The sect night was still. Jade lanterns burned faintly on Sword Peak, casting pale halos over silent caves.
Chu Xuan returned to his chamber with The Demeanor of a meek disciple. To The sect,
He was nothing more than a boy who had just broken through Foundation Establishment, Diligently but unremarkable.
But The Truth of The void still echoed in His Bones. His Fateless Nascent Soul, Cradled within his growing Inner World, Pulses like The Heart of a Newborn Cosmos.
And Though Heaven itself had failed to mark his Existence,
Chu Xuan understood: cultivation at This level required more than quiet meditation.
His Inner World demanded resources — endless resources — to grow. And his single pair of hands was not enough.
He Breathed deeply. "Very well. If Heaven gives me no tools, I will forge my own."
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Birth of the Masterpiece
Chu Xuan's consciousness sank inward. Within the embryonic planet of his Inner World,
He began weaving Dao threads — not from manuals, not from inherited Techniques,
But from Pure Comprehension.
Essence of body, soul, will, and energy Merged.
The laws of Separation and unity intersected. Yin and Yang split and fused again, Birthing a cycle that Mirrored Creation itself.
And then, with a tremor of will, he whispered:
"Supreme Avatar Genesis !!! ."
Light Spilled from his body, Folding into a second figure that stepped forth from his shadow.
It was not a hollow puppet, nor a disposable clone.
This avatar's eyes gleamed with awareness. It could think, act, even Cultivate on its own,
Yet Remained Tethered to Chu Xuan's Soul like a star bound to its sun.
He smiled faintly. "This is not a system's mercy.
This is my creation, My Great Dao."
More followed. One avatar after another emerged, each stable, self-sustaining, and perfectly loyal — not puppets, but fragments of himself refined into independent entities.
They shared comprehension, but not weakness. They could bleed, learn, even grow.
This was his masterpiece, a Technique Beyond even Immortal worlds.
Where others split Their souls crudely, or Puppeteered lifeless constructs,
Chu Xuan had crafted living Avatars of Creation.
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Shadows Across the World
That very night, his avatars scattered like falling stars.
One drifted south, veiling itself in plain Robes. It entered a mortal village, kneeling before an ancient cliff.
On its surface, faded runes glowed faintly under the moonlight.
The villagers had Prayed There for generations, thinking it a sacred relic.
The avatar's eyes shone. In moments, The so-called relic Unraveled into streams of Dao. With a stroke of his finger,
He rewove them into the Heavenly Slaughter Formation, once thought lost.
Another avatar walked North, into the Territories of a Demonic sect. Cloaked in shadows,
He infiltrated their libraries. Scrolls that countless generations had studied with awe Yielded Themselves to his comprehension.
He stripped away flaws, reforged twisted techniques into pure divine arts. At dawn, The shelves still looked untouched, but the knowledge had already been claimed.
Far east, an avatar stepped into a forbidden valley.
" A Ninefold Spirit Lotus bloomed "beneath layers of illusion. Ordinary cultivators would have perished from The valley's Deadly qi.
But Chu Xuan's avatar dissolved the Arrays like a breeze sweeping dust, plucked The lotus, and sealed the valley behind him, erasing every trace.
To sects, to mortals, to demons, he was no one.
To treasures long buried, he was the hand of fate itself.
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The Weaver of Dao
Back on Sword Peak, The true Chu Xuan sat motionless, eyes half-closed. Yet within, streams of knowledge poured into him.
The avatars' discoveries — formations, scriptures, alchemy recipes, demonic arts — all flowed back like rivers to the sea. He did not hoard them. He reforged them.
Alchemy paths fused into World-Nourishing Elixirs, Capable of expanding his Inner World.
Sword dao manuals sharpened into the Celestial Severing Arts, able to cut not only flesh But karmic threads.
Demonic inheritances were purified, Reborn Into Divine cultivation laws without corruption.
Every path became a page in the Supreme Ascension Scripture, which grew ever more profound.
His Inner World resonated with each creation. Mountains rose taller, oceans deepened,
New stars flickered in its skies. His Nascent Soul, seated in its core, breathed in Dao essence like air.
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A Disguise of Dust
Meanwhile, in the sect, rumors spread.
"Junior Brother Chu Xuan has secluded himself again?"
"He hasn't left his cave in weeks. Such discipline at his age is rare."
"Master Xi Xuan must be satisfied. A disciple who lives like dust — no arrogance, no distractions."
Not one disciple suspected that while They whispered, dozens of his avatars were dismantling The cultivation world Piece by piece.
And Fairy Xi Xuan herself, though occasionally curious about her disciple's silence,
Never felt a ripple of abnormality. Chu Xuan's aura was too ordinary, too quiet. His Fateless Body erased suspicion like ink in water.
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In the silence of his cave, Chu Xuan finally opened his eyes. A faint, calm smile tugged his lips.
"The sect sees me as a child diligent in Meditation. The world feels only whispers in the dark.
But my avatars have already seeded themselves in every corner of This Realm."
His gaze flickered like starlight.
"They are my hands, my shadows, my creations.
Where I cannot walk, they will tread.
Where I cannot take, they will seize.
Where I cannot comprehend, They will comprehend in my stead."
...
He exhaled softly, returning to meditation.
Outside, the Jade Pure Sect remained tranquil. Inside, the Avatar Technique of Creation had already begun to turn the world into his silent treasury.
And so, while the Heaven searched desperately for the source of apocalyptic visions,
Their True origin sat quietly in a cave on Sword Peak, eyes closed, aura humble —
a Godly being Disguised as a disciple.
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