Bashu, through history famed as a land of plenty, and within it, the most famous sect that could never be surpassed: Kally Sect.
Kally Sect's location was a mysterious place. Most people only knew that it was halfway up a mountain, and that the mountain where Kally Sect was located had a place with a terrifying name, Hell's Peak.
A rock thrown from on top of the precipice at Hell's Peak would take a full count of nineteen before the echo of it hitting the bottom could be heard, thus its height could be seen, and it was also because of these nineteen seconds, even surpassing the eighteen levels of hell by one, that gave it its name.
A blue clothed youth stood at the summit of Hell's Peak, the biting cold mountain wind not able to cause his body to shiver even slightly. On the left-hand side a huge Kally character could be seen; he was from Kally Sect, and this clothes represented a outer sect disciple of the Kally Sect.
This year he was twenty nine, since he had entered Kally Sect not long after being born, he was the third most senior among outer sect disciples, and as a result the outer sect disciples named him Third Young Master. Of course, in the mouths of the inner sect disciples it became Aarav Kumar.
Kally Sect was, since it's foundation, divided into the two inner and outer sects. The outer sect disciples were all from external families or perhaps conferred the Kally name, and the inner sect were all directly related to Kally Sect members, passed down through family.
Right now, Aarav Kumar wore an abundance of expressions, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, but in all cases unable to mask the excitement stemming from his heart.
For twenty nine years, starting twenty nine years ago when grandpa elder Aryabhata had brought him to Kally Sect as an infant, Kally Sect had been his family, and Kally Sect's hidden weapons had been everything to him.
Suddenly, Aarav Kumar's expression abruptly changed, but then very quickly relaxed again, somewhat bitterly saying to himself:
"Intheend, that which should happen will still happen."
Seventeen silhouettes, seventeen white silhouettes, leapt up from halfway up the mountain towards the mountaintop just like shooting stars, these silhouettes were masters, even the youngest was five decades old, each and every one with serious expressions, their white gowns represented the inner sect, and the golden Kally characters on their chests were the symbols of Kally Sect elders.
Including the sect head mister Abhishek Abbas there were altogether seventeen elders, and right now there were seventeen climbing the mountain. Even a general assembly of the martial society wouldn't have been able to seen all the Kally Sect Elders at the same time, one must know that among the Kally Sect elders, the oldest had already surpassed sixty years twice over.
All of these Kally Sect elders had already reached the pinnacle of cultivation, and in only a moment's work they had already reached the mountain top.
When outer sect disciples met inner sect elders they had to kneel in greeting, but right now Aarav didn't move, he only calmly looked at these serious faced elders arriving in front of him. They blocked all routes of escape, and behind him was only Hell's Peak.
Laying down three Yama Fury Lotus Needle, Aarav Kumar threw them a last reluctant glance, the corners of his mouth showing a gratified smile. After all, he had succeeded. With twenty years of effort, he had at last accomplished this penultimate work of the Kally Outer Sect; that kind of satisfactory accomplishment couldn't be described in words.
At this very moment, Aarav Kumar thought to himself, everything was already unimportant. Violating the sect regulations was also fine, matters of life and death were fine. Apparently, everything would come to an end with these three blooming Kally Lotus before him. Yama Fury Lotus Needle, this world's most potent hidden weapon was born in his hands. In his entire life, what could make the hidden weapons enthusiast Aarav Kumar more excited than this?
"Iknow, the crime of sneaking into the inner sect and stealing secret sect lore cannot be forgiven, cannot be tolerated according to sect rules. But Aarav Kumar can vow to Gods, not a bit of the stolen knowledge of the secret books will reach the outside world. I say this, not in the hopes of obtaining the elders' mercy, but only to let the elders know that Aarav Kumar has never forgotten his roots. Never has in the past, and also never will."
Aarav Kumar's mood was very calm at this moment; perhaps, this was the calmest moment in his life. Looking at that expansive ancient Kally Sect compound halfway up the mountain, feeling the atmosphere of the Kally Sect, Aarav Kumar's eyes moistened. For as long as he could remember, it could even be said he was born for the sake of the Kally Sect, but right now, he also had to leave the Kally Sect for the sake of his lifelong pursuit.
The elders were all speechless. Right now they still couldn't clear their heads from the appearance of the Yama Fury Lotus Needle. Two hundred years, after a full two hundred years the Yama Fury Lotus Needle had unexpectedly appeared in the hands of an outer sect disciple, what did this signify? In this land, this exceptional hidden weapon that not even Kally Sect's own people could resist absolutely represented the approach of another peak of the Kally Sect.
Looking at the elders bowing their heads without speaking, Aarav Kumar smiled brightly,
"Everything of Aarav Kumar's was given by Kally Sect, whether it's life or abilities, all were bestowed by Kally Sect. No matter when, Aarav Kumar is a person of the Kally Sect, in death I know that the elders will not permit the corpse of an outer sect disciple that violated the sect rules to remain at Kally Sect; therefore, let me turn to soil naturally in this Bashu."
Aarav Kumar was so serene that even his somewhat excited voice finally roused the elders, when the elders raised their heads to look at him, they saw milky white streams of qi spread out from him in a flash.
"Mysterious Heaven Kally Record, you even learned the sect's highest inner strength technique in the Mysterious Heaven Profound Kally Record?"
Abhishek Abbas cried out involuntarily.
With an explosion, as the group of elders retreated to avoid anything unexpected, they looked at Aarav Kumar who was entirely naked.
Aarav Kumar smiled brilliantly,
"Iarrived in the nude, and I shall depart in the nude. Yama Fury Lotus Needle is Aarav Kumar's last gift for the sect. Besides myself, I carry nothing of the Kally Sect, the secret books are all under the first brick in my room. Aarav Kumar will now return everything to Kally Sect."
"Hahahahahahaha…...."
Aarav Kumar laughed wildly up towards the sky, suddenly taking a step backward. At this very moment, the Kally Sect elders suddenly discovered, unexpectedly nobody still had time to block him. His body, enveloped in white light, threw himself forward off Hell's Peak, soaring out into empty air, stepping into the clouds and mist around the mountain.
"Stop!"
Abhishek Abbas finally reacted, but right now it was already too late to say anything.
The clouds and mist were very dense, bringing waves of humidity, taking away the sunshine, and also taking away that Aarav Kumar whose entire life was dedicated to Kally Sect and hidden weapons.
Time seemed to stand still. Abhishek Abbas's hands trembled as he held up those three Fury Lotuses Needle, his eyes moist,
"Aarav, ah, Aarav, why did you suffer? The astonishment you brought us was really too much, too much..."
"Eldest brother."
A second elder stepped forward,
"Why should you mourn a traitor like this?"
Abhishek's gaze became cold in a flash, cold air covering his body, glaring at the second elder,
"Who do you say is a traitor? Have you ever seen a traitor who could obtain the sect's rarest books and afterwards didn't flee? Have you seen a traitor who would die for his ideals? Have you seen someone harboring a hidden weapon powerful enough to destroy any Kally Sect expert instead present it to the sect as his last act? Aarav was no traitor, he was one of our mostoutstanding genius in two hundred years."
The second elder stared stupidly,
"But, he stole from the sect..."
Abhishek Abbas suddenly interrupted,
"Ifyou were also able to produce the Yama Fury Lotus Needle, I wouldn't care no matter what you stole. You were wrong, I was wrong, in this past moment, we actually looked on helplessly as the chance for Kally Sect's glory to rise again slipped away before our eyes."
The elders gathered round, their expressions all complex, some perplexed, some sad, some sighing, still more were regretful.
"No need to say anything. Pass on my order, dispatch all the disciples, search for Aarav below Hell's Peak. If he is alive, I want to see the person. If he is dead, I want see the corpse. At the same time, from this moment on, Aarav is promoted to inner sect disciple. If he is still alive, he will be the only successor to my position as head."
"Yes, head."
The elders bowed simultaneously.
If Aarav Kumar was still here on the cliff top right now, still able to hear Abhishek Abbas's words, even if he died, he would certainly still be very gratified; his great effort in the end hadn't been a waste. But, all this came too late.
Hell's Peak, where a thrown rock would take nineteen seconds to hit the bottom, an existence seemingly surpassing the eighteen levels of hell, how could it permit a living person to return from the clouds and mist? Aarav Kumar was dead, forever departing this world, but his other destiny had only just begun.