Whispers ran through the sect like wildfire—quiet and hidden, yet impossible to ignore.
A cursed artifact shattered when Han Li mopped the Grand Alchemy Hall. A haunted mirror turned to sand the moment he wiped it. Even a vengeful spirit dissolved into a misty puddle when he poked it with his broom's end.
Elder Mu stood outside the cultivation chamber, clutching a half-melted relic.
"He… he just walked past, and it cracked?"
Han Li wandered by, humming. The elder bowed slightly without realizing why.
Far across the continent, a Sword Sect elder unearthed a forgotten battlefield sketch. In it, a man in plain robes swept blood from the Celestial Battlefield. Countless divine corpses surrounded him.
The sketch had no name. But the broom…
Identical.
"The Sweeper of Heaven's Gates," whispered the elder. "But… he vanished."
Elsewhere, a slumbering demon stirred in its seal and muttered, "That man… he lives?"
Meanwhile, Han Li stared at a moss-covered stair.
He raised the broom and flicked the moss off.
The moss screamed. It wasn't moss—it was an ancient cursed parasite. In one flick, its soul shattered.
Han Li blinked. "Weird moss."
The wind shivered.
Above, the stars shifted subtly.