Chapter Six: When War Begins
At that very moment—
far away, outside the Forbidden Land—
the sects moved.
Banners were raised.
Elders convened.
"The legacy has awakened."
"The graveyard has opened."
"And the one who entered… has not come out."
One name echoed.
Lin Chi.
At the top of a watchtower,
a masked figure smiled.
"At last… someone worth breaking the world for."
The First Banner to Fall
The Forbidden Land was not isolated.
It was a magnet.
From the moment the names stopped bleeding on the graveyard pillar, the sky beyond it trembled. The clouds split, and the first banner appeared.
A black banner, engraved with a metallic eagle.
The Iron Eagle Sect.
A second followed.
Then a third.
Five major sects surrounded the area within hours.
"We were late," one elder said coldly.
"But that's fine… no one inside will leave."
Deep within the graveyard, Lin Chi felt the pressure.
Not a direct threat…
but a declaration of war.
The legacy stirred slowly.
[Event: Sect Siege]
[Recommendation: Break the encirclement before completion]
Han Ruo tightened his grip on his spear.
"If we go out now… we'll face an entire sect."
Lin Chi smiled.
"Then we start with one."
He moved.
Not toward the main gate…
but toward the southern wall of the graveyard, where dead techniques had piled up.
He struck.
It was not a blow to the wall—
but to history.
The wall collapsed.
They emerged.
Right in front of them…
the Iron Eagle Sect's vanguard.
There were no words.
The confrontation exploded.
Lin Chi charged into their midst, his sword not gleaming, but erasing. Each strike left emptiness where a technique had been.
Han Ruo unleashed the Spear of the End for the first time.
The spear did not merely kill—
it ended the path.
Three cultivators fell at once.
Xiao Yin slipped behind the commander, striking a point no technique protected.
The banner fell.
[Minor World Event]
[Fall of a Second-Grade Sect]
The sky shook.
The Name That Became a Curse
No one celebrated.
The blood had not yet cooled, and the sky had already sent a clearer signal.
Within moments, the news spread.
"The Iron Eagle Sect… its forward division has been annihilated."
"The commander is dead."
"The banner… has fallen."
One name appeared in every report.
Lin Chi.
In the City of the Ten Paths, markets were closed.
In the major sects, vaults were opened.
And in the shadows, alliances began to form.
A masked figure sat before a stone table, seven shadows gathered around him.
"It's no longer just the legacy," he said.
"The boy himself has become a threat."
Another shadow laughed.
"Then we release… the envoys."