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Mack was a prodigy who stood out in the world of cultivators while just a kid. But for some unknown reason, his clan threw him into a dark underground cell for more than ten years.
When he finally broke free, the first thing he did was personally butcher his clan.
He wiped out his entire clan.
Then, with a carefree smile, he simply walked away.
That was the legend of Mack, a man born to a prestigious sect, yet so mad and ruthless that even the Shadow Casters seemed mild in comparison.
After that jaw–dropping clan massacre, the whole cultivation world put out a wanted order for Mack.
Nobody could let a guy like him get any stronger, especially since he’d taken out Aether Transcendence
masters.
And back then, Mack was just at the Core Formation stage.
He managed to slay Aether Transcendence experts while being two entire realms below them.
That alone sent shockwaves through the entire cultivation world.
Everyone started speculating that he must be hiding some kind of arcane artifact.
With enemies closing in from all sides, Mack was basically on the run, with every sect gunning for him. But then, he just vanished.
It was like he’d evaporated from the face of the earth.
A year later, he resurfaced at the First Unity Coven, where the previous master of First Unity Coven had taken him in as his disciple.
When people demanded an explanation, the sect master replied bluntly, “This kid’s got talent. I hadn’t accepted a disciple for years, so I brought him back.
“If anyone’s got an issue with that, come and find me at the First Unity Coven.”
At that time, the First Unity Coven’s sect master was at the Crossing Tribulation stage.
Everyone sized up their own strength, remembered First Unity Coven’s reputation for handling things, and decided to drop it.
Even those who coveted the secret artifact didn’t dare make a move against the First Unity Coven then.
After all, the First Unity Coven was notorious for their madness.
They made their own rules. If they wanted something done, they did it, no matter what anyone thought.
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Back then, Grandmaster Chronos once wiped out an entire city of cultivators in a fit of rage. He gave up his Ascension stage power to pursue his own truth.
In the end, his soul was utterly destroyed. That incident was still such a taboo that no major sect dared to even whisper about it.
That was why there was a saying in the cultivation world: “Better to provoke the leaders of the three great sects than even a dog from the First Unity Coven.”
It was because nobody in their right mind would dare.
They really did kill people.They were not bluffing.
Rayford’s mind raced through everything he’d heard about the First Unity Coven.
When Mack’s name came up, his face went pale, a hint of dread in his eyes. “Why would he come down from the mountain?” he muttered.
Back in the day, there were rumors that Mack had promised his master he’d attain enlightenment for a hundred years and never leaving the peak.
Rayford’s mind suddenly clicked.
He thought, ‘It’s not just a hundred years.
‘Three whole centuries have passed since Mack first joined the First Unity Coven.
Most of the younger disciples barely knew any of the legends about him, but Rayford never forgot. Not a single soul ever figured out why the Dunlap clan locked up a genius like that.
But Mack was famous for being heartless.
His cruelty was feared throughout the cultivation world.
Hearing Rayford, Mack shot him a glance. “Didn’t think anyone would remember me.”
Rayford hurriedly bowed, his voice quivering. “Junior Rayford Valenzuela greets Senior Mack. Forgive me for not giving you a proper welcome.
“May I ask what brings you to the High Sanctum of Archmagi today?”
By the time he finished, Rayford’s nerves were shot. He was practically shaking.
Because the vibe was all wrong. Mack definitely wasn’t here for a friendly chat.
Toney was taken aback.
He thought, ‘Rayford almost never calls anyone senior.
‘But this guy is clearly way too young for that title.‘
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Mack rested his gaze on the Misty Lake, his tone calm. “I heard the last owner here was a Barber.”
Rayford was puzzled at first, but when he spotted three streaks of light shooting in from the main peak, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.
He answered softly, “The current owner is also a Barber.”
Mack gave him a dismissive look, then laughed.
He said, “Of course not. A talentless fool like that doesn’t belong in a place like this.”
Before Rayford could get a word in, Mack made his move.
Ice and snow unfurled from beneath his feet, his aura bursting forth and locking down the Misty Lake in an instant.
Everyone was hit by the bone–chilling cold of deep winter. Normally, as cultivators, they could resist any ordinary cold with a flicker of their energy.
But under Mack’s crushing aura, even Rayford felt a terrorizing chill seep into his bones.
Misty Lake was locked down by a raging frost. As a flawless snowflake floated gently into Mack’s hand, he caught it. He muttered coldly, “Trash that’s not worthy… deserves to be wiped out.”
“Crash!” In an instant, a blazing inferno burst forth from the heart of the lake.
The fire unfurled from Misty Lake like petals, swallowing the frozen surface and melting it away in seconds.
Clouds of steam rose into the air, shrouding Misty Lake in a mystical haze, dreamlike and otherworldly.
Beneath it all, the lakebed was left exposed, gnarled, scarred, and sinister.
But before anyone could get a clear look, waves of scorching fire essence surged up from the depths of the dried lakebed.
The disciples cried out, “It’s magma!”
The magma crept up from below, inch by inch.
It swallowed the entire lakebed.
And then it devoured the houses right before their eyes.
Everything changed in an instant. Rayford was still frozen in shock, and even Toney hadn’t reacted yet.
Only when the whole house began to tremble and agonized screams rang out from inside did they realize what was happening.
Toney jolted awake, eyes wide. “Marietta.”
Marietta was a Water Affinity.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
