The morning mist had barely lifted from the ancient ruins deep in the forbidden zone when Qin 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. a warm current spread from his core to his limbs. The mysterious black cauldron hidden in his robes grew warm against his skin — a sign that something momentous was about to happen.

His aura exploded outward as he stepped into the next realm. Qin 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 — corrupt deacon embezzling spirit stones. "I've been looking for you," the newcomer said, his voice cold. Qin Chen didn't flinch. He had been preparing for this moment for a long time.

A blade of pure qi slashed through the air, cutting the stone pillar in half. 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."