The morning mist had barely lifted from the edge of the Demonic Beast Mountain Range when Ye Chen arrived. His expression was calm, but those who knew him could see the faint gleam of anticipation in his eyes. Today was not an ordinary day.

He sat cross-legged on the cold stone and began to circulate his cultivation method. the qi in his dantian roared like a river. The rusty iron sword that hummed with hidden power hidden in his robes grew warm against his skin — a sign that something momentous was about to happen.

The wall between realms dissolved, and his power doubled. Ye Chen opened his eyes. The world looked different now — sharper, clearer, as if a veil had been lifted from his perception. He stood up slowly, testing his new strength.

A figure approached from the distance — assassin from the Dark Hall. "I've been looking for you," the newcomer said, his voice cold. Ye Chen didn't flinch. He had been preparing for this moment for a long time.

He dodged the attack and countered with a palm strike to the chest. The clash of spiritual energy sent ripples through the air. Spectators in the distance covered their eyes as the light grew blinding. When it faded, both figures were still standing — but only one was smiling.

Far away, on a mountain peak/spaceship/deck that no one had noticed until now, an old man/a woman/an AI watched the events unfold through a scrying orb/hologram/screen. "So it begins," she murmured. "The real test is yet to come."