Rain washed over Azure Sky Sect like a silent judgment
The mountain peaks were wrapped in mist, spirit lanterns flickering along stone paths carved into cliffs. Above the outer disciple courtyard, banners bearing the sect's azure insignia fluttered in the wind — proud, untouchable
Below them stood Xu Yuan
Drenched.
Silent
Hated
He stared at his trembling hands and knew with absolute certainty—
He did not belong here
Not originally
His last memory from his previous life was painfully mundane: a dim room, the glow of a phone screen, and the final chapter of a 2,184-chapter webnovel titled Era of Ten Thousand Destinies. He had finished it at 3:17 a.m.
He remembered the ending clearly
Nine protagonists survived
One ascended
Countless side characters were crushed beneath their radiance
One of those names—
Xu Yuan
A minor sect disciple
Bootlicker
Coward
Dead by chapter eighty-seven
He remembered scoffing at that character.
"Pathetic," he had muttered back then
Now he stood in that same body
Alive
Cold rain slid down his face. It mixed with something warmer — humiliation not entirely his own
Memories surged
The original Xu Yuan had survived through flattery. He clung to inner disciple Zhao Han, mocked weaker peers, leaked information for protection. When Zhao Han eventually offended a rising protagonist and was crippled—
Xu Yuan lost his backing
Then he tried attaching himself to another genius
Failed
Died in a sect skirmish
Insignificant
The courtyard behind him erupted in laughter
"Oi, Sect Rat!"
Xu Yuan's shoulders stiffened
A tall outer disciple approached with two followers. Recognition came instantly. Liu Wen — Zhao Han's loyal lackey
"Well? Planning to grovel to Senior Zhao again?" Liu Wen smirked.
"Or has he finally grown tired of his dog?"
More laughter
In the original story, this was where Xu Yuan would laugh along, insult someone weaker, and re-establish his fragile place
But that script ended
Xu Yuan lowered his gaze — not in submission, but concealment.
He could not afford confrontation
Not yet
He was only at Body Tempering Fourth Layer
Liu Wen was Sixth
A direct clash meant injury.
Injury meant resource loss
Resource loss meant falling behind
And falling behind in an era with more than nine protagonists meant extinction.
Xu Yuan stepped aside silently.
The mockery continued, but he no longer processed the words
He was thinking
Azure Sky Sect
Eastern Sword Continent
Year 312 of the Great Desolation Epoch.
Three months before Lin Feng entered the sect
Four months before the abandoned Spirit Tempering Pond would be mentioned casually in a side conversation.l
A pond most ignored.
But beneath moonlight—
It strengthened bone density
Unclaimed opportunity
No protagonist interference
No Heavenly backlash
His pulse quickened
He had tested it earlier in memory. The knowledge remained clear.
That was his advantage
He knew future arcs
He knew who would rise.
He knew which caves would open, which elders would die, which treasures were misused
But knowing did not mean possessing.
The world resisted theft
If he touched a destiny-marked inheritance—
Heaven would push back
But abandoned chances?
Wasted resources?
Those were different
A faint pressure stirred at the edge of his consciousness
The Heaven's Ledger
Not a voice
Not a system
Just a cold awareness.
When he focused—
Faint lines of understanding formed
Unclaimed Minor Opportunity Detected
Distance: 3 li east
Condition: Moonlight Exposure
The mental strain was mild.
Safe.
For now.
Xu Yuan exhaled slowly
Step one was simple
Strengthen foundation.
Avoid attention
Survive until the first protagonist entered the stage
He turned away from the courtyard.l
Behind him, Liu Wen spat into the mud
"Run along, rat."
Xu Yuan didn't respond
Because in his mind—
He was already calculating something far larger
In two years, Azure Sky Sect would become one of the collision points of destiny. Multiple protagonists would converge here for overlapping inheritances beneath the Sword Tomb Ruins
In the original timeline—
Xu Yuan died during the chaos
This time?
He would not be there as cannon fodder
He would be prepared
Thunder rolled faintly over distant peaks.
Xu Yuan stepped onto the mountain trail, rain soaking his thin robes
His body was weak
His reputation ruined
His resources scarce
But he possessed one thing none of the nine protagonists had—
Foresight without favor
He did not need to shine brighter than them.
He only needed to endure longer
And tonight—
He would begin
Far above, hidden within the clouds, spiritual currents shifted faintly.
So subtle that even Heaven barely acknowledged it
A name once destined to vanish—
Had just taken its first step off the script.