Master of the Universe... Beginning of a new story

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"Everything has ended, we have lost Master!" One of the disciples said, her voice thick with despair.

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"We have lost the Universe War!" Her voice echoed, filled with regret and sorrow.

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"Fifth and sixth junior brothers have sacrificed themselves!" Another voice added, the pain evident in their words.

"Master, do something! You are the 'Master of the Universe'!"

"Hah, Houer don't worry!" The Master replied, his voice calm and steady. "I know everything has ended, I already knew this would happen..."

"What? But if you knew, why didn't you stop it?" She asked again, her voice rising with frustration.

"It was too late when I found out about this. Our enemies hid deep within..." Master explained, his voice tinged with regret.

"....It was too late..."

"Even though I am the 'Master of the Universe', this is just a title after all, if '*******' is my enemy, I am powerless to fight against 'them'."

"But! I have found a way! You know I am not from this world. I 'reincarnated' in this world. And this was another reason for our failure." 

"Our only chance to victory is reincarnating again but without memories this time, so the world's will won't make me an 'outsider'."

"Good thing, I have a friend who gave me a gift. ******* said it was a 'system' and it was used beforehand by himself. "'System' will take the form of the user's deep desires and help the 'host' to achieve it", he said."

"Disciple, you will always be my student. Fate will bring us together again. All of us...."

"....Goodbye! And Wait for me!"

These were the last words of 'Master of the Universe' before he closed his azure eyes in a room where his last disciple who lost hope had already lost her life, she too was lying before her master, her long navy blue hair dyed with red blood.

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The future was always a mystery, while the past was written history, and now it was time to return to the present, a 'gift' we could use to correct the past and build the future.1

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Great Spirit World.

Great Spirit Dragon Continent

Fire Dragon Empire.

Thousand Swords Sect.

Sect Master of the Thousand Swords Sect was a cultivator who was famous with the name "The Wind Spirit Emperor", Rong Yuan.

He became famous after he reached the legendary cultivation stage: Spirit Emperor Stage. Even before that, he was the first one to become a Spirit Monarch from the Fire Dragon Empire.

It has been a year since he reached this level.

Now, the famous Spirit Emperor Rong Yuan was silently cultivating in his room.

He liked solitude and always wanted to become stronger. Even if he was one of the strongest entities in this world with his Spirit Emperor Stage cultivation. He was the only one who reached this Stage after thousands of years, The Spirit World War.

While he was the strongest cultivator, there were places that he had yet to discover and entities that could overpower him. But since he was a master, he needed to teach and protect.

But he had been feeling restless in his heart these days. As if something terrible gonna happen in the future.

To him, or to his sect... Or both...

As he sat in his room, meditating in the quiet stillness, he suddenly heard a faint sound. Footsteps. Someone was approaching. He opened his eyes just as his third disciple burst through the door, her clothes hanging in tatters and dripping with blood. Her arms and legs were torn and bleeding and tears streamed down her face.

He stood up in alarm, heart racing as he took in the sight of her injuries. "What happened?" he asked urgently, fear gripping his heart.

His disciple looked up at him, her voice shaking as she cried out.

"Master! Ma-master please, help us! Senior sisters are going to die... sob... sob. We-e couldn't stop them, we were de-defeated sob... sob..."

"Senior sisters are going to die... I-I couldn't do anything... sob.. sob.."

"What? Who?"Rong Yuan replied, his tone serious but tinged with surprise. Despite the severity of his disciple's injuries, he couldn't believe that anyone would be foolish enough to attack his disciples.

After all, his disciples were all geniuses, and with his teachings, their strength was not to be underestimated. Both his first and second disciples had already achieved Spirit King Stage cultivation levels, which made them some of the strongest cultivators in their age group.

Rong Yuan's mind raced as he tried to piece together what had happened. The only possible explanation was that they were dealing with Spirit King Peak Stage cultivators or above - the only ones who could pose a real threat to his disciples. He knew that they had to prepare for the worst, and quickly.

But his third disciple didn't answer and started crying louder:

"Wahh! Ahhh! Senior sisters... sob..".

"Stop crying and calm down. Explain to me what happened clearly. Where are your seniors and what happened to you?" Rong Yuan asked looking at the crying disciple.

After a few moments, her sobs began to subside, and she took a deep breath to steady herself. When she was finally able to speak, her voice was still shaky, but more composed.

"We were ambushed on the way back to the sect from the mission by elders and disciples of the White Lotus Sect, we were outnumbered. Senior sisters helped me to escape."

"They ambushed us and cornered us to the entrance of the Yin Bridge. Now they want to kill them in the Yang River under the bridge. Master, you have to help them, please!"

Upon hearing his disciple's words, Rong Yuan's expression turned grave. Without hesitation, he reached into his robes and withdrew several small vials filled with healing pills. He handed them to his disciple with a sense of urgency.

"Take these pills and heal your injuries and notify the elders of the sect about this situation. I will go and try to save your seniors."

"Also, notify my fiance, alchemist Rouer, and tell her to take a lot of poison-detoxifying pills and spirit-supporting pills. I am leaving to rescue your seniors."

Rong Yuan took a deep breath, gathering his resolve as he prepared for battle. With a quick motion, he drew his treasured companion, the Wind Emperor Sword, from its sheath and held it firmly in his hand.

Without hesitation, he leaped into the air, soaring towards the direction of Yin Bridge. As he flew, he couldn't help but notice a glimmer of hidden joy in his third disciple's eyes.

For a moment, he wondered if she was secretly glad that her seniors were no longer around to overshadow her. But he quickly dismissed the thought, knowing that his disciple was a loyal and dedicated member of the sect.

But shortly after will he truly know what those eyes meant...

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Author: Hello, this is the author, Peace_in_Chaos. This is my first novel, if I have made any mistakes please forgive me and give me advice. I am trying to improve my writing. English is my second language, there may be some grammar mistakes.

This is the beginning of the novel. I hope you like it. Read at least 50 chapters before you jump to conclusions about the novel. Thanks!