"So this is the so-called Heavenly God Sect, huh?"
Void stood at the edge of the grand hall, his gaze drifting across the golden pillars and marble floors. A faint smirk curved his lips.
"The old man I defeated was their Grand Elder… seems like he held quite the position."
The hall was eerily silent. Not a soul in sight.
Void frowned. "Strange. Where is everyone?"
Just then, footsteps echoed from all directions. Dozens of cultivators in black robes appeared, followed by six elders draped in gold-lined robes that radiated authority.
"You arrogant brat!" one elder shouted. "You dare trespass into the Heavenly God Sect? You must have a death wish!"
Void chuckled softly, unbothered. "Ah… another group of old men. Do all of you live long enough just to meet me at the end of your story?"
"You—!" The elder's face flushed red with fury.
Void's tone sharpened. "That old man who barged into my home — was he really your Grand Elder?"
"Watch your mouth!" another elder snapped. "The Grand Elder of our sect was a legend — someone a mere insect like you could never touch!"
Void tilted his head, counting lazily on his fingers. "One, two, three, four, five, six... ah, don't tell me you're his sons? That would explain the arrogance."
"You insolent fool!" they roared. "For killing one of ours, you'll pay with your life!"
Void's smile vanished. His eyes turned cold — white as the void itself.
"Pay? You speak of life and death as if you understand either."
He stepped forward, and the air began to distort around him.
> "You worship names, titles, and dead legends. You call it faith. But I see what it truly is — fear. You obey the strong not out of respect, but because you can't stand being weak."
Leon's breath caught. The hall fell silent.
"Enough talk!" the elders yelled. "Disciples, take him down — and the boy!"
Hundreds of disciples surged forward, blades gleaming with killing intent.
Void exhaled slowly. "So slow…"
The world blurred. Motion slowed. Every flicker of movement dragged like time itself was hesitating.
A calm voice echoed in his mind.
> "Host, your strength is too high. Control it, or you'll end this fight instantly."
Void smirked. "It's been too long since I fought hand-to-hand."
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A Glimpse of His Past
For a brief moment, Void's gaze dimmed — haunted by flashes of another world.
Concrete hallways. Fists. Silence.
He remembered the cold corridors of his old life — a place where emotion was weakness and empathy was a lie. He never smiled. Never bowed. His classmates feared him, not because he was cruel, but because he was calm — too calm.
He fought not for pride, not for revenge… but simply because fighting was the only time he felt alive.
Even now, across worlds, that truth had never left him.
> "Power was never about victory," he murmured. "It was about freedom."
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Void vs The Elders
Void clenched his fists, the air vibrating from sheer pressure. "Let's see if you've got anything worth my time."
The first elder charged forward, releasing a wave of spiritual energy that split the floor. Void dodged easily, his movement sharp and fluid. He countered with a single punch — silent, precise — and the elder was launched into a pillar, coughing blood.
The others followed, unleashing attacks that warped the hall with light and thunder.
Void moved through their formation like a phantom — each step echoing softly, each blow hitting with terrifying precision.
He deflected blades with his forearms, shattered barriers with his fists, and struck with the calm rhythm of someone who had fought a thousand battles before.
In less than a minute, the fight was over. Four elders lay unconscious, their bodies battered. Two were left gasping for air, blood spilling from their lips.
Leon stood frozen, barely breathing.
Void brushed dust off his coat. "Old men shouldn't try to act young. Your bones can't handle it."
He turned to Leon with a faint smile. "Stay still, disciple. Your master isn't done yet."
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Void vs The Sect Leader
A sudden pressure filled the air. Heavy. Cold. Divine.
Void's smirk faded. "What is this… killing intent?"
The system's voice echoed softly.
> "Host, a divine presence has detected you."
Void narrowed his eyes. "Divine… presence?"
> "Yes. A being classified as a mid-level god. His divinity isn't complete yet."
Void tilted his head. "And you think I can beat him?"
> "Easily. Even your first Void Sword form could erase him."
Void chuckled. "Let's not make it that boring, then."
The hall shook as a man appeared from the shadows — the Sect Leader himself. His presence was suffocating, his eyes burning with fury.
"I've already surpassed my ancestors and touched the divine realm," the Sect Leader said coldly. "And yet… you're still standing after sensing my intent?"
Void smiled. "You talk too much."
The Sect Leader raised his hand. "Die!"
A blast of energy erupted like a tidal wave.
Void dashed through it, his movement pure instinct — fast, fluid, relentless. He weaved between strikes, countering with devastating punches that cracked the Sect Leader's barriers apart.
The fight shook the entire sect. Every clash between them sounded like thunder tearing the air.
Void's strikes grew sharper with each second.
The Sect Leader's form trembled, blood spilling from his mouth.
"You…" the Sect Leader gasped, falling to one knee. "What are you…?"
"Nobody."
With a final strike — a backhand so fast it cut the air itself — the Sect Leader's aura collapsed. His body hit the floor, unconscious and defeated.
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Aftermath
Void exhaled softly. "Ahhh… so in the end, I still win."
He looked toward the sky, his tone calm yet heavy.
> "People chase power because they think it gives them meaning," Void said softly, dodging a strike. "But meaning is born from emptiness. When you no longer seek… you finally see."
Leon hesitated. "Master… what did that mean?"
Void smiled faintly, eyes distant.
"Nothing for now. One day, you'll understand."
Then, with a soft laugh, he walked away — leaving the ruins of the once proud sect behind
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