Even after the confirmation of the prescription and issuing order nexux didn't disappeared she looked at Huai.
Huai felt uncomfortable for no reason , he asked Nexus out of curiosity, " why aren't you going back yet ?"
Nexus looked at him said shamelessly in front of everyone, " citizen Shen Huai do you have more good things to share with humanity ?"
Huai and the members of the Serene willow sect looked at this goddess in disbelief. Serene willow sect members didn't expected that this goddess who was revered by the whole humanity of this plane is actually acting like this shameless with The sect master.
Huai rolled his eyes towards Nexus then said shamelessly to her , " Shoo ! Shoo! Go back to the headquarters...."
Nexus looked at huai the disappeared.
Everyone looked at huai and felt that their new sect master is really something,he even showed away goddess Nexus.
After confirming that nexus was really gone huai sighed a long deep breath. He looked at the members of the serene willow sect and said ,"let's prepare to leave , I'm giving you a week to pack everything from your sect then come to The Eternal Sect for registration."
"Okey Sect leader ."everyone said bowing their head towards huai .
Huai returned to the sect after that . He was sitting in his own courtyard .He already set up the great sovereign array to the sect , now no matter even is galaxy sovereigns invaded the sect they can't even pass the formation.even goddess nexus can't enter the sect without his permission even if she entered she can only see those things that he wants her to see.Today he didn't yet signed in so he thought of an idea, he wants to do the sign up in mountain to see what gifts he gets .
Standing atop the highest peak of the Eternal Mountain, Huai looked out over his modest territory as the wind whipped his white robes. With a calm voice, he commanded, "System, sign in." The response was instantaneous and earth-shattering. As the "Ding" echoed in his mind, the ground beneath him began to groan and expand. With the presence of Huai, nine colossal, mist-shrouded peaks erupted from the earth around the main summit, each radiating a distinct, ancient aura. These Nine Immortal Mountains locked into a celestial formation, instantly transforming the once-dilapidated sect into a sprawling, majestic mountain range that seemed to pierce the very heavens, draped in thick golden ribbons of spiritual essence.
The transformation didn't stop with the landscape; a cascade of golden light fell from the sky, manifesting the infrastructure of a supreme powerhouse. On each peak, magnificent structures materialized out of thin air: the heavy, metallic ring of the Weapon Hall, the fragrant mists of the Alchemy and Physician Halls, and the complex, glowing runes of the Formation and Talisman Halls. From the sharp, oppressive intent of the Sword, Blade, and Spear Halls to the refined elegance of the Calligraphy and Painting Halls, every conceivable path of cultivation was given its own sanctuary. Even more exotic structures like the Beast Hall and Puppet Hall rose in silent grandeur, fully equipped with state-of-the-art facilities. In a single breath, the Eternal Sect had evolved from a struggling 9th-tier outpost into a divine fortress of the Dao, possessing the foundation to rival the greatest sects in the Human Federation.
As Huai stepped through the heavy, obsidian doors of the newly manifested Library of Eternal Wisdom, the floor beneath his feet vanished, replaced by a boundless, dark void that stretched into infinity. This was no mere room filled with wooden shelves,
it was a great simulation of the universe itself. Above, below, and all around him, millions of glowing "stars" drifted in silent orbits, their light shimmering in hues of blue, gold, and violet. Huai realized with a start that these were not star bodies or any galactic phenomenon,
but condensed knowledge spheres—boundless volumes of secret techniques and ancient histories that had been woven into the very fabric of the cosmos.
The library functioned on the logic of a living galaxy. Massive, spiraling clusters of light represented different paths of cultivation, with the "Sword Dao Cluster" burning with a sharp, silver radiance while the "Alchemical Nebula" swirled in a chaotic mix of vibrant green colors. Smaller constellations were individual scrolls or jade slips, drifting through the vacuum like meteors. When Huai focused his intent on a distant, flickering spark, the entire star field shifted around him, the chosen "book" accelerating toward him until it settled in his hand, expanding into a holographic projection of ancient text and moving diagrams that whispered the secrets of the Technique directly into his mind.
The process of reading in this space was a transcendent experience that bypassed the reality of pages that huai was reading. As Huai reached out to touch a dense Galaxy of Records, the extraordinary pressure of billions of words washed over him like a solar wind.
To master a technique here was to commune with the stars; he could feel the temperature of a flame technique by touching its sun-like sphere or understand the flow of a water-style art by stepping into its beautiful blue water tides.
In this infinite expanse, the barrier between the person and the knowledge had been erased, making Huai not just a reader, but the master of a immortal library that held the techniques of the entire plane.
Leaving the immortal library, Huai descended into the Cultivation Sanctuary,
a realm that sat at the very heart of the Eternal Mountain's extreme point. As he crossed the threshold, the real world dissolved into a pure, white expanse where time seemed to stretch and warp. The density of the spiritual energy here was no longer gaseous or liquid; it had crystallized into a fine, shimmering "Spirit miasma " that coated every surface. The moment Huai sat cross-legged in the center of the sanctuary,
the entire room hummed in resonance with his Dantian, creating a perfect vacuum where the laws of physics were replaced by the absolute laws of the Dao.
The process of cultivation in this sanctuary was a violent yet beautiful refinement. As Huai inhaled, the crystalline spirit energy didn't just enter his lungs—it surged through his pores like liquid water tides ,
tempering his meridians of even the microscopic impurities left behind by his rapid breakthroughs. His immortal Core inside his chest began to spin at a frequency that blurred the lines between matter and energy, turning into a miniature white hole that greedily devoured the surrounding essence.
The immortal sanctuary responded to his growth by shifting its internal gravity, exerting a crushing pressure that forced his spirit energy to compress and temper itself, turning his Qi from a flowing river into a dense, indestructible thick liquid like substance.
As the hours bled into days within the sanctuary's distorted time-field, Huai experienced a "Unity of Heaven and Man." His consciousness expanded beyond his body, merging with the very foundations of the nine mountains.
He could feel the breathing of the forest, the pulse of the hidden ore veins, and the flickering life-lights of his disciples far below. When he finally opened his eyes, a burst of golden light shattered the surrounding spirit crystals, and the sanctuary let out a low, satisfied groan. He emerged not just stronger, but fundamentally changed, his presence now carrying the weight of a mountain and the sharpness of a sword, his cultivation base polished to a terrifying level of perfection.
Huai approached the summit of the Eternal Peak, where the atmosphere was thick with the scent of ancient incense and the hum of raw power. Standing before him was the Eternal Hall, a structure of such architectural impossibility that its golden pillars seemed to support the vault of heaven itself.
Above the massive, carved gates, a plaque radiated a soft, eternal light, the characters for "Eternal Hall" etched in a script that felt older than the stars.
As he stepped inside, the boundaries of the real world dissolved; the hall was not a room, but a boundless, dreamlike expanse where the ceiling was a swirling phenomenon of nebula clouds and newborn stars. Galaxies spiraled in the high corners of the room, and silent supernovae bloomed and faded in the distance, casting a shimmering, ethereal glow over a floor that looked like a lake of liquid starlight.
At the far end of this cosmic phenomenon sat a single, magnificent throne that radiated an aura of absolute sovereignty,
carved from a material that seemed to be a blend of dark matter and solidified sun-fire. Surrounding it were rows upon rows of smaller, yet equally elegant thrones, stretching into the vast horizon of the hall's interior. The space possessed a sentient, fluid quality; it expanded and contracted with Huai's thoughts, shifting its geometry to ensure that whether a single disciple or the entirety of the Immortal Realm stood within its walls, every guest would find a seat of perfect dignity.
This was a place where space was a mere suggestion,
a sanctuary of power where the grandest celestial phenomena served as mere decoration for the seat of the Eternal Sect Master.
As Huai settled onto the throne of the Eternal Hall, he flicked his wrist, releasing a hundred streaks of beautiful colourful light that fanned out across the starlight floor.
These lights expanded into figures of immense power, their cultivation ranks ranging from the formidable Nascent Soul stage to the terrifyingly profound Void Transformation realm. The atmospheric pressure within the hall shifted instantly, weighted by the collective spiritual presence of a hundred masters.
Each 'puppet' stood in a precise formation, their auras vibrating in harmony with the hall's cosmic energy, creating a defensive perimeter that could theoretically withstand a siege from an entire planetary fleet.
Descending from the throne to inspect his new guardians, Huai was struck by a surge of genuine astonishment. These were not the cold, mechanical fools or metallic constructed structures he had envisioned; instead, he found himself looking into eyes that shimmered with the light of consciousness.
Their skin possessed a natural warmth, their veins flowed with spirit-enriched blood, and most incredibly, they were actively breathing the ambient Qi of the room. To his utter disbelief, their Dantians were not static cores but living whirlpools of energy capable of independent cultivation. They possessed distinct personalities and the capacity for complex thought, making them less like 'puppets' and more like a new, loyal race of 'Constructed Humans' bound to his will.
With a sense of solemnity, Huai began the process of naming them and delegating the management of the nine immortal mountains. He bestowed the name Elder Mo yun upon a burly, stoic man tasked with the Weapon Hall
and named a sharp-eyed, graceful woman hall master Cui ye to oversee the Physician and Alchemy Halls.
One by one, he assigned duties , from the Puppet Hall to the Calligraphy Hall giving each an identity that resonated with their innate talents.
As their names were spoken, a golden seal of the Eternal Sect flickered on their brows, and they knelt as one, their voices rising in a thunderous, rhythmic vow of loyalty that echoed through the galaxies of the hall, signaling the true birth of a legendary powerhouse in this dilapidated western region.