Chapter 117: Overlord Fist

"Even if I hadn't come, the people from the Sect Alliance would have arrived within these few days. This Senior Wu Wanren is the representative sent by the Heavenly Mystery Sect. Knowing full well that I came to eradicate the remnants of the Blood-Slaying Alliance, your three Vice Palace Masters still chose to attack us; this proves that your Yanfu Palace has been completely hijacked by the Blood-Slaying Alliance. Such an evil sect is better off destroyed.

"Since things have reached this point, anyone present who is willing to stay may do so after their identity is verified. Those who are unwilling may send a representative to collect spirit stones shortly and then depart. By the way, your Vice Palace Master Wan Xingyun was severely injured, but I have saved him. He has already expressed his desire to stay and is currently healing in his residence. You may go see him. That is all; discuss it with Wan Xingyun and make your decision soon."

Liu Junhuai found Wan Xingyun in a corner of the inner palace. The heavily wounded man looked at him powerlessly and said nothing more.

It was only after Liu Junhuai explained in detail how the Blood-Slaying Alliance had infiltrated Yanfu Palace that Wan Xingyun realized the true terror of the alliance.

After feeding Wan Xingyun a Blood Lotus Pill and carrying him back to his residence, Liu Junhuai left him be and went to explore other areas of Yanfu Palace.

When Liu Junhuai returned to check on him later, Wan Xingyun seemed to have come to terms with the situation and carefully inquired about Liu Junhuai's future plans.

Following a detailed explanation of his vision, Wan Xingyun expressed his willingness to stay. Liu Junhuai did not give an immediate answer, telling him to meet with the other Yanfu Palace disciples first.

By then, the disciples of Yanfu Palace had indeed flocked to Wan Xingyun's residence, and Liu Junhuai’s group gathered to discuss the next steps.

Fang Keyin suggested, "Since we have occupied Yanfu Palace, we have a location to establish our sect. I plan to draw a group of disciples from Juechen Palace to help you, Junhuai, lay the foundation. Do you have any ideas for the name of the sect?"

Liu Junhuai pondered for a while and said, "My initial thought is to use the name 'Wanxiang Sect.' 'Wanxiang' refers to the myriad phenomena across heaven and earth, describing a vast and all-encompassing content. Don't you think our Chaos Space resembles this? As for the word 'Sect,' my reasoning is this: no matter how a cultivator practices or which type of techniques they cultivate, their ultimate goal is the unwavering pursuit of the perfection of the Heavenly Dao.

"The ultimate goal of cultivation is to seek the source of all things and the truth. As the saying goes, 'Ten thousand changes never depart from their origin,' and 'All paths lead to one.' Isn't the ultimate goal of establishing this sect to ascend to the Immortal Realm and achieve enlightenment?"

The group fell into deep thought after hearing Liu Junhuai's words.

After a long while, Fang Keyin said, "I think Junhuai's proposal perfectly aligns with the true purpose of a cultivator. 'Wanxiang' not only refers to the abundance of material culture and cultivation resources but also encompasses our thoughts and ideologies, while the word 'Sect' unifies everything mentioned. Wanxiang Sect—I agree with this name."

Bian Yanshan echoed, "The three characters of 'Wanxiang Sect' are grand and contain the true essence of cultivation, while also holding an air of uprightness and vibrant vitality. I like this name."

With the consensus of the group, the name "Wanxiang Sect" officially appeared in the cultivation world, signaling that this strange and formidable force had formally stepped into the world of cultivators.

Everyone in the Wanxiang Sect believed that their sect would rise powerfully across the Starry Heaven Continent and eventually influence every cultivator.

Under Wu Yaohan's guidance, everyone chose their respective residences. With Wan Xingyun leading the former members of Yanfu Palace to join them, the prototype of the Wanxiang Sect began to emerge.

At dawn, Wu Wanren returned urgently to the Heavenly Mystery Sect to report the establishment of the Wanxiang Sect to Xiao Qingtian.

Fang Keyin and his wife had returned to Juechen Palace the previous night to discuss the transfer of personnel with Palace Master Fang.

Liu Junhuai temporarily handed all affairs of the Wanxiang Sect to Wu Yaohan and Bian Jizhong, then took Mo Sitong into the Wanxiang Tower. Since the sect was established, setting up a protective mountain array had become the most pressing matter.

The old steward stood smiling at the entrance of the Wanxiang Tower, waiting. Liu Junhuai hurried forward to recount the events of the previous day.

After listening to the narrative, the old steward said, "The establishment of the Wanxiang Sect means the Tower Master has successfully completed this mission. I believe the Tower Master's wife has already told you; now, let us go and claim your reward!"

The three arrived at the treasure chamber. Pushing the door open, they saw a square green jade tablet hanging silently in the void.

Liu Junhuai reached out to take it, and as his heavenly consciousness probed inside, a thin curtain of light appeared before him.

Just like last time, nine jade tablets were suspended within the light, each carved with a number from one to nine.

Liu Junhuai said, "Last time, Sitong chose the fourth one, which earned me the Seven-Kill Finger. Let Sitong choose again this time!"

Mo Sitong did not decline. She said, "You have just established your first sect, and you will be its first Sect Master. Let's choose one!"

As Liu Junhuai touched the tablet, the other eight vanished into thin air, leaving only the one marked with the number one.

The jade tablet gradually transformed into a golden screen of light, with the words "Tyrant King Fist" shimmering at the top. Below were dense, minuscule characters detailing the internal circulation mantras of the technique.

Liu Junhuai and Mo Sitong’s expressions did not change much; although they knew every draw would yield something precious, they were unfamiliar with the Tyrant King Fist.

However, the old steward beside them wore a look of ecstatic surprise. His eyebrows furrowed tightly into a question mark, then smoothed out into an exclamation point, appearing incredibly endearing against his snowy hair, brows, and long beard.

The two did not disturb him, knowing the technique must be extraordinary. They watched the old steward with expectant eyes, waiting for his reaction.

Sure enough, after a moment, the old steward said in joyous surprise, "Congratulations to the Tower Master for obtaining another miraculous technique! This is not a simple attack skill, nor does it upgrade through mere practice. Like your Cutting Technique and Teleportation minor divine ability, it is the prototype of the Great Tyrant Dao Technique. Every increase in its power requires the Tower Master to constantly gain insight into heaven and earth!"

This time, the roles were reversed as Liu Junhuai and Mo Sitong were the ones whose faces contorted in shock, even more so than the old steward.

The old steward watched them playfully, seemingly savoring the moment.

Liu Junhuai asked with a trembling voice, "Does this mean I have mastered another minor divine ability? My luck is truly heaven-defying!"

The old steward nodded, saying with emotion, "You could say that. Generally, you have only just learned the technique, but with the blessing of the Other Shore Flower, you can barely catch a glimpse of its potential. Once you refine the Enlightenment Pill in the future, you will be able to truly master it."

Liu Junhuai asked, "What is the form of this technique?"

The old steward replied, "It is quite unique. When attacking, it manifests as a giant fist, fingers tightly clenched, with the thumb pressing over the eye of the fist. The joints are powerful and move as fast as lightning. With a single punch, heaven and earth crumble, and spiritual energy collapses. This is only at the minor divine ability stage; when fully realized, it contains the dual, extreme forces of the Kingly Way and the Tyrant Way, sufficient to destroy heaven and earth."

Liu Junhuai was mesmerized. Mo Sitong gently wiped a trail of moisture from the corner of his mouth.

The old steward continued, "What supports this giant fist is not entirely true essence, but rather relies on the transformations of divine abilities. It ignores the various restraints in the void of space, borrowing the power of the natural laws of heaven and earth, as well as the life-lines of the Dao patterns. No matter how strong the physical body or true essence, nothing can withstand it!"

Liu Junhuai was lost in the imagination of the Tyrant King Fist’s majestic power, unaware that saliva was again dripping from his mouth. Mo Sitong wiped it away and pinched his arm hard, snapping him back to reality.

Scratching his head in embarrassment, Liu Junhuai laughed, "Can I start practicing now?"

Seeing the old steward nod, Liu Junhuai probed the golden screen of light with his heavenly consciousness. With a soft "whoosh," the light condensed into a beam and shot into his sea of consciousness. Immediately, an ocean of characters rose up; as they merged, a complete set of techniques was integrated into his mind, wrapped in the golden light of the Heavenly Eye and left to gestate silently.

The old steward then took out two Other Shore Flowers and handed them to the two.

Liu Junhuai saw Mo Sitong’s confused look and said, "The old steward wants you to take one as well. It will help with your perception. I have plenty more."

The old steward added, "Do not take them now. Tower Master, go to the Training Space, and Tower Master's wife, go to the Alchemy Room!"

The two obeyed and departed. The old steward followed Mo Sitong to the Alchemy Room, while Liu Junhuai entered the Training Space alone.

After consuming the Other Shore Flower, Liu Junhuai felt a vast, desolate, archaic aura. He hurriedly recited the mantras for the Tyrant King Fist, and the characters in his sea of consciousness began to arrange themselves in order.

The archaic aura slowly seeped into the alignment of the characters, and the ocean of mental power formed by them began to slowly consume it.

The process was incredibly slow. Bored, Liu Junhuai decided to use his heavenly consciousness to probe the ocean of mental power and identify each character.

Unexpectedly, this unconscious act caused the golden sphere in his sea of consciousness to link with the ocean of characters.

Threads of golden heavenly consciousness poured into the ocean, while a primitive aura from the golden sphere seeped into it.

This unexpected combination caused Liu Junhuai no discomfort, so he let them operate freely and began reciting the characters even faster.

In the Time Array, there was no sense of passing time. Liu Junhuai did not know how long had passed when the golden sphere in his sea of consciousness suddenly began to tremble violently, making his hair stand on end and leaving him feeling flustered.

The violent vibration caused the golden sphere to spin at an accelerated rate, throwing his sea of consciousness into chaos, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

With a loud boom, his mental power suddenly collapsed, and Liu Junhuai instantly fell unconscious.