There stood an old man, wearing a long purple garment with flowing sleeves. His face was hidden beneath a hood, but his teeth were visible—yellowed and stained with blood.
He stared forward. Behind him stood another man.
This second man looked strangely beautiful—both feminine and masculine at the same time.
His face was pale white, and his long eyelashes were elegant yet sharp, giving him a strangely captivating presence. His eyes were pure white—soft, almost cute… yet piercing.
His hair was messy and curly, tied back with a headband.
He wore a black-and-white tunic, simple yet refined. Beneath his palm lay a strange black liquid, slowly shifting and covering his hand.
The two of them descended from the air, flying side by side.
Ahead of them sat a man atop an ancient artifact, leaning forward slightly.
"Oh? Isn't this the stupid old man… and Mr. Prodigy?"
He laughed loudly.
"Ahahaha! The funny duo is back!"
The two approached and bowed respectfully.
This man was a Sage Artist—clearly more powerful than the mysterious old man and perhaps even stronger than the beautiful man beside him.
He looked at the silent man with interest and spoke again.
"So, what's your name, handsome man? I've been hearing about a 'Liquid Realm Immortal.' They say he killed ten Sage Artists at Stage Five… while only being Stage Four."
He leaned forward, eyes gleaming.
"A feat not even I could accomplish. So… what's your name?"
The old man smiled and spoke instead.
"Sorry, lad. This old man here cannot speak. He has mutism and communicates only through hand signs, Sir Rou Wei."
The young man's expression turned to shock.
"Oh? That makes him even cooler!"
The immortals behind him smiled, some even chuckling, finding the situation amusing.
The young aldut man name Rou Wei stepped forward, smiling warmly, and descended toward the silent man.
He bowed slightly.
"I am Rou Wei, leader of the Second State of the Nine Inheritance Tribe Sect… and its most trusted commander."
The old man turned toward the silent youth and began translating his hand signs.
"He says his name is Rou Wei. He wishes to know you better."
The young man frowned slightly and began signing rapidly.
The old man scratched his head awkwardly.
As
Then the young man show his own handsign
"Uh… you forgot to tell him my name
Embarrassed, the old man turned back.
"His name is Tensei Jin… and he wishes to know you better… so that you may serve his ideals."
Rou Wei smiled and extended his hand.
"Nice to meet you."
The old man beside Tensei Jin tried to interpret, but Tensei Jin simply nodded and shook Rou Wei's hand.
Then, suddenly—
Tensei Jin raised a finger and moved it at incredible speed.
A strange liquid appeared in the air, forming shapes… letters…
Then words.
"Nice to meet you too. I am searching for a true cultivator—one worthy of standing beside me. You fit that ideal… though you are still very weak."
…
Seven hundred years ago
Fourth Continent
Nameless Valley
At the heart of the valley lay a vast red desert, soaked in blood. Pools of crimson liquid flowed across the land like rivers.
On top of a massive dune lay countless corpses—peak artists reduced to shredded flesh.
Behind the bodies stood three towering mountains, their surfaces covered in grass and soil, eerily calm compared to the carnage below.
At the center stood a massive throne made of stone and wood, drenched in the stench of blood.
Seated upon it was a man whose presence alone suffocated the air.
He wore thin, silver armor—clean, flawless, and surprisingly light. His pauldrons and chest plate shone faintly, untouched despite the battlefield.
His face was sharp and defined. His eyes were like blades. His long red hair, soaked in blood, flowed down to his waist.
But—
A spear had pierced through his chest.
Cracks spread across his armor where the weapon had struck. Blood dripped slowly from the corner of his mouth.
He spoke weakly.
"…Chaos… Chaos… Chaos…"
His voice trembled.
"Oh, Mortal Ruler… after millions of years of searching for a way to escape this world and find you… we thought you had abandoned us…"
He looked up at the sky, gripping the liquid spear embedded in his chest.
"But instead… you sent your split soul to me… so I would continue to suffer!"
His voice broke.
"Ah… may Chaos take the—"
Suddenly—
Something appeared at his feet.
A young man, half-naked, wrapped in strange spider-like energy. His body was contained within a cocoon-like sphere, pulsing faintly.
Inside… was Tensei Jin.
His eyes slowly opened.
He looked forward.
The sphere suddenly burst like a balloon.
He collapsed to the ground, gasping for air as his body returned to normal size.
Breathing heavily, he stood up, trembling in confusion.
Then he saw it—
The man pierced by a liquid spear.
The red-haired man raised his head slightly.
"Mortal Ruler's split soul… so the plan has finally begun…"
Tensei Jin tried to speak—
But no sound came out.
His eyes widened. He grabbed his throat, panic rising, tears forming as he struggled to force out a voice that didn't exist.
The man on the throne stared at him with an ugly expression.
"It seems… you cannot speak."
The middle age man sight simple
But don't worry lad
You would understand why we the nine inheritance tribe are the strongest and most poweruflll sect throught history only sadly left behind by
Sovereign apex clan