Infinite Evolution: My Idle Evolution System

The world returned with a rush of sound.

Wind, fresh and cold, washed across Necro's face, carrying the scents of pine resin and mountain stone. His feet found solid ground, the polished jade tiles of the Sacred Azure Sect's outer platform, ringed by floating lanterns that danced on the wind. Beyond the railings, clouds rolled like white seas, parting occasionally to reveal jagged mountain peaks rising from the mist.

A semicircle of disciples stood there, clad in azure robes embroidered with the mark of the Sacred Azure Sect, each with a different expression—shock, awe, curiosity, and, in some, poorly hidden envy.

San Xianying, his robes fluttering in the cold wind, beamed at him, his youthful face flushed with excitement, his eyes bright like twin stars.

"Congratulations on passing every test, Junior Brother!" he said, clapping his hands once, the clear sound echoing across the platform.

Necro's eyes swept across the gathered disciples, noting the differences in their cultivation realms, from Foundation Establishment to late Core Formation, and a few who had the faint, heavy presence of the Nascent Soul Realm suppressing their auras, indicating deliberate control.

His own aura pulsed softly, the blue filaments within the multicolored corona weaving and settling, harmonizing with the vast sea of spiritual qi surrounding the Sacred Azure Sect.

San Xianying stepped forward, a talisman of white jade in his hand, and offered it to Necro with a formal bow.

"This is your Outer Disciple token, but given your performance, it won't remain that for long," she added, a playful note in his voice as he looked up, his eyes meeting Necro's calmly glowing gaze without fear.

Necro accepted the token, feeling the intricate array formations inside it connecting with the Sect's grand formation array, marking him as one who now belonged to this ancient mountain sect.

For a moment, silence fell again as the disciples observed him, the weight of the moment hanging in the cold mountain air.

Then a ripple of murmurs broke out.

"He really passed every trial… even the guardian…"

"They say even Senior Brother Duan Ming failed to shatter that guardian during his trial…"

"That aura… did you see how it moved just now? Like the principles themselves bending…"

Necro ignored the whispers, turning his attention inward, feeling the power of the guardian still settling within him, like a quiet song resonating along his meridians. The patterns of inscriptions, the adaptive principles, the shifting forms—they were all there, clear as day, waiting to be refined.

"Junior Brother Necro, please follow me," San Xianying said, breaking the moment. He gestured, and his flying sword floated down, the blade big and long, rippling with faint azure light.

Necro stepped onto the sword, standing with quiet balance as San Xianying did the same.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword lifted off, wind sweeping past them as the ground fell away.

They soared upward, weaving between tall pagodas and floating jade bridges, the structures of the Sacred Azure Sect revealing themselves layer by layer. Immense waterfalls cascaded down from mountain cliffs, forming rainbow mists that glowed in the morning light. Lotus ponds the size of lakes shimmered, their surfaces reflecting floating lanterns and clouds drifting above.

As they flew, Necro observed cultivation fields where disciples sat in meditation, surrounded by clouds of spiritual herbs swaying under the breeze. Martial platforms lay scattered across terraces, where figures in azure robes exchanged blows, each strike forming waves of spiritual energy that made the clouds ripple.

It was a place of cultivation, of growth, of silent ambition and hidden competition—a forge for those who sought to reach for heaven.

San Xianying glanced at him as they soared, his hair trailing behind him, voice raised just enough to be heard over the wind.

"You'll be taken to the Hall of Registration first, where Elder Yun will record your entry. After that, the Sect Master may wish to meet you personally, considering the… unusual circumstances of your testing."

Necro said nothing, his gaze remaining forward, the blue filaments in his aura pulsing gently. His mind was already moving, cataloging what he had seen, refining the principles learned, testing them against the concepts he had comprehended prior.

They passed over a massive courtyard where a stone monument stood, inscribed with names in glowing gold, each name carrying an oppressive sense of Dao intent. Disciples below were bowing toward it, some weeping, others determinedly clenching their fists.

San Xianying noticed his gaze.

"That is the Monument of Heroes," hee explained. "Only those who have made great contributions or reached profound realms within the sect can have their names carved there. It is the pride of the Sacred Azure Sect."

Necro's gaze lingered, but he said nothing.

They arrived at a hall built from blackwood and jade, a solemn structure perched on a cliff, surrounded by floating lanterns that swirled like gentle fireflies. Spiritual energy here was dense, pressing down like a heavy mist, testing the resolve of any who approached.

The sword lowered, and the two stepped off onto the polished blackwood steps.

At the entrance, an elder in flowing azure robes awaited them, long white hair tied back, a jade token hanging from his waist, and eyes that seemed to see straight through a person's spirit.

"Elder Yun," San Xianying said, bowing respectfully.

Necro mirrored the gesture, a shallow but sincere bow.

The elder's gaze swept over Necro, lingering on the blue filaments dancing through the multicolored aura that still surrounded him in a thin, imperceptible layer.

"So you are the one who shattered the Azure Guardian," Elder Yun said, his voice calm, but with a note of deep interest.

Necro's eyes remained calm. "It was necessary."

A smile twitched at the elder's lips, as if he found the understatement amusing.

"Come inside."

They entered the hall, which was lined with scrolls and jade tablets inscribed with spiritual runes that pulsed faintly. Elder Yun gestured to a low table where an ancient mirror rested, its surface a calm pool of silver light.

"Place your hand upon the mirror," Elder Yun instructed.

Necro did so without hesitation.

The mirror rippled, and lights flowed from his hand, forming complex patterns that rose into the air like living glyphs. Blue, gold, violet, and silver lights interwove, forming an intricate tapestry that pulsed with the essence of Dao comprehension.

Elder Yun's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly masked the expression, stroking his beard.

"Remarkable," he murmured, recording the patterns onto a jade slip with a flick of his spiritual sense.

The lights sank back into the mirror, leaving the surface calm once more.

Elder Yun lifted his gaze to Necro, studying him with a rare seriousness.

"You have entered the Sacred Azure Sect as an Outer Disciple, but given your Dao comprehension and the power you demonstrated, it will not be long before you are eligible for the Inner Disciple examinations. Should you succeed, you will gain access to the Inner Sect's resources, manuals, and the chance to enter the Azure Spirit Pavilion."

Necro's eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of the Azure Spirit Pavilion.

"Understood," he replied simply.

Elder Yun nodded, handing him a jade slip. "This contains the rules of the Sect, the locations of key training grounds, and the schedule for upcoming tournaments and examinations."

Necro accepted it, spiritual sense brushing over the surface, imprinting the information within.

San Xianying stepped forward. "Junior Brother, I will take you to your residence now."

They bowed to Elder Yun, who returned the gesture, before turning and exiting the hall.

Outside, the wind was colder, and the sky had turned a deeper shade of blue as afternoon approached, the sun climbing above the rolling clouds.

San Xianying led Necro down a winding path along the mountainside, past other disciples who paused to glance curiously at them as they passed. Some eyes lingered on Necro's calm bearing, his quiet, effortless steps, and the faintly pulsing aura that marked him as different.

They arrived at a small courtyard house perched on a ledge overlooking a waterfall that cascaded into a misty abyss. Bamboo swayed in the breeze, the leaves rustling softly.

"This will be your residence for now," San Xianying said, pushing open the wooden gate.

Inside was a clean, simple courtyard with a stone platform for training, a small meditation room with formation lines etched into the floor, and a bamboo grove that hummed softly with spiritual energy.

Necro stepped inside, letting his eyes take in every detail, from the lines of the formations to the faint pulse of spiritual veins running under the ground.

"It's sufficient," he said.

San Xianying smiled, his eyes bright. "If you need any guidance about the Sect, feel free to ask me, Junior Brother."

Necro inclined his head. "Thank you."

San Xianying hesitated for a moment, as if he wished to say something more, but then turned, giving him a slight salute before he left, the gate closing softly behind him.

Necro stood in the courtyard, letting the quiet wash over him.

He inhaled deeply, the scent of bamboo and mist filling his lungs, and closed his eyes, allowing the storm within to settle further.

The principles of the guardian swirled within him, weaving into his pathways, expanding his foundation, preparing him for the path that lay ahead.

Necro's eyes opened, glinting with the quiet light of determination.

He stepped onto the stone platform, sitting down cross-legged, and let his aura unfold, forming the multicolored corona around him.

Threads of blue light danced within it, resonating with the power of the Sacred Azure Sect itself.

Above him, the waterfall roared, the wind sang through the bamboo, and the world quieted as Necro began to cultivate.