To understand the madness of the Genesis Sect, one must understand the ladder we were climbing. In the Star-God Realm, the heavens aren't just high; they are layered in fifteen distinct stages of suffering—I mean, enlightenment.
The Fifteen Heavens of Cultivation
Tier
Realm Name
Description
1
Body Tempering
Turning skin into iron and bones into steel.
2
Qi Refining
Drawing energy from the world into the meridians.
3
Foundation Establishment
Building the internal pillars of power.
4
Core Formation
Crystallizing energy into a solid golden core.
5
Nascent Soul
Birthing a spiritual infant within the soul.
6
Soul Transformation
Merging the spirit with the physical body.
7
Nirvana Realm
Death and rebirth through elemental tribulation.
8
Great Tribulation
Surviving the literal wrath of the heavens.
9
Star-God Realm
Harnessing the power of a single star.
10
Empyrean Boundless
Expanding one's consciousness across a galaxy.
11
Heavenly Emperor
Ruling the laws of space and time.
12
Universal Origin
Returning to the source of all creation.
13
World-Breaker
The power to collapse or create entire dimensions.
14
Primordial Sovereign
Existing before time; the law is your breath.
15
The Genesis Zenith
Beyond the System. Total Omnipotence.
The Great Grind: 10,000 Teachers and 1,000,000 Students
With the Absolute Zenith Spiritual Vein pumping liquid laws through the mountain, the training was no longer just "hard"—it was reality-bending.
I stood on the balcony with Lian Hua, watching the madness below. My original 10,000 disciples—all now at Realm 11: Heavenly Emperor—were no longer students. They were the most overqualified drill sergeants in history.
"Xuan Lu!" I yelled down. "Why is that new recruit crying?"
Xuan Lu, currently floating cross-legged in the air while balancing a miniature sun on his finger, looked down at Prince Zale. "He says the gravity in the potato pit is too high, Master! It's currently at 'Neutron Star' density!"
"Double it!" I commanded. "If he can't peel a potato while being crushed by the weight of a sun, how will he ever reach Realm 13?"
Prince Zale let out a squeak that sounded like a deflating balloon, but his hands kept moving. The potato skins were now being sliced so thin they were technically transparent.
The Evolution of the Old Guard
While the new recruits struggled with the basics, I had to push my original 10,000 toward the higher tiers. For them, the Zenith Vein provided the Well of Souls.
"Listen up, veterans!" I addressed the 10,000. "You've been Heavenly Emperors for long enough. It's time to break the world. Drink from the Well!"
They drank. The effect was instantaneous. Because their foundations were built on the "Pig-Slayer" techniques and humble labor, the transition was explosive. 10,000 pillars of light shot out, not just hitting the sky, but cracking the barriers between dimensions.
[Ding! 10,000 Disciples have advanced to Realm 12: Universal Origin.]
[Host Cultivation has resonated! Advanced to Realm 14: Primordial Sovereign.]
I felt it. The universe felt like a piece of paper I could fold at will. My wife, Lian Hua, laughed as her own cultivation soared alongside mine, her ice turning into Primordial Frost, capable of freezing time itself.
The Inter-Dimensional Sect Competition
The news of our "Zenith Vein" and our "Potato Emperors" had reached the other Great Realms. They didn't like it. They decided to host the All-Heavens Tournament to put us in our place.
Five of the strongest sects from the Primordial Void arrived. Their disciples were mounted on Qilins and Phoenixes, carrying weapons forged from the bones of ancient gods. Their leader, a Realm 13 World-Breaker known as the "Void Ancestor," looked at our mountain with disdain.
"So," the Void Ancestor sneered, his voice vibrating through the vacuum of space. "This is the 'Genesis Sect.' I see a lot of people... and a lot of potatoes. Where are your warriors?"
I stepped forward, leaning on my old broom. I looked at Prince Zale, who was now a Realm 7 Nirvana expert after only a month of peeling.
"Zale, you're the junior. You take the first round."
The Void Ancestor laughed. "A Nirvana whelp against my Soul Transformation elites? You insult us!"
"Zale," I whispered. "Remember the potato."
Zale stepped into the arena. His opponent, a towering elite in obsidian armor, lunged with a spear that could shatter moons. Zale didn't move. He used the "Peeling Knife Flow"—a technique he'd perfected while being crushed by gravity.
In a blur of motion, he didn't stab his opponent. He peeled him.
Within three seconds, the obsidian armor was lying in perfect, paper-thin slices on the floor. The elite stood there in his silk underwear, blinking in confusion. He hadn't even felt the blade.
The stadium went silent.
"Next," Zale said, his voice calm and humble. "I still have a mountain of tubers waiting for me, so let's hurry this up."
I turned to the Void Ancestor, who looked like he'd just swallowed a lemon. "See? It's all about the foundation. Now, do you want to see what my actual disciples can do, or should we just skip to the part where you give me your Sect's treasure as a participation fee?"
[Ding! Mission: Dominate the Tournament.]
[Reward: The Key to the 15th Realm.]
I smiled. The "pigs" were about to become the butchers of the multiverse.