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The Almighty Dominance Chapter 624
A young disciple noticed him first.
The boy froze mid-step, eyes widening beneath the transparent Gaia strip resting below his ear.
Then he dropped instantly into a deep bow.
“Greetings, Sect Master!”
The shout echoed across the mountain.
In an instant, hundreds of disciples turned.
Then thousands.
Like a wave sweeping across the peaks, everyone bowed together.
“Greetings, Sect Master!”
The old man stared in stunned silence.
Their movements were sharper now.
Cleaner.
Every disciple stood straighter than before, their qi flowing with astonishing stability and control. Even outer disciples radiated the confidence and discipline of former inner court elites.
He could hardly believe it.
Ten years ago, Wudang had been strong.
Now…
Now it felt terrifying.
A soft humming sound approached from behind.
The Sect Master spun instinctively, hand flying toward his sword.
A floating machine descended slowly from the sky.
Smooth silver metal gleamed beneath the morning sun. Blue light pulsed softly along its edges.
The old man’s instincts screamed danger.
Then the machine spoke in a calm female voice.
“Welcome back, Supreme Sect Master.”
The old man nearly jumped.
“What in heaven’s name are you?”
“I am an administrative drone operated by Mother Gaia,” the machine replied. “Vice-Sect Master Alex ordered all returning elders to be guided upon re-entry.”
The old Sect Master’s eye twitched violently.
“Vice-Sect Master?”
The drone paused.
“Correction. Current acting title: Supreme Heavenly Leader of Wudang.”
Silence.
Complete silence.
Far below, a disciple coughed nervously.
The Sect Master slowly turned his head toward the main mountain hall.
The ancient palace was gone.
Or rather… transformed.
The outer appearance remained recognizable, preserving Wudang’s traditional architecture, but now enormous crystal-like energy barriers shimmered invisibly around the mountain.
Spiritual energy in the air had become so dense it almost formed visible mist.
The old man’s lips trembled slightly.
“What exactly did that boy do while I was gone…?”
A familiar voice answered behind him.
“I upgraded the sect.”
The old Sect Master turned instantly.
Alex stood calmly atop a floating sword platform descending from the sky.
He looked older now.
Not physically—his face remained young—but his presence had changed completely.
His eyes carried terrifying depth.
Behind him floated two swords: one black as endless night, the other white as morning light.
The Life and Death Swords pulsed quietly at his back like sleeping gods.
The Sect Master inhaled sharply.
Even he could no longer sense Alex’s cultivation clearly.
That alone was horrifying.
“You…” the old man muttered slowly. “What realm have you reached?”
Alex stepped down from the floating platform.
“Still Foundation Establishment.”
The Sect Master almost choked.
“Impossible.”
Alex smiled faintly.
“I simply never stopped building the foundation.”
For ten years he had compressed, reforged, and reconstructed his cultivation endlessly using Gaia’s calculations and the enlightenment of the Limitless Sword.
Normal cultivators built one foundation.
Alex had built hundreds atop one another like layers of heaven itself.
His body had become monstrous.
Perfect.
The Sect Master looked around again at the transformed mountain.
Then at the disciples.
Then at the flying machines crossing the heavens.
Finally, he let out a long breath.
“…The murim is going to lose its mind.”
“They already are,” Alex replied calmly.
He lifted one hand.
A holographic screen unfolded into the air between them.
The old Sect Master flinched again.
On the glowing projection appeared dozens of reports.
SECT ALLIANCE EMERGENCY MEETING
SHAOLIN DEMANDS EXPLANATION
MURIM ASSOCIATION INVESTIGATION REQUEST
RUMORS OF DEMONIC TECHNOLOGY
SUSPICION OF FOREIGN CONTAMINATION
The old man read them silently.
Then he looked back at Alex.
“You brought Prussia here.”
“Yes.”
“You changed Wudang completely.”
“Yes.”
“You ignored every tradition in Xia.”
Alex met his gaze calmly.
“Yes.”
The mountain breeze howled softly between them.
For a long moment, neither spoke.
Then suddenly—
The old Sect Master burst into laughter.
Deep.
Loud.
Unrestrained laughter rolled across the mountain peaks.
“Hahahahaha!”
The disciples below froze in confusion.
The old man wiped tears from his eyes and shook his head.
“Our founder once said Wudang had become stagnant.”
“He said one day a monster would appear and drag us into a new age by force.”
The old man looked at Alex with blazing eyes.
“…Turns out he was right.”
He stepped forward slowly.
Then bowed deeply.
Not as a Sect Master.
Not as a superior.
But as a martial artist showing respect to someone who had surpassed imagination itself.
“From this day onward,” the old man said solemnly, “Wudang walks your path.”
Above them, countless drones crossed the heavens like shooting stars.
