Zenith Horizon

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

"They have been chasing me for the last six months. I need to hold on until I get to the Midnight clan mansion."

"We can't let him escape. He must die."

Running through many terrains like forests, open plains, and cities. This lone cultivator has been on the run for a year and a half from various groups of cultivators. At first, the pursuing group was easy to handle, but over time, each new group became stronger and more cunning. Once the lone cultivator gets into midnight territory, heading toward the main city will be the least of his problems. It was only a matter of time before the young cultivator could get to the main mansion.

"I am here! Wait until I recover, and all of you will die. Every single group will pay the price." 

A young cultivator barely makes it to the gates of a lavish mansion. He was badly injured and barely holding his body together. The young cultivator, who has experienced many battles, is fleeing and escaping from pursuers. Somehow, he made it back to the place where he had some peace and quiet.

A group of people from a distance stare coldly at that young cultivator, who barely escapes from them. One cultivator asks, "Leader, what are we going to do? The leader of the group responded frostily. "He will die if he leaves or dies from those injuries. Come. Let's leave before they spot us." The group of people vanished from their spot.

"Hurry!!! Call the patriarch; the young master has returned. 

Hurry! "

In a dim room somewhere in the mansion. Several figures were standing over that same young cultivator. The atmosphere was dark and grim. A heavy expression was over the patriarch, who was called over. 

"What is the situation?"

"Sigh. Patriarch Murda, this person has a cracked core. His core is heavily damaged. His meridians are overly strained. His body has a little bit of life force. It is a miracle for him to make it back in one piece. There are only a few options."

A lot of things weigh on Murda's mind besides this. He, who was the former patriarch of the Midnight Clan, was forced to take back this position because an accident happened to his son. Who had a very promising future that was cut short? This was the life of a cultivator. Only heaven knows when misfortune and blessing happen. The current Midnight clan is not as it once was. 

"What is your opinion on this Loaded?" 

This figure was a cultivator who looked in his mid-forties with a tint of gray hair. Dress in simple clothing. However, the aura that he was giving off was overwhelming and pressured anyone who dared to look his way. A slight frown found its way onto Loaded's face. Loaded was the patriarch of the Night Clan. Another leading clan in the nation is the Ligers. 

"Hard to tell. What the heavens give. The heavens can take it. What I am more concerned about is why he is the last one to return from that mission the elder gave. Before he came back, the last one came back over a year ago. What is more is that there are many undercurrents to this matter."

"Hahaha. Do you really want me to come out of myself, Patriarch Loaded? We know there are people in the background playing a sinister game. What I want to know is why he wasn't properly trained over at your estate."

Tension rose between these two patriarchs and their clan members as well. The long history between these two clans runs deep. And there is no love lost between the Midnight and Night clans as well. Even those Murda words were not said with kindness. There was some truth to those words. Even if people didn't say anything, that was on people's minds. 

"Really cute there, Patriarch Murda. If it weren't for your thieving son, taking my daughter and having this child that is currently laying on his death bed, I would love to end his existence myself. However, he is the only remaining member of the main branch of my Night clan. So, as much as I would love to engage you more in pointless banter, let's get to the main point of this matter. And that is what we are planning to do now?"

Loaded words were laced with thick killing intent. Loaded was a very decisive person. How could he not be? He definitely would not have lived long if he was wishy-washy. 

"Enough!" 

A mature figure that usually oozes a wild scent of seduction and charm had a frosty expression on her face. This was Glory Midnight. The wife of Murda and current matriarch. Beside her was Loaded's wife and the current matriarch of the night clan, Sayaro Night. In the Liger power structure, even if the males held power in deciding when to use military might, the females held control over the day-to-day functions of the clan. The life and death of any person who did not hold significance. Could be discarded like a used piece of clothing.

"What truly matters is that Sifir is back. Once he recovered from these injuries, we made our move. Until that time comes, we will buy our time."

In between these conversations, there was something marvelous happening to Sifir. "Tssssk. Who are you? And what is the purpose of me doing what you're telling me to do?"

The mysterious voice in a lazy tone:

" Haha. If it weren't for me, you would have fallen back there. It was you who woke me from my slumber. Your cultivation level is quite pitiful. I am ashamed that I have to save a pitiful ant like yourself. Plus, you want to take your revenge on that elder as well? Very laughable! Simply put, this is the fastest and more prudent course of action. What other choices do you have, Sifir?"

Sifir was silent. Sigir was waiting for the mysterious voice to continue. Knowing that a few words that have been spoken were indeed true. 

"If you want to rebuild your foundation that you barely have, it will take no less than 15 years. And that is without setbacks or sneak attacks in the darkness. If you follow my plan, Sifir, you will have a stronger foundation, body, and fighting prowess. It will take seven years. First year for recovery and body tempering. This is a must, and you have no other choice! 2nd year to work on your fundamentals in Midnight Clan: basic techniques and skills. 3rd year: work on your fundamentals in Night Clan: basic techniques and skills. In your fourth year, you will begin your new cultivation method. I believe it was called the Nine Noble Truths. I don't care how you attain it; you must have it. In Year 5, you will start cultivating the Sincerity of No Truth. Again, I don't care how you get it. You must have it to make this work. In Year 6, you will alternate between both cultivation methods. In Year 7, you will reach the peak of the human realm. You will be the superior talent in whatever cultivation stage you are in.

With a serious expression on Sifir after hearing this. He asks himself how this helps this mysterious person. Sifir is thinking to himself. "I have no idea even if I could get my hands on those two cultivation methods." It had to be known that there were many different cultivation methods and cultivation formations as well. Just because Sifir has some importance to both clans of Midnight and Night, that doesn't mean they are willing to hand over those cultivating methods to him. What's worse is that he could be setting himself up for an early death anniversary.

Heavy Sigh

"I will try it your way. Since it is true that you did help me, I have one question. How does this benefit you?

Mysterious voice smiles coldly. "Well, at least you know nothing in this world is free. I do have my own reason. Right now, you at least need to be at the True Emperor Realm to be of any use to me. Treat this journey to power as a new beginning."

This slight revelation caused a huge shock wave to be sent through Sifir's body. So much so that a soft groan came out of Sifir's mouth. This caused shock to these powerful figures who turn to Sifir. They thought it would at least take several days until Sifir woke up. 

"Sifir!!!! " Murda yells out. 

"Lower your voice, Patriarch Murda. Can you see? He barely awakens." The disdainful tone came from Sayaro Night. 

"Sorry for my rudeness. Matriarch Sayaro. Sifir, can you tell us anything?"

"Give me seven years to recover my cultivation level. And I will become the sharpest blade in the house of midnight and the house of night. I just need seven years and two cultivation methods."

Everyone looks at Sifir with seriousness. Because in seven years, anything can happen. It was hard for them to even fathom what Sifir was talking about. However, Loaded and Murda pay close attention to the keen look in Sifir's eyes for vengeance and bloodlust.

"We cannot promise you anything. Also, we have no obligation from the Night clan to give you any time to recover. However, you are my beloved daughter's son. So, what I can do is end your misery." With a cold gleam in Loaded's eyes,. 

Murda fell into deep thought. Our Midnight clan has only a few options outside of this. Among those options, who can raise it quickly? This might be a blessing in the face of misfortune. Looking at Sifir with a slight frown. 

"I, Mudra Midnight, cannot promise you anything. However, I will personally start training you. In the younger generation, we have a few options. If I feel you are not putting in all your effort, I will personally end it. Patriarch Loaded, I cannot let you kill Sifir. Even if you are slightly stronger than I am, I am willing to put my life on the line. Sifir, I will give you a year to recover. Prepare for this hellish training." 

"Hahaha! Patriarch Mudra. You are definitely not one to gamble. Unlike me, who sees things differently, even if our Night clan has more promising talents in the younger generation, I will give you a chance. The same pledge as Patriarch Murda Don't let his good faith in you down. I will let your body recover for a year. Make your preparation in that 1 year of recovery."

Everyone left the small, dim room. Leaving Sifir there by himself. "I, Sifir Midnight, will raise again, and I will kill those who need to be killed. Let's begin again on the road of cultivation."