Path of the Sect Leader

My natal spark was bestowed by heaven itself,

A companion in fate walks the path beside me.

In carefree opposition, two halves become one—

With a single voice, I chant the Yellow Court.

In a boundless cosmos where cultivation demands the perfect harmony of three treasures—Spiritual Root, Natal Essence (the innate spark granted at birth), and Companion Soul (the destined twin-flame that shares one’s karma)—Qi Xiu, a weary thirty-year-old still lingering at the lowest breaths of Qi Refining, stumbles into the seat of Sect Master.

From a forgotten nobody with callused hands and thinning hair, he rises through blood, schemes, and impossible heavenly tribulations until he stands as a white-haired sage whose single glance can still the stars.

Under his hand, a crumbling mountain gate no wider than a courtyard blossoms into a Grotto-Heaven Paradise that makes even immortals lower their heads. Empires fall, heavens shatter, ancient beasts kneel, and proud sons of heaven bite the dust—yet the old man only strokes his beard and laughs, eyes reflecting ten thousand years like fleeting lightning.

This is the legend of one man and his tiny sect that refused to die.

A life brilliant as a dream, swift as lightning—yet vast enough to swallow the sky.

This is a fan translation of [修真门派掌门路] by [齐可休]. All rights to the original belong to the author.

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