him—no carvings, no visible energy.
Then the words:
Legacy of Forgotten Chaos
The only condition:
Abandon the known future
He hesitated.
Then he remembered how they trampled him.
How his name was stolen.
How he was told: you will never become anything.
He reached out his hand.
"I take it."
In the next moment—
something inside him shattered.
Not the dantian.
Not the body.
But the path.
Now – at the split mountain
Lin Chi pulled his sword from the ground.
The sects stepped back.
Elders.
Geniuses.
Bloodline heirs.
All of them felt one thing:
This is not a cultivator.
"Lin Chi!"
someone shouted.
"Hand over the legacy, and we will grant you the protection of a great sect!"
He smiled.
The first real smile of his life.
"Protection?"
He raised his sword.
The air tore apart.
"You… couldn't even protect yourselves."
The strike fell.
And the world split.
In a distant place…
A girl suddenly opened her eyes.
An ancient seal on her forehead glowed.
"…Finally,"
she murmured.
"The one without a path… has been born."
To be continued…