Reverend Insanity: Golden Beast

Question : how do you think a minor sect in central continent can become one of the top ten sect ?

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The day broke over the Northern Plains with a bitter chill that cut through even the thickest cloaks. Jin Xu and his teacher—advanced steadily toward the legendary regional wall known throughout these harsh lands as the Licorice Regional Wall. The wall's name was derived from its unusual hue: a deep, vivid green reminiscent of licorice, yet infused with an otherworldly glow. Massive and enduring, the wall stretched upward until it seemed to kiss the realms of Black Heaven and White Heaven, while its roots sank deep into the bowels of the earth. Its thickness and reach had long been a subject of awe and trepidation among cultivators and mortals alike.

As the two figures neared the immense barrier, Han Jue's weathered eyes scrutinized every ridge and crack along its surface. He explained in a low, measured tone, "This is the Licorice Regional Wall. It spans beyond what our eyes can see – reaching to the very peaks of Black Heaven and White Heaven, and burrowing far beneath the surface of the earth. Its power and mystery have protected this region for countless years." His words resonated with the silent majesty of the wall, its green facade a testament to the hidden forces that governed these lands.

Beyond the wall, a throng of mortal travelers could be seen moving steadily through the passage toward the Central Continent. Their figures, though small and unremarkable, moved with purpose across the barren landscape. The teacher paused and turned to Jin Xu, his voice dropping to an urgent whisper. "There is a group heading toward the Central Continent. Their numbers are sufficient to travel safely, and they are our best chance. I must not accompany you all the way, but you will join them. I shall meet you there."

Jin Xu's eyes narrowed as he observed the departing mortals. The promise of new opportunities in the Central Continent stirred something within him—a mixture of anticipation and resolve. Although he longed for his teacher's guidance at every step, he understood that the path ahead demanded independence. With a curt nod, he prepared to follow the group.

Before they could say their farewells, a deep rumbling echoed from the distance, drawing their attention to a massive shape emerging from the snowy horizon. There, towering against the backdrop of the fading light, was a giant hill-like beast. Its four powerful legs grounded it firmly to the earth, and its entire form exuded a primal, untamed presence. Most arresting were its eyes, which glowed with a purple, crystalline intensity that seemed to pierce the very soul. Even more peculiar was its tail—a long, sinuous appendage resembling that of a dog rather than the common ferret tail one might expect. In its overall appearance, the beast bore a striking resemblance to a giant ferret with a dog's tail, a creature both bizarre and formidable.

Han Jue's eyes narrowed sharply as he took in the sight. Without hesitation, he leaned toward Jin Xu and barked a terse command, "Go!" His tone left no room for argument, a clear directive to separate before the beast could make any further moves.

Before Jin Xu could process the order, the beast's roar shattered the cold silence. With a voice that boomed across the frozen plain, the creature demanded, "Is it true, Han Jue, that you believe you can escape Longevity Heaven?" The challenge resonated through the air like an accusation, its words dripping with scorn and menace.

Han Jue's expression hardened, and his eyes flickered with a mixture of annoyance and concern—not only for his own pride but for the safety of his disciple. "I do not fear the descendants of the weakest venerable of the Northern Plains," he replied coolly, his tone laced with quiet defiance. "If you wish to fight, then let us fight. But know that I will not allow you to disrupt my plans."

The beast, furious by his words, advanced with an intensity that stirred the very winds. In an instant, the environment transformed into a chaotic battlefield. The air churned as if the heavens themselves were caught in a violent storm. Snow began to fall, thick and unyielding, blanketing the frozen ground and adding an eerie calm to the impending clash. The beast and Han Jue, locked in a fierce contest of wills, initiated their battle with raw, elemental force.

Han Jue moved like a specter on the edge of a blizzard, his motions precise and calculated despite the fury swirling around him. With each motion of his arms, he summoned columns of biting, crystalline ice that erupted from the ground, countering the beast's brutal advances. The beast retaliated by lashing out with its powerful legs and clawed paws, its purple eyes blazing as it attempted to tear apart the stalwart cultivator. The clashing of power against power sent shockwaves rippling through the snow, and chunks of ice and rock were flung high into the air, crashing to the ground with resounding impact.

The area around the Licorice Regional Wall became a strom of destruction. The once-green, unyielding surface of the wall trembled under the reverberations of the battle. As the furious duel intensified, snow swirled into an almost impenetrable curtain, obscuring the battlefield in a flurry of white and blue. The beast's roars mingled with the furious shouts of Han Jue, and for a moment, it seemed that nature itself had been drawn into their conflict.

Amid the chaos, Han Jue's voice rang out clearly, a steady beacon of resolve. "Do not linger here, Jin Xu!" he shouted over the roar of the wind and the sound of clashing power. "Run with the mortals toward the Central Continent, I will meet you there!" His command was both a warning and a promise—a signal that his own battle was his burden to bear.

Jin Xu hesitated, torn between the instinct to stand by his teacher and the knowledge that following his command was essential for his own survival. With a final glance toward the raging battle, he resolved to trust in his mentor's wisdom. He turned and quickly joined the group of mortals heading toward the Central Continent, every step echoing with determination and the promise of growth.

The battle raged on without him, a wild dance of ice and fury that left the immediate surroundings unrecognizable. The beast's thunderous strikes and Han Jue's precise counters created a spectacle of frozen violence—each clash sending shards of ice and droplets of water cascading through the air like a deadly snowfall. The immense power of their duel was evident not only in the shattered ground and disrupted landscape but also in the silence that followed each explosive impact.

The creature's voice, when it spoke again, was a harsh command, "Han Jue! Do you truly believe you can outlast the wrath of Giant Sun Immortal Venerable? Show me your resolve!" It was a challenge meant to shake the resolve of even the strongest cultivator. For a moment, Han Jue paused, his eyes reflecting the cold fire of determination. Then, with a guttural cry, he advanced further into the heart of the battle.

Using his mastery of the Ice Path, Han Jue conjured a shield of freezing wind and solid ice that enveloped him in an aura of lethal calm. Each movement was precise—a testament to decades of cultivated discipline. With a sweeping motion, he directed a surge of ice shards toward the beast's flank, his skill honed by years of loss and hardship. The beast roared in anger and pain, its purple eyes narrowing as it absorbed the blow and countered with a barrage of slashing claws.

The clash was fierce and unyielding. The tumult of their struggle seemed to slow time itself as the elements converged in a display of raw, primal power. The world around them had faded into the background, leaving only the fury of their combat—a silent testament to the harsh truths of cultivation. The ground was churned into a mixture of snow, ice, and broken fragments of rock; the very air shimmered with the intensity of their power.

Amid the cacophony, Han Jue's voice carried clearly, a steady reminder of his unwavering will. "You have no place here, beast! I do not fear the descendants of the weak, nor do I cower before destiny's cruel hand!" His words cut through the noise, resonating with the promise of absolute control.

The beast's response was a deafening roar that shook the very sky, but even as it roared, it could not stem the tide of Han Jue's relentless assault. The duel continued, each blow a struggle for survival against the inevitability of nature's wrath. Snow fell steadily around them, a soft white veil contrasting with the brutal, hard-edged reality of their combat.

At last, after what seemed an eternity, the beast's strength began to wane under the onslaught of Han Jue's precision. With a final, decisive strike—a combination of controlled fury and icy precision—Han Jue shattered the creature's resolve. The beast staggered, its movements slowing, and then it collapsed in a heap of broken limbs and fading roars.

In the brief silence that followed, the tumult of the battle slowly subsided. The landscape bore the scars of their conflict: the Licorice Regional Wall shuddered as if remembering every impact, and the snow continued to fall softly, covering the devastation like a blanket of absolution. Han Jue, breathing heavily, glanced briefly toward where Jin Xu had disappeared among the travelers. A faint, approving smile crossed his face—a silent promise that their paths would meet again on the Central Continent, where the promise of cultivation and destiny awaited.