The Number One Immortal Martial Artist, Starting by Beating the City Lord's Son to a Pulp

Not a Beloved Darling of All, Strength Above All

Settle your grudges in this life, not the next. No rebirth, no second chances...

The protagonist believes only in the present and rises against the odds. He was born supreme; he needs no reversal of time.

A great battle ends in defeat, and the truth turns to ash.

Ashes rekindle, and all things await revival.

One of my bodies is a martial arts prodigy, brilliantly gifted.

My other body has a talent that astonishes even the immortal path, but within it lurks a mad bird.

That day, I encountered an ancient coffin and saw the peerless beauty of days gone by.

That day, the past returned. The mad bird shot into the skies, fought nine battles, and died, its blood staining the depths of space.

That day, I pieced together the truth, ventured into the starry sky, and tore apart its false light.

That day, the mad bird gazed upon the Golden Crow and sang the complete Song of the Nine Phoenixes' Burial.

The world calls me invincible, and I have drawn the bones of countless fallen races.

I crush the boundless tribulations of the supreme and transform the myriad worlds, hiding old friends within.

From then on, across billions of galaxies, I alone, clad in plain white, walk through the eternal night.

Note: The story is told entirely in the third person. There isn't much plot within the sect; the protagonist spends his time roaming the world. This isn't a traditional tale of infighting within the sect. The sect is powerful, not poor.