Twenty thousand years lat...2 years later, Silver finally left the Temple of Knowledge after learning all he needed to learn. He stood at the Isle of Wisdom edge, waiting for Old Yam to come pick him up.

Training for "2 years" under the strict tutelage of Blacky, he somehow broke through and barely touched the boundary of late-stage Mortal Emperor Realm. After pondering over the matter, he suspected foul play on Blacky's part.

Since he couldn't tell what Blacky had down, he threw the thought to the back of his mind. Despite his instinctual suspicions, Silver heart was full of gratitude. One could say Blacky was like a master of his. A colossal, scaly black dragon of a master.

Adhering to the void lizard warnings, Silver hid his cultivation to late stage Martial King before exiting the temple. After patiently waiting for a small period of time, Old Yam finally appeared in a flying rowboat.

The rowboat slowly landed in front of Silver.

"For a person who's been in the isle for 5 years, your temperament has somehow changed to this old man's liking," Old Yam spoke after observing Silver's with some slight worries.

"You've reached Martial King, even reaching late stage. A bit beyond my expectations. Congratulations, kiddo! Are you sure you don't want to marry my daughter? I do wish for some talented grandchildrens in the future."

"Let's go old man, I haven't retrieve my disciple token, robe and items since I came here. I don't even have housing either," Silver began urging. He could feel slight shiver from the Old Yam's mischievous eyes.

Silver really wanted to focus on cultivating, so he was quick to change the topic. Romance was the least of his concerns, but this old man really enjoyed pushing his daughter onto him.

'I only wanted access for the library. What did I do to deserve this treatment!?'

"Alright, alright. I'm only asking a simple question," responded Old Yam in an annoyed tone.

Even though the topic changed, he inwardly tried thinking of plans to get his daughter and Silver together.

Sadly, Silver could see the wily intentions within Old Yam's eyes.

"Let's grab your belongings. Since you've broke through to the Martial King, you'll immediately become an inner disciple after choosing your faction."

Silver felt a headache coming his way, clearly aware of the old man's intention and boarded the rowboat. They flew far from the Isle of Wisdom and reached the Floating Cloud Sect's main hall within 15 minutes.

Stepping off the rowboat, both Old Yam and Silver walked to the receptionist desk in the main hall. With their appearance, a few disciple stopped chatting immediately and began gawking at the old man standing besides Silver.

Old Yam, to the gawking disciples, is a legend for being rude and unsociable. Never would they see him happily chirping, in high spirit, especially with a new disciple.

Only two simple questions ran through their mind,

'Who is this new disciple? Is that his son?'

"Hello, I am here to pick up my disciple robe and belongings. Also, I heard I can change my status to inner disciple if I reached Martial King?" Silver asked the receptionist ignoring the odd stares from the disciples.

He took a wild guess that they were for Old Yam's and his reputation. He's somewhat a new disciple, why would anyone pay attention to him, unless the person next to him is rather influential.

Although Silver's guess was right, but Old Yam was truly influential for the wrong reasons. This old man beside had constantly made 4 of the 6 faction leaders unimaginable angry, and left many disciples crying for their mother and father.

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Wherever he went a trail of swears, tears and fear followed in every single step of the way.

"Ye-s-s! Please give me your disciple token and proof of reaching the Martial King," the receptionist fearfully answered.

She had been bullied to tears by Old Yam before. Bad luck had came to her, plus a few other disciples, when she accidently stumbled upon one of his legendary angry fits. It gotten so bad that even the patriarch had to come out and soothe the man.

Since the day patriarch came out to calm him down, the main hall had to be reinforced with 1,000 more defensive arrays after Old Yam destroyed half it in his angry fit. But as of late, during the last 5 years, Old Yam hadn't caused a ruckus. Everyone hoped the old man had died or at least gain his senses and stayed quiet out of shame.

With him walking this new disciple, Silver, a new rumor had instantly been born.

Silver had become instantly famous with the outer and inner disciples that enjoyed gossips. He was naturally known Old Yam's son. The story of how he became Old Yam's son varied. The most commonly considered fable was that Silver was his missing son and Old Yam toured the continent to find him. After finding him, Old Yam's changed his temperament from an evil villain into a heroic individual.

Of course, this rumor circulated much later.

"Here's my token and proof of reaching Martial King," Silver answered showing his king's mark.

He was oblivious of the situation he'd been put in. If he knew of Old Yam's reputation, he would find ways to the main hall without him.

"Thank you, here's your updated disciple token advancing you to inner disciple. Congratulations! Any information you need is already in the token, just touch the array inscribed on the back. It will give your rank, points, tasks and the faction you're in. Please note, all your information will automatically update, so no need to worry about coming here often.

If you want to trade your points for materials is at the West Hall or also known as the Trading Hall. At the South Hall is the testing rooms to test your skills or delve deep into your research. To battle other disciples in martial combat or talent the arena is in the East Hall.

Please be aware, all battles are public with 100 platforms to choose from and has to be scheduled, betting points is also permitted," the receptionist informed in a orderly fashion.

She felt curious to Silver, due to Old Yam's reputation. Sadly, she had a strong fear of Old Yam, so she quickly summarized and inform Silver of the basics. She didn't want to anger the moody old man besides him.

"Which faction will you choose? We do have a 7th faction for those who are undecided."

"Much appreciated, fellow disciple," Silver thanked respectfully.

He truly admired such professionalism and those who did their job without using condescending looks based on a person's appearance, knowledge, cultivation and talent.

Sadly, it was truly rare for such people in a world where looks, power, and talent trumps all.

"I cho---"

"He will choose undecided as his faction. He also allowed to have his own peak to cultivate in," Old Yam casually interrupted.

He gave the receptionist a lustrous black jade with the number 14 etched into it.

"I've already spoken to the other faction leaders, including the patriarch. Here is the token of approval."

"Ye-s-s, sir! I will get right onto it," the startled receptionist nervously exclaimed to Old Yam.

She really wanted to know who this disciple is and if he was Old Yam's son. Never have anyone seen him act this way before! This was such juicy gossip for her fellow disciple sisters to hear of.

"What do you want to name your peak, sir?"

"Eclipse Peak," Silver answered feeling a bit perplexed.

He shouldn't have garnered this much attention from the faction leaders and the patriarch. Even then, having his own peak is truly something he wanted. The skills he cultivated were really eye catching and may cause some greed.

Everything seem to be smooth sailing, making it oddly suspicious. Truthfully, he didn't mind it too much.

"Aright, you're the current and first owner of Eclipse Peak. The directions to get there is also inscribed within your disciple token. This token can also act as a key, opening the barrier of the your peak. Those deem trustworthy can request for a key, with your approval, to live on the peak with you," the receptionist quickly informed Silver.

Her desire to uncover this disciple's background grew stronger. No new disciple can waltz into the sect and get all these resources so easily. Especially, the Undecided Faction. Those disciples that are a part of the Undecided Faction were widely frowned upon.

They were the laughing stock of the 6 main factions.

"Thank you again," Silver said feeling embarrassed.

He only wanted to stay low-key, why is he gaining so much attention. He wished he never spoke to Old Yam if he knew it would come to this predicament. Silently accepting the situation, he took the token and looked up at Old Yam's vile smirk.

"You'll understand soon," Old Yam smiled while answering Silver's stare who eventually nodded reluctantly.

Exiting the the main hall, Old Yam summoned his rowboat once more. They both got onto the rowboat and travelled towards Silver's new home, Eclipse Peak.

...

Somewhere out of White Lotus City, Arctic Emperor and the other 8 demonic gods opened their eyes in concern.

The seal that kept the world sleeping, slightly trembled for the first time since they invaded it.

When Silver showed the receptionist his king's mark, fate finally spun for the world, the power of the void mark had aroused the world's will.

'The world is slowly awakening, we must find this person and kill them!' All 9 demonic gods thought in unison.