Chapter 704: Plans
But what Max didn’t realize—what he couldn’t have possibly known—was that his fame already spread wide and far in the entire Middle Domain. From the peak powers of the Seven Overlord Forces to the secretive courts of the Four God Nations... from wandering cultivators and ancient reclusive families to academy halls and throne rooms—the name White Death had already spread like wildfire.
In mere hours, stories were retold, recordings were replayed, analysis was done by elders and force masters alike. A masked figure, 1st level of Master Rank, defeating ten Champion Rank 2-star geniuses and old monsters, including some who were considered invincible in their realms.
Defeating them not through tricks or narrow wins—but by crushing them. Effortlessly. Coldly. Without even a pause. The footage of him catching Anya’s divine slash with two fingers and reducing her to red particles with a single punch had already been played across hundreds of regions.
Unknowingly, Max had just shaken the foundation of the Middle Domain. And while he walked away from the Battle Hall in silence... the world was screaming his name. White Death.
’I don’t believe the Black Lotus Guild would refuse to contact me after that,’ Max mused silently as he walked away from the Battle Hall, his footsteps calm.
Every move he had made inside the Battle Realm—the overpowering defeats, the black flames, the dragon scales and most importantly the inheritances of the black flames—hadn’t been for glory, pride, or to crush the confidence of the so-called geniuses.
No, it had all been done with a singular purpose—to draw the eyes of the Black Lotus Guild. A force that had once struck fear into the hearts of the Middle Domain, now reduced to whispers and shadows. But Max hadn’t forgotten them. He wanted them. Needed them.
One of his goals in the Middle Domain was to have a force he could trust without doubt. A force not corrupted by politics or greed, but bound by blood, loyalty, and secrecy. And that was where the Black Lotus Guild came in.
Though they were currently in decline, buried by years of stagnation and hunted by many factions, Max believed otherwise. He believed they were only sleeping. If he could awaken them—evolve their bloodline by even one rank—he was certain they could rise again and rival even the Seven Overlord Forces.
He could have taken a different path. He could have removed the mask, revealed his face to the world, let his sister and everyone else know he was in the Middle Domain. He could’ve soaked in the attention, let the world kneel before his strength.
But Max wasn’t a fool. He knew better. Publicity brought danger. Let alone whether this stunt would even be enough to alert his sister, it would certainly alert others. Powerful forces. Rival empires. Enemies watching from the shadows.
If he showed himself, if his real identity was exposed, then his strength would be laid bare for the entire cultivation world to dissect. And while he believed the Great Ruler Empire was currently one of the safer places he could be in, that safety wasn’t absolute. No fortress was truly invincible.