Building a sect from scratch.

Chapter 1 The Map of Mountains and Rivers

Zhongzhou, Xixiang.

Fang Xianyu, whose primordial spirit was nearly exhausted, finally fell to this place. She quickly escaped into the statue of the Goddess Taiyin in a temple, intending to use the incense and vows accumulated in the statue to nourish her primordial spirit, but unexpectedly the statue was empty.

It was only then that she discovered that the once thriving Taiyin Niangniang Temple had been abandoned and was in a state of disrepair, with even the glutinous rice cakes on the offering table covered in mold.

Have the nearby villages moved away?

Fang Xianyu was quite puzzled.

She unleashed her divine sense and scanned the surrounding hundreds of miles, only to find that the villages were in complete disarray, like a living hell.

Before she could think it through, her intuition suddenly kicked in—a number of immortals and gods were heading this way.

Meanwhile, the merchants resting in the temple continued to chat idly with worried expressions, completely unaware of what was happening.

"Zhongzhou City is now a living hell! Those gods have slaughtered everyone in the city!"

"If you ask me, those aren't gods or immortals! They're clearly demons!"

"I wouldn't dare make things up!"

"You don't want your life!"

A young merchant, curious, asked, "Why is Zhongzhou City like this?!"

"This all happened a few days ago! In our Central Continent, every sect, town, and even village that worships the Goddess of the Moon was slaughtered without exception! The Guangcheng Sect next door was wiped out from top to bottom!"

The young merchant was terrified: "How could this be! Aren't they gods?!"

"Hey! A deity?"

The one who suddenly spoke was a Golden Core cultivator who had been silent in the corner. He was dressed simply and carried a huge broadsword on his back, clearly not with the group of merchants.

His expression was calm, and he uttered words that sent chills down Fang Xianyu's spine: "As soon as something happened in Zhongzhou City, Lord Jiaomu was immediately alarmed. He simply had his horns cut off, his tendons pulled out, his scales removed, and was taken to Xuwei Mountain."

After finishing his sentence, he still felt it wasn't enough, so he sneered and continued, "Of the twenty-eight star lords, thirteen died on the spot because of the Central Continent, their bodies never to be found. Eleven were exiled to the Nine Netherworlds, and four remained secluded. Of the more than one hundred cities in the Central Continent, more than eighty were destroyed, and the number of civilians who died was in the tens of millions."

As he spoke, the merchants around him began to sob quietly.

In this place, who doesn't have relatives or friends who have died?
Fang Xianyu felt a surge of rage—she had only been traveling in the heavens for half a month, how dare some petty scoundrels plot against her Central Continent!? What about the Taiyi Qiankun Sect!?
The oldest merchant mumbled incoherently, "Why did it have to come to this!"

"Yes! Why did it have to come to this!"

The swordsman's voice suddenly amplified, as if he had used his spiritual power to spread it out, causing hundreds of birds in the nearby mountains and forests to fly away in fright.

He said, "For an ancient treasure whose authenticity is unknown, you have committed such a sin! Are you gods or demons?!"

"It's...it's an immortal!"

The young merchant, with the sharpest eyes, was the first to spot the countless celestial beings outside the temple, their colorful rays of light creating an atmosphere that seemed incredibly unattainable.

The oldest merchant was the first to kneel down, trembling with fear, his lips quivering as he cried out repeatedly, "Gods, spare me! Gods, spare me!"

Most of the other porters were too horrified to speak, and the temple was filled with a stench and the smell of urine.

"Why worship!"

The cultivator with the sword on his back laughed loudly, "How utterly laughable! What kind of immortals do you cultivate? What kind of path have you attained? What right do you have to enjoy incense offerings?!" A middle-aged Taoist standing on auspicious multicolored clouds flicked his whisk, half-scolding and half-explaining, "What do you know, brat! That demoness skillfully used the 'Map of Mountains and Rivers,' causing calamity to befall heaven and earth! We were merely following the will of heaven when we captured her!"

The cultivator with the sword on his back laughed even louder, as if he had heard a joke. He said, "Witch? You want to call the number one Golden Immortal of the Ten Continents and Three Islands, the only Taiyin Goddess to have attained the Dao of Taiyin in three thousand years, a witch? The witch you speak of built Zhongzhou City single-handedly! She protected countless lives in Zhongzhou! And what about you? You have killed countless innocent people! Who is righteous and who is evil?!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest's face darkened, and he immediately felt embarrassed. A beautiful woman beside him quickly scolded, "What benefits did that demoness give you? How dare you defend her like this!"

"you--"

The cultivator with the sword on his back wanted to say something more, but the immortals and gods were unwilling to listen. One of the men casually waved a golden light, intending to take his life!

It turns out that all of this was for her 'Map of Mountains and Rivers'.

At the critical moment, Fang Xianyu sighed and broke free from the statue. With a light wave of her hand, the golden light instantly vanished.

The cultivator carrying the sword was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Fang Xianyu, who seemed to have appeared out of thin air beside him.

"Alas, justice resides in heaven and earth, so why fear what people say?"

Fang Xianyu spoke in a low voice, but it reached the ears of almost everyone present.

The Taoist priest who had been holding the whisk glared at her and said, “Witch! You really are here! Hand over the ‘Map of Mountains and Rivers,’ and I will spare your life today.”

Fang Xianyu was furious and cursed, "While I was away, you destroyed my Zhongzhou City and slaughtered my people. You have the audacity to do such a thing!"

A very familiar figure appeared in the clouds: "Alas, senior sister, why are you so angry? If you hadn't insisted on monopolizing the 'Map of Mountains and Rivers' and harming the origin of heaven and earth, we wouldn't have resorted to such a desperate measure."

"It seems the Taiyi Qiankun Sect gave you the guts." Fang Xianyu laughed angrily, and identified the power and background of each of the immortals and gods in front of him. He read out with a forced smile: "Taiyi Sect of the Central Continent, Qiankun Sect, Penglai God... Oh, Penglai Island, let me see, Penglai, Fangzhang, Kunlun, very good, all ten continents and three islands have sent people, what a grand lineup."

Someone else said, "Lord Taiyin, we still respectfully address you as a god. Just hand over the 'Map of Mountains and Rivers,' and we'll rebuild Zhongzhou City. Stop being so stubborn."

"Rebuild?" Fang Xianyu demanded angrily, "A city can be demolished and rebuilt, but what about the dead people?! Will you pay with your lives?!"

"They are just ordinary people, why get so worked up?"

"They're just a bunch of mortals... Haha! They're just a bunch of mortals!" An unprecedentedly intense killing intent rose in Fang Xianyu's eyes, and for the first time, she summoned a scroll in front of everyone.

Her voice was hoarse as she asked in a language no one but herself had ever heard before, "How many points do I have left?"

From within the scroll came a language equally unfamiliar to everyone: "123,481."

All the gods and immortals in the heavens looked at the glittering golden scroll with greedy eyes.

“Since I was born in this world, I have always been hesitant in my actions,” Fang Xianyu said, his expression calm but his eyes cold, looking at the immortals and gods around him as if they were dead. “But today I have discovered that one cannot be too hesitant when doing great things.”

"not good--"

The leading deity of Penglai sensed a slight movement, his expression changed, and he turned to fly away.

Unfortunately, it was too late!
Fang Xianyu soared into the air, and the immense energy from the golden scroll surged towards her. In the blink of an eye, something terrifying seemed to coalesce in the world, and a world-destroying white light spread out from where she was.

In an instant, the world fell silent. The mountains were broken in half, the flowers and trees were all dead, and all that could be seen was scorched earth.

All the immortals and cultivators in the vicinity, no matter how high their status or how strong their cultivation, all returned to nothingness.

……

(End of this chapter)