The inner sect trials were a crucible—designed to weed out the weak and elevate the strongest. For years, no outer sect disciple had passed them. But today, all eyes were on Wang Chung.
As he stepped into the arena, whispers spread like wildfire. "Is that really him? The crippled boy?"
The first challenger lunged with lightning-fast strikes, confident he'd crush the newcomer. But Wang Chung's movements were fluid, almost ethereal. His Void Palm shattered the attacker's blade with a single strike, sending him flying.
One battle after another, Wang Chung's power grew. Each victory peeled back the layers of the sealed memories, fueling his cultivation further.
Spectators were stunned. The whispers turned into murmurs of awe—and fear.
During a brief pause, a flicker of memory hit him—a massive battlefield under a blood-red sky, where Wang Chung wielded a black blade, cutting down celestial beings.
"Who… am I?" he whispered, gripping his head.
Xian Yu appeared beside him again. "You were the Void Sovereign, breaker of heavens. And soon, you will reclaim that title."
The final trial came—an elder disciple renowned for ruthlessness. Their battle shook the very ground, energy crackling with celestial force.
But Wang Chung was no longer a mere boy. With a devastating Void Palm strike, he broke through the elder's defenses, winning the trial.
The sect fell silent.
The crippled boy had become a storm no one could ignore.