Reincarnated With a Million Multiplies System

The doors to the war room closed with a resounding thud, sealing Yang Yu in the cold silence of his thoughts. The weight of the confrontation with Xiao Mei, and the consequences of her rebellion, pressed down on him like a suffocating storm. His hands trembled slightly, though he clenched his fists in an effort to regain control. The war room, which had once been a place of decisions, a place where plans were forged with unyielding certainty, now felt like a battlefield in itself. And yet, no battle had yet been fought.

He looked out of the tall windows, the storm raging beyond the stronghold. Dark clouds churned in the sky, and the occasional lightning streaked across the heavens, illuminating the valley below. The winds howled, bending the trees, their once-sturdy trunks now groaning under the pressure. It was as if nature itself could sense the coming upheaval—the storm outside a reflection of the storm that raged within Void Horizon, threatening to tear the sect asunder.

Yang Yu felt the weight of his thoughts settling deeper into his bones. The sect had always been a reflection of his own will. It had been built on sacrifice, on the blood and sweat of those who had followed him, believing in his vision, in his power. But now, for the first time, he was forced to confront the fact that this vision was no longer shared by all.

Xiao Mei had challenged him. She had dared to question his rule, to call for a new future—one of shared power, one where the disciples would have a voice. And her words had struck at something deep within him. The fear he had used to bind his disciples, to control them, had worked. But now, that same fear was beginning to unravel the very fabric of Void Horizon.

He had always known that power was fleeting. But this? This was a fracture he hadn't anticipated. And in that fracture, there was a deep, unsettling truth: the future of Void Horizon could no longer be shaped by his hand alone. The sect was no longer just his to control; it belonged to the disciples, to the ones who fought, bled, and sacrificed with him.

"Master."

The voice broke through his thoughts like a blade, sharp and clear. Yang Yu turned to find Ling Feng standing at the threshold, his expression serious. His usually calm demeanor was marred with concern, the lines on his face showing the strain of recent events. But in his eyes, there was still that familiar spark of loyalty. He had stood by Yang Yu through countless challenges, but this? This was different.

Ling Feng stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him. His eyes swept over the tense atmosphere before settling on his master. "Master, the disciples have gathered. Xiao Mei has called for a meeting, and she has already presented her vision for the future of Void Horizon. They're waiting for you."

Yang Yu's gaze hardened as he looked back at Ling Feng. The storm raged outside, but the storm within the sect had reached its boiling point. "So, it begins," he murmured. His voice was low, laced with frustration. "Xiao Mei's rebellion is no longer whispers in the dark. It has become a force, and now they gather under her banner. I cannot allow this to continue."

Ling Feng's expression softened, his brow furrowing as he moved closer. "Master, I understand your anger. But you must consider what this means for the sect. The disciples… they are no longer just following orders. They are beginning to question the very foundation of your leadership. They want more than just fear. They want unity. They want a voice."

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed as he stepped forward. "A voice? A voice is a dangerous thing, Ling Feng. It can tear down empires and weaken the strongest of forces. I have given everything to protect Void Horizon, and now, they want to throw it all away for a council? I will not allow that."

Ling Feng hesitated, his gaze dropping to the ground. "I do not believe they want to tear down what you've built, Master. I believe they want to build something greater, something more resilient. But that cannot happen if the disciples are left to feel powerless. The fear that binds them is a fragile thing. It can hold them together for a time, but it will not last."

Yang Yu was silent for a moment, the weight of his disciple's words settling over him like a heavy fog. He had always seen his way as the only way. He had built Void Horizon with blood and steel, with unyielding force. But now, Ling Feng's words seemed to echo the doubts he had been ignoring for so long. Was fear really enough to sustain a sect? Was control through power truly the answer?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps outside the war room. The door creaked open, and Elder Li entered, his face grave, his expression full of urgency. "Master," he said, his voice low and filled with concern, "Xiao Mei has gathered the disciples. They are waiting for your response. The rebellion has grown too large to ignore. If we do not act swiftly, the sect will be lost."

Yang Yu's gaze darkened. "What do you suggest, Elder Li? Should I give in to her demands? Should I allow this council to take shape under her leadership?"

Elder Li's eyes met his, the old cultivator's gaze filled with quiet wisdom. "No, Master. You must not give in, but you must listen. The time for brute force has passed. If Void Horizon is to survive, it must evolve. This is not just about power. It is about unity. Without it, the sect will fracture beyond repair. You have always been a leader, Master, but now you must be a guide. The disciples will not follow you if they do not believe in the future you offer them."

Yang Yu stood still, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The sect he had built with so much effort was now on the brink of collapse. His disciples were torn between loyalty to him and the promises of a new future under Xiao Mei's vision. He could not allow Void Horizon to fall, not like this. But neither could he ignore the voices calling for change.

"Very well," Yang Yu said, his voice steady but filled with resolve. "I will go. I will listen to what Xiao Mei has to say. But mark my words, Elder Li, this sect will not fall. I will not allow it."

Ling Feng stepped forward, his hand resting gently on his master's shoulder. "I will stand by you, Master. Whatever path you choose, we will stand together."

Yang Yu nodded, his heart heavy with the weight of what was to come. The storm outside had reached its peak, and now, he stood at the eye of the storm. The future of Void Horizon would be decided in the coming hours. Whether it would remain his to command or be handed over to the rebellious council would be determined by his next actions.

To Be Continued...