In this world, all things that come into being must one day depart.
No one remains here forever.
So it was with the Ming Jing Men Sect… and the Liuguang Sect.
Their halls stood empty, their towers silent.
No chief, no elders, no headmasters remained.
Every leader, every pillar of strength,
had been sacrificed upon the altar of betrayal.
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And yet, even in such times, the Xuemo Sect showed compassion.
The common citizens of Ming Jing Men....
those innocent of any crime...
were granted shelter and protection.
But the Liuguang Sect…
there was no one left to save.
Everything was gone.
The sect lay abandoned, its glory reduced to dust.
The once-great Liuguang Sect Academy,
once filled with the laughter of students and the harmony of learning,
had become nothing more than a home for cold winds.
Only empty walls remained.....
monuments of silence.
The fate of the Ming Jing Men Sect was much the same.
Its buildings, its halls, its very streets
stood vacant,
as though they themselves were mourning.
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But perhaps… not all had fallen.
Far away....
beyond these valleys of ruin,
beyond this mingling of sanctity and devastation.....
a sect still endured.
A place where a single name still echoed: Lin Chaoyuan.
A place where deep shadows still dwelled,
and where an ancient, vast sect had endured
as though it had existed since the dawn of time itself.