The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 622

Alex had never pretended to be a good man, but he wasn’t a villain either.

He understood the Wudang Sect had its own plans, ones that didn’t always match his own.

Over the years he had gained plenty from them—skills, respect, a place at their table. Yet those gains had never been enough to chain him here forever.

“I need to leave this place,” he said.

He had unfinished business waiting in Estoria.

The Sect Master studied him for a long moment, then gave a slow nod. “When you become the young successor of the Sect Master, you will be free to go anywhere you wish.”

Alex hadn’t expected that offer. For a heartbeat the idea hung in the air like an open door he had never noticed.

“I don’t want to become the Wudang Sect Master,” he said, flat and honest.

The Sect Master’s brows drew together. “Why?”

“This place is too small for me.”

A ripple of outrage swept the elders. One of them shot to his feet. “How can you speak so lightly of your own sect?”

Even the Sect Master looked startled. He leaned forward, voice low. “Are you certain this place is truly too small for you?”

“Very small,” Alex answered again.

In his chest the truth burned clear. He already ruled Estoria, a country as vast as Xia itself. To a man who called a country his own, a single mountain sect felt like a cage.

The Sect Master searched Alex’s eyes and found no lie there. A quiet breath left him, almost like relief. “You are right. You have taken everything this sect can teach. Your path was always meant to be like our founder’s—undefeated beneath the heavens. This Sect really is too small for you.”

Gasps broke across the hall. Disciples stared at one another in disbelief. Even the elders, still bristling, could not deny the weight of their leader’s words.

“Still,” the Sect Master continued, his tone steady and proud, “you could become the successor here. Then step into Xia, claim the murim and the jianghu, and raise our name to the very peak of the martial world. Lead Wudang to glory.”

Alex turned the Sect Master’s offer over in his mind.

The shortest route from Xia to Prussia lay just beyond the mountains, but the borders were thick with guards and patrols. He still hadn’t recovered his full strength.

Walking straight into Prussia while they were still hunting him would be reckless at best, fatal at worst.

No. The only safe path was to return to Estoria first. He needed to warn them about the war that was coming and do everything in his power to stop it.

Only after that could he begin searching for a way to the Empire.

Carrying the name of the Wudang Sect would open doors across Xia and give him the cover he needed to find a route home.

Alex let out a slow, heavy sigh. No matter how badly he wanted to leave, he still owed this place a debt for everything it had given him.

“I can only give you five years,” he said.

“Five years is not enough,” the Sect Master replied, his voice firm.

“It’s five years in Xia time,” Alex explained.

The old man’s eyes widened slightly as the meaning sank in. He gave a slow nod. “That would be roughly a hundred years in this realm. Enough time, yes. But you must promise me something. In those five years, you will fulfill the founder’s long-cherished dream—make Wudang the undisputed number one sect in the entire murim. Though I suspect that goal alone may take more than five years. Perhaps five decades.”

“Five years is enough,” Alex said, his tone steady.

A broad smile spread across the Sect Master’s face. “I admire that youthful spirit of yours. Still, I would feel much safer with a firmer promise. If you cannot elevate Wudang to the top within those five years, you will stay and serve another five decades.”

Alex’s jaw tightened. Five years he could give. But fifty?

Fifty years—whether in Xia time or Estoria time—felt like a lifetime. Far too long for a man who already ruled a kingdom and had an empire waiting.

“I will make it happen in five years,” Alex said firmly.

The Sect Master waited in silence, eyes steady, still expecting a complete answer.

Alex exhaled, the weight of the words settling heavy on his chest. “Fine. If I cannot do it in five years… I will serve the full five decades.”

The Sect Master’s face broke into a wide, satisfied smile. “Then it is settled. I will announce to the entire murim that you are my direct disciple and the official successor of the Wudang Sect. Word will spread across every corner of Xia.”

With those words, Alex felt the last door to his old life slam shut. There was no running from his destiny anymore.

In the days that followed, the mountain buzzed with preparations for the grandest ceremony the Wudang Sect had seen in generations.

Alex stood at the center of it all as he was formally named the successor.

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