News of Priyanshu's silent growth began rippling through the cultivation world—not in loud proclamations or flashy battles, but in subtle, invisible tremors. Unknown sects were collapsing without cause. Powerful cultivators were vanishing mysteriously. Forbidden relics were being sealed forever.
And at the center of it all, an enigmatic name kept surfacing:
"Shadow Monarch""The One Who Laughs in the Dark""Nameless Strategist"
They didn't know it was Priyanshu Yadav. But someone did.
Inside the Grand Temple of the Heaven's Righteous Path, dozens of elders from the most ancient sects sat in silence. A projection floated in front of them—showing a black-robed figure crushing the Root Sect's core altar.
"Who is he?" one of the elders asked.
"No name. No background. No trace in the fate net."
"That's impossible. No one can act so freely without heavenly restriction."
"Unless…" another elder said gravely, "he was blessed—or cursed—by something beyond this world."
Silence fell again.
Then the Grand Righteous Elder opened his mouth. His beard flowed like divine silk, and his voice echoed like thunder:
"We invite him."
"What?! Are you mad?"
"If he attends the Righteous Summit, we can gauge his motives. Better to keep the devil close than let him fester in the dark."
Meanwhile, Priyanshu was refining his Silent Dominion, embedding laws of chaos and order within it. His domain was no longer just a refuge—it was a testing ground for ideas the world wasn't ready for.
Suddenly, a scroll materialized in front of him, wrapped in threads of celestial qi.
[You have received a Divine Invitation: Righteous Summit at Heaven's Pinnacle.]
[Optional Quest: Attend the Summit anonymously. Gather intelligence. Test your influence.]
Reward:
– +400 Fate Points– +1 Righteous Karma Artifact– +Secret Technique: Heaven's Mirror Veil (Masks alignment, even from divine eyes)
Priyanshu chuckled.
"They want to see what I am. I'll show them… what I want them to see."
He activated the Heaven's Mask Technique, shifting his aura to resemble a gentle spiritual cultivator with warm golden qi. His eyes sparkled like the morning sun—pure, heroic, humble.
But deep beneath the surface, the true self—cold, calculating, untouchable—remained hidden.
In five days, he would walk into the heart of the world's greatest sects.
Not as a threat.Not as a villain.But as a perfectly righteous stranger.
And from there, the web of control would begin to spread faster than anyone could imagine.