Infinite Evolution: My Idle Evolution System

Necro's steps were measured as he left the Pavilion, each footfall a quiet affirmation of the rhythm he had found within the Virtual Battlefield. The dawn breeze shifted across the Sect's terraces, carrying the scent of pine resin and wet earth, the lanterns guttering as the wind tugged at their flames. Mist still clung to the lower paths, swirling around Necro's ankles as he moved.

His mind replayed the rhythm he had touched within the simulation, the subtle pattern beneath combat's chaos, and he felt the Green Lotus within his dantian pulse gently, almost approvingly, as if urging him onward.

[System Notification: Personalized Martial Art Creation Quest Active.]

[Objective: Create a Martial Art Technique Aligned with Your Comprehended Daos.]

Necro paused, standing at the edge of the terrace overlooking the valley below, the mountains standing watch as dawn light split the horizon into soft golds and fading purples. Clouds shifted around the peaks like slow waves, their edges tinted with dawn fire.

How does one create a martial art?

It wasn't a question of techniques or movements alone. It was the art of embodying intent, of weaving Dao into action so fully that each movement became a cultivation method, every breath a further step toward enlightenment and power.

Necro closed his eyes, sinking his awareness inward. The Dao fragments within him—Flow, Persistence, Rhythm—pulsed like quiet stars in the sea of his spiritual perception. He let their principles flow through him.

Flow was the gentle curve of a river around a boulder, the yielding of water that overcame stone without force.

Persistence was the slow growth of a root splitting rock, the steady heartbeat that never faltered.

Rhythm was the rise and fall of wind, the shifting of clouds, the pattern within chaos that governed all cycles.

He felt them weaving together, their principles aligning within him as if inviting him to act, to test, to learn.

Necro exhaled softly and descended the stone steps, leaving the terraces behind as he made his way to one of the Sect's secluded training grounds. It was a place he often came to train in the hours before dawn, when the world was quiet enough for the whisper of intent to be heard.

The training ground lay in a clearing among ancient pines, the ground covered with packed earth and patches of grass. Dew glistened on the blades, reflecting the pale morning light as Necro stepped into the center of the clearing.

He closed his eyes again, letting the world around him fade until only the quiet remained, the beating of his heart steady in his ears.

Then he moved.

At first, it was nothing more than a simple step, the shifting of weight as he let the Dao of Flow guide him, allowing his body to follow the natural currents in the air, the quiet wind rustling the pines around him.

He raised his arm in a slow arc, feeling the weight of it, the tension in muscle and tendon, the release as the movement completed.

The Dao of Persistence resonated beneath the motion, urging him not to stop, to continue moving, to allow each action to build upon the last, to carry forward the momentum without hesitation.

Necro's foot swept across the ground, kicking up a thin arc of dew as he spun lightly, letting the Dao of Rhythm guide the timing of his steps, the pause before the next movement, the subtle acceleration as he completed the turn.

His movements became a dance, a quiet, measured dance that was neither form nor formlessness, neither attack nor defense. It was simply motion, aligned with intent, driven by the principles he had gathered.

Necro struck out with a palm, the air parting around his hand as he extended it forward, then pulled it back in a smooth, flowing motion that transitioned into a sweep of his arm, his body shifting with the movement, guiding the flow rather than forcing it.

He felt it then—a resonance, like the quiet ringing of a bell struck in the distance, echoing within him.

[System Notification: Martial Art Creation Progress – 20%]

[Alignment with Dao Principles Detected.]

Necro did not stop. He moved through the clearing, the dawn wind shifting around him, the scent of pine sharp in the air. Each step became a breath, each breath a step, the cycle unbroken as he allowed himself to lose the sense of self, to simply become the motion.

His strikes were precise, his footwork light yet firm, shifting between advancing and retreating with the subtle rhythm of the world around him.

When the breeze paused, so did he. When it picked up again, he moved with it.

He fell into the pattern, the subtle cycle that underlay all things, and allowed it to guide him.

Minutes passed. Then an hour. The sky lightened as dawn claimed the mountains, washing the clearing with soft gold and pale blue. Birds began to sing among the branches, their songs weaving into the rhythm of Necro's movements.

[System Notification: Martial Art Creation Progress – 50%]

[Provisional Martial Art Name: Lotus Flow Step]

Necro opened his eyes, the glow of spiritual light flickering in their depths as he felt the alignment solidify within him. He could see the pathways now, the subtle lines of force that each step and strike followed, the flow of qi within his body weaving into the movements, reinforcing them, evolving with them.

It was not enough to simply move.

Now, he needed to test it.

Necro inhaled, letting the last of the dawn air fill his lungs, before he moved back toward the Sect's Combat Pavilion. The disciples had begun their morning drills, the sound of strikes on training posts and the low hum of activated formations filling the mountain air.

Some glanced at Necro as he passed, nodding in greeting or in quiet respect, recognizing the jade token on his belt and the calm, steady aura that followed him like a shadow.

He returned to the Pavilion, swiping his token again as he approached the Virtual Battlefield interface.

[Virtual Battlefield: Custom Training Simulation]

[Objective: Refine Personalized Martial Art]

[Scenario: Multi-Opponent Combat – Adaptive AI]

The world shifted once more, the quiet darkness of the Pavilion replaced by a circular arena under a vast sky, the stone floor etched with shifting formation lines that pulsed with faint light.

Figures appeared around him—six in total, each clad in Sect robes, each wielding different weapons, their auras resonating at the peak of Foundation Establishment, with the precision of advanced AI simulations designed to push disciples to their limits.

Necro took a slow breath.

Then he moved.

The first opponent struck, a spear thrusting toward him with sharp precision. Necro stepped aside, flowing with the motion, letting the strike pass by him as he pivoted, his robe fluttering with the displaced air.

His hand lashed out, striking the opponent's wrist with a soft but precise motion, deflecting the spear and using the opponent's momentum to unbalance him.

Another attacker closed in, blades flashing in the light, cutting arcs toward Necro's shoulders. He stepped forward, inside the range of the blades, his body bending with the strike as he let the Dao of Flow guide him around the attack, his palm striking the opponent's chest with a focused burst of qi.

The air pulsed around him as spiritual energy clashed, the formation lines on the ground flaring as they absorbed the shockwaves.

Necro's movements were not a flurry of attacks, nor a rigid form. They were alive, each strike and step connected to the next, each breath guiding the flow of qi within him, each heartbeat aligning with the rhythm of the battle.

[System Notification: Martial Art Refinement Progress – 70%]

The opponents adapted, their movements becoming sharper, their strikes more coordinated. Two attacked from opposite sides, blades and fists aimed at Necro's vital points.

Necro's eyes sharpened as he felt the rhythm within the chaos. He ducked low, sliding beneath a blade, his hand striking the ground to propel himself upward, twisting in the air to avoid a punch aimed at his back. He landed lightly, his foot sweeping out in a low arc that caught the attacking blade user's ankle, sending him crashing to the ground.

The other attacker struck with a palm strike, spiritual light flaring around his hand.

Necro met the strike with his own, their palms colliding with a crack of spiritual force, the air rippling around them. He felt the force of the attack, the momentum behind it, and allowed it to pass through him, redirecting it with a subtle shift of his wrist, sending the attacker stumbling forward.

He moved with the Dao of Flow, endured with the Dao of Persistence, and struck with the Dao of Rhythm, each movement aligned with the principles he had gathered, each clash refining his technique.

Minutes passed as the battle continued, the simulated opponents pressing him from all sides, their attacks unrelenting, testing every weakness, every flaw.

Necro adapted, moving with the rhythm, his strikes becoming sharper, his movements more precise, the Lotus Flow Step evolving with each exchange.

Then, in a moment of stillness within the chaos, he felt the alignment settle into place.

[System Notification: Martial Art Creation Complete.]

[Martial Art: Lotus Flow Step (Foundation Grade – Evolving).]

[Aligned Daos: Flow (Minor), Persistence (Minor), Rhythm (Minor).]

[Passive Effect: Increases Qi Efficiency During Combat by 15%. Allows for Minor Comprehension Gain When Fighting Stronger Opponents.]

Necro stood in the center of the arena as the last of the simulated opponents dissolved into motes of light, the quiet hum of the formation arrays fading as the simulation ended.

He opened his eyes, exhaling softly, the glow in his irises fading as he returned to the Pavilion. The jade token at his waist pulsed with faint green light, the System's interface displaying the updated progress.

[Stage Advancement Questline Progress – 100% Complete.]

[Advancement Ready: Core Formation Path Selection (Pending).]

Necro stepped out of the cultivation chamber into the mid-morning light, the Sect alive with the quiet hum of disciples training, the scent of spirit herbs drifting on the breeze.

The Lotus Flow Step was not merely a martial art. It was an extension of himself, a method of cultivation and battle that aligned with the Daos he had comprehended, allowing him to progress even as he fought, to evolve even as he struggled.

The path ahead was clear.

Necro's eyes turned toward the distant peaks, where the Core Formation Realm awaited, where the next stage of his evolution would begin.

And as he stepped forward, the rhythm of the world seemed to align with his stride, the quiet promise of further evolution whispering in the dawn air.