The Rise of an Evil Sect Leader

The journey back to the sect was uneventful, though the group carried an air of silent triumph. Ye Tian led the way, Zhou Lie and Jiang Hao flanking him, their steps resolute. The spoils of the legacy were safely tucked away, their significance known only to them. The outer world remained oblivious to the true treasures hidden within the ruins.

As they approached the sect's gates, the familiar sight of the Inner Sect disciples training greeted them. Yet, the peace was short-lived. A message arrived from the elders—a dimensional rift had appeared.

"Every 3,000 years, this rift emerges," Elder Shen explained during the assembly. His voice echoed across the hall, drawing the attention of the gathered disciples. "It is both a trial and an opportunity. Only those who have reached the Qi Gathering stage can enter. Within it lie unimaginable dangers and treasures beyond comprehension."

The announcement caused a stir among the disciples. Whispers filled the hall as they speculated about the treasures and horrors waiting beyond the rift.

Elder Shen's gaze swept over the crowd before settling on Ye Tian's group. "Ye Tian, Zhou Lie, Jiang Hao—you three will represent the sect. Prepare yourselves. The rift opens in three days."

The days passed in preparation. On the morning of their departure, Ye Tian stood at the gates with Zhou Lie and Jiang Hao, each ready for the unknown. The rift had opened in a vast, desolate valley outside the city, its swirling vortex a chaotic mix of colors and energies.

Gathering Before the Rift

The news of the dimensional rift spread like wildfire, drawing sects from across the region to its location—a barren valley that seemed to pulse with ancient energy. The sky above the valley crackled with faint streaks of multicolored light, a precursor to the rift's impending opening.

Ye Tian and his group arrived two days before the rift was set to open. The valley was already bustling with activity. Camps were set up in clusters, each sect staking out their territory. Banners bearing intricate emblems fluttered in the wind, marking the presence of various renowned sects.

As the rift's presence grew more ominous, Elder Shen gathered Ye Tian, Jiang Hao, and Zhou Lie at the center of their camp. His gaze swept over the three disciples, his expression solemn and unyielding. Around them, other sects buzzed with activity, but within this circle, only the Elder's voice commanded attention.

"This is the dimensional rift," Elder Shen began, his voice steady yet heavy with the weight of responsibility. "A phenomenon that appears only once every three thousand years. It is a gateway to a world unknown—a fragmented dimension filled with treasures, dangers, and the remnants of battles long past."

Jiang Hao furrowed his brow. "If it's so dangerous, why are we here? What's the purpose of this venture?"

Elder Shen's lips twitched into a faint smile. "The goal, Jiang Hao, is simple yet profound: survival and opportunity. The dimension is said to hold legacies of ancient cultivators, techniques thought lost to time, and resources that could elevate entire sects. But make no mistake—the risks are equally great. Many who enter the rift never return."

He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. "As for why only three of you are going… it is not just about skill. The rift's energy has limits. Too many entering from one sect will destabilize the balance, inviting hostility from others. It is a rule born of necessity and tradition: only three may represent each sect."

Zhou Lie crossed his arms, his face skeptical. "And these other sects? Who are they?"

Elder Shen glanced at the banners fluttering in the wind, his tone sharpening. "Know your rivals well. The sects gathered here are not just opportunists—they are some of the strongest forces in this region, each with their own purpose and ambitions."

He gestured toward a group of pale-robed disciples standing in eerie silence. "First, the Silver Frost Sect. They are masters of ice techniques, their cultivation methods centered on the art of freezing life itself. Do not mistake their quiet demeanor for weakness—their strength lies in their precision and ruthlessness. One mistake, and you'll find yourself frozen before you can react."

He then nodded toward a cluster of rough-looking disciples wielding heavy weapons, their expressions aggressive and confrontational. "That is the Crimson Blade Alliance, a coalition of smaller sects united under one banner. Their methods are crude but effective, and their teamwork is unmatched. Expect them to band together against anyone who poses a threat to their interests."

Finally, his eyes settled on a group radiating an almost divine presence, their golden robes catching the light. "And there, the Radiant Sun Pavilion. Do not be fooled by their serene appearances. Their cultivation focuses on overwhelming power, like the sun at its zenith. Their techniques are designed to burn away all opposition, leaving no room for recovery."

Ye Tian's eyes narrowed. "And what about the rest? That group cloaked in darkness—what sect are they from?"

Elder Shen's expression darkened. "Them... They are an enigma. No name, no banner, only whispers. They are rumored to be remnants of a sect thought destroyed centuries ago. If those rumors are true, their very presence here is a harbinger of chaos. Avoid them if you can."

Jiang Hao exhaled, his gaze scanning the camp. "So, it's not just about the rift itself—it's about surviving these people too."

Elder Shen nodded. "Exactly. The dimension rift is a crucible. It tests not only your strength but your will, cunning, and ability to adapt. Trust no one outside this sect, and even then, remain vigilant."

Jiang Hao's expression was guarded. "these people are our competition. Keep your guard up."

But it wasn't just the sects' prominence that caught attention. Individuals with overwhelming spiritual pressure stood out even among their peers.

One such figure was Feng Jian, the First Disciple of the Radiant Sun Pavilion, a man with an aura so sharp it seemed to cut the air around him. His towering frame and twin sabers made him a commanding presence.

Another was Yin Xue of the Silver Frost Sect, a woman with snow-white hair and a cold gaze that seemed to freeze anyone who dared look directly at her.

Elder Shen took a step closer, his tone lowering. "You three were chosen for a reason. Ye Tian, your power is unmatched among your peers. Zhou Lie, your resolve and tactical mind are invaluable. Jiang Hao, your loyalty and adaptability will serve you well. Together, you must represent the sect with honor—but above all, ensure our survival."

The Elder's gaze lingered on Ye Tian, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And you, Ye Tian… I expect you to rise to the occasion. There is more at stake here than you realize."

Ye Tian met his gaze with unflinching confidence. "We'll succeed."

Elder Shen allowed a brief smile before turning away. "Prepare yourselves. The rift opens soon. You'll have two days here—use them wisely. And remember: inside the rift, you will be separated, scattered across its fragmented world. You must rely on your own strength to navigate the unknown and, if fortune allows, regroup."

As the Elder walked away, leaving the three to their thoughts, the weight of his words settled heavily on their shoulders. The dimensional rift was no ordinary test—it was a battle for survival in a realm where allies were scarce, and enemies lurked in every shadow.