Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 622

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 622

Alex had never claimed to be a good man, but he wasn’t a villain either.

He understood that the Wudang Sect had its own ambitions—goals that did not always align with his.

Over the years, he had gained much from them: skills, status, knowledge, and a place among them. But none of it was enough to bind him here forever.

“I need to leave,” he said plainly.

There was still unfinished business waiting for him in Estoria.

The Sect Master studied him for a long moment before giving a slow nod. “If you become the successor of the Wudang Sect, you will be free to go wherever you wish.”

Alex hadn’t expected that answer. For a brief moment, the offer hung in the air like a door he had never considered opening.

“I don’t want to become the Sect Master of Wudang,” he said honestly.

The Sect Master frowned slightly. “Why?”

“This place is too small for me.”

Outrage exploded among the elders.

“How dare you speak of your sect so lightly?” one elder barked.

Even the Sect Master looked caught off guard. He leaned forward slightly, eyes fixed on Alex. “Do you truly believe Wudang is too small for you?”

“Very small,” Alex answered calmly.

The truth in his heart was simple.

He already ruled Estoria—a nation as vast as Xia itself. Compared to that, one mountain sect felt no different from a cage.

The Sect Master searched Alex’s eyes carefully and found no arrogance there. Only certainty.

A quiet breath escaped him, almost relieved.

“You are right,” he admitted softly. “You have already taken everything this sect can offer. Your path was always meant to mirror our founder’s—undefeated beneath the heavens. Wudang truly is too small to contain you.”

Gasps swept through the hall.

Even the elders, furious moments ago, fell silent at the Sect Master’s words.

“Still,” the old man continued, voice steady with pride, “you could become Wudang’s successor. Then step into Xia, conquer the murim and jianghu, and raise our name to the very peak of the martial world.”

Alex considered the offer carefully.

The fastest route from Xia back to Prussia lay beyond the borders, but those lands were crawling with soldiers and patrols. He still had not regained his full strength.

Returning directly to Prussia now would be reckless.

No.

He needed to return to Estoria first. He had to warn them about the coming war and stop it if he could.

Only after that would he search for a path back to the Empire.

And carrying the name of the Wudang Sect would open doors throughout Xia while giving him a layer of protection.

Alex let out a slow breath.

No matter how badly he wanted to leave, he still owed this mountain something for everything it had given him.

“I can give you five years,” he finally said.

“Five years is not enough,” the Sect Master replied immediately.

“Five years in Xia,” Alex clarified.

Understanding flickered across the old man’s face.

He nodded slowly. “That would equal roughly a century in this realm. Enough time, perhaps. But you must promise me something.”

His eyes sharpened.

“In those five years, you will fulfill the founder’s dream. You will make Wudang the undisputed number one sect in all the murim.”

Then he sighed faintly.

“Though honestly, that goal may take fifty years instead of five.”

“Five years is enough,” Alex said without hesitation.

The Sect Master smiled broadly. “I admire your confidence. Still, I would feel much safer with a firmer promise.”

His tone turned sly.

“If you fail to raise Wudang to the top within five years, then you will remain here and serve the sect for another five decades.”

Alex’s jaw tightened.

Five years he could tolerate.

But fifty years?

That sounded unbearable.

He already ruled a kingdom. An empire still waited somewhere beyond the horizon.

“I’ll do it in five years,” Alex said firmly.

The Sect Master simply waited, silent and unmoving.

Alex exhaled heavily.

“Fine,” he said at last. “If I fail… I’ll stay for the full five decades.”

The Sect Master’s smile widened with obvious satisfaction.

“Excellent. Then I will announce to the entire murim that you are my direct disciple and the official successor of the Wudang Sect. Your name will spread across all of Xia.”

At that moment, Alex felt the final door to his old freedom close behind him.

There was no escaping fate anymore.

In the days that followed, the entire mountain descended into celebration and preparation for the grandest ceremony Wudang had held in generations.

Alex stood at the center of it all as he was formally named successor.

He took his place beside the seven core disciples—the sect’s greatest young talents.

Some looked at him with admiration. Others with caution.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Alex said calmly. “In five years, I’ll hand this position to whoever wants it. I’m not interested in politics.”

Several core disciples who had once dreamed of becoming successor looked visibly stunned.

But they believed him.

Alex had rejected the position from the very beginning. He clearly had no desire to stay tied to the mountain forever.

Because of that, none of them truly viewed him as a rival.

When his name echoed across the peaks, thunderous cheers erupted from every direction.

Alex walked forward steadily toward the Sect Master as thousands of disciples shouted his name in unison.

The sound rolled through the mountains like crashing waves.

Never in Wudang’s thousand-year history had one successor received unanimous support from all thirteen peaks.

Usually the position belonged to Sword Peak or one dominant faction while the others reluctantly accepted it.

This time was different.

For the first time in centuries, every disciple believed Wudang had finally found the leader who could return the sect to greatness.

At this moment, Alex stood as the future master the sect had waited a thousand years to see.

The celebration lasted three full days and nights.

Alex traveled from peak to peak, meeting elders, shaking hands, and accepting the reverence of countless disciples. Music filled the mountains. Incense drifted through the air. Hope spread through Wudang like wildfire.

When the final banners were taken down and the ceremony finally ended, the Sect Master secluded Alex with him for ten private days.

Behind closed doors, Alex shared the profound truths he had learned from the first-rank inheritances—the flawless principles that had once made Wudang’s founder undefeated beneath the heavens.

The old man listened in silence, absorbing every word.

Then, the very next morning, the Sect Master shocked the entire sect again.

Without warning, he announced that he would enter closed-door cultivation for several years.

Until his return, all authority within Wudang would belong to Alex.

“This is absurd!” the elders exploded immediately. “You can’t hand a thousand-year-old sect to someone who’s barely been here!”

For the next ten days, they confronted Alex together in the great hall, demanding answers, questioning his judgment, and probing for every secret he possessed.

To Alex’s surprise, he felt nothing but relief.

If any of them truly wanted the burden of leadership, he would happily hand it over.

So he held nothing back.

With complete honesty, he taught them the highest martial arts and lost techniques Wudang had ever possessed.

The moment the elders glimpsed paths toward greater power, everything else vanished from their minds.

Politics. Authority. Pride. None of it mattered anymore.

Within days, every single elder locked themselves into closed-door cultivation, desperate to master the techniques Alex had revealed.

Alex almost laughed when he realized what had happened.

No matter how dignified they looked, cultivators were still cultivators. The moment they sensed a breakthrough within reach, the outside world ceased to exist.

And just like that, the entire Wudang Sect fell completely into his hands.

“Senior Sister Li Qingxue,” Alex called one quiet afternoon.

She turned immediately. “Yes?”

“I need you to return to my old residence in Qingshui City,” he said. “Under the floorboards in my room, there’s a small wooden box. Inside it is my storage ring. Bring it back to me.”

He needed that ring now more than ever.

If he truly intended to reshape Wudang into the vision forming in his mind, then he could no longer hide his real capabilities.

He needed the AI running at full power. He needed Gaia fully restored.

Inside the storage ring were dozens of dormant androids and advanced tools from Prussia.

With them, he could introduce technologies the murim had never imagined: precision blacksmithing, refined metallurgy, organized education systems, large-scale medicine production, and automated manufacturing powered by cold, flawless efficiency.

An industrial revolution.

One that would completely transform the martial world.

For the first time in years, genuine excitement stirred in Alex’s chest.

The mountain was finally his to change.