The morning mist had barely lifted from the underground spirit stone mine when Yang Kai 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 spiritual pressure around him rose sharply. 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.

Light radiated from his body as the breakthrough completed. Yang Kai 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. Yang Kai didn't flinch. He had been preparing for this moment for a long time.

Spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips and shot forward like a laser. 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."