On the third day after the disaster—
A crowd gathered outside the Mortal Sect.
Not cultivators.
Not sects.
Just ordinary people.
Farmers pushing carts.Merchants carrying bundles.Families arriving together.
The gate disciples were stunned.
"You… what are you doing here?"
An old farmer stepped forward and cupped his hands respectfully.
"We're here to join the sect."
The disciple blinked.
"…You want to cultivate?"
The old man shook his head.
"No."
"We don't cultivate."
He looked at the Mortal Sect gates with unwavering sincerity.
"But we trust you."
The scene was recorded by countless projection arrays.
Within hours—
The Immortal Realm saw it.
The Immortal Realm Trembles
Inside the Immortal Council Hall, the usual celestial arrogance was gone.
Voices clashed.
"Mortals gathering under a sect? That's insubordination!"
"But they haven't defied Heaven."
"They're simply… bypassing us."
That final sentence silenced the chamber.
Because it was true.
The Mortal Sect had not rebelled.
They had simply stopped needing permission.
Changes in the Mortal Court
The imperial court saw a strange transformation.
Ministers were no longer reporting political matters.
They were reporting cultivation progress.
A minister stepped forward respectfully.
"Your Majesty."
"During meditation last night, my spiritual breathing flowed smoothly."
"Would that… count as entering the first stage?"
The entire court watched the emperor.
Xiao Xuanyin did not laugh.
"It does."
He paused.
"But remember this."
"Cultivation is not a privilege."
"It is a responsibility."
The entire court responded in unison.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
At that moment—
The authority of the throne evolved.
It was no longer imperial rule alone.
It had become guidance.
Mortal Sect Upgrade — Public Doctrine
Su Wan stood before a massive spiritual projection screen.
Behind her, thousands of civilians and cultivators listened.
"Starting today," she announced,
"The Mortal Sect will not accept those who seek cultivation to escape responsibility."
"We accept only those willing to face the consequences."
She tapped her phone.
A new document appeared.
"Basic Cultivation Manual" — Free
Another followed.
"Risk Warnings" — Mandatory Reading
Then a third.
"Withdrawal Protocol"
The crowd fell silent.
Su Wan continued.
"If you realize cultivation isn't for you…"
"You may withdraw at any time."
Tears appeared in many eyes.
Because this was the first sect—
That allowed you not to be strong.
The First Strike from the Immortal Realm
At midnight—
A decree descended from the heavens.
Only one line.
"Mortal Sect: Disrupting the order of the Three Realms.You are ordered to self-destruct within the deadline."
Su Wan read it and laughed.
"Wow."
"Classic script."
Xiao Xuanyin took the decree.
Crushed it slowly.
"They're getting desperate."
The sky trembled.
Immortal enforcers descended.
Not negotiators.
Cleaners.
The First War
The bell rang.
Not an alarm.
An answering bell.
Every cultivator stopped what they were doing.
No panic.
No running.
Formation arrays activated automatically.
Civilians were escorted calmly into safe zones.
An Immortal enforcer sneered.
"Ridiculous."
"Mortals think they can deploy formations?"
His answer came in the form of a carefully marked formation talisman.
Su Wan's voice echoed across the battlefield.
"Watch your step."
The next second—
The Immortal was slammed face-first into the ground.
"What—?!"
"Human Realm gravity rules," Su Wan explained casually.
"And yes, we just upgraded them."
The Rule of Territory
Xiao Xuanyin stepped forward.
The world fell silent.
He did not attack.
He issued a rule.
"Within Mortal Sect territory…"
"Immortal enforcement is prohibited."
The rule solidified.
For the first time—
Immortal techniques failed to activate.
This wasn't rebellion.
This was system jurisdiction.
One junior Immortal whispered nervously to his companion.
"…Can we still fly?"
His companion tried.
He jumped.
Then immediately dropped.
Straight into a spiritual farm field.
Where several spirit pets began chasing him enthusiastically.
The entire battlefield froze.
Su Wan added helpfully:
"Oh right."
"This is our no-fly zone."
The Aftermath
By nightfall—
One sentence spread through all Three Realms.
The Mortal Sect had proven its existence.
And somewhere in the heavens—
The true enemy was finally preparing to appear.