The Exiled Disciple!

In an unknown starfield, a white-robed middle-aged man sat cross-legged in the air. All around him was barren wasteland, with not a single celestial body in sight.

Bzz!

The distant void trembled, ripples spreading through it as the figure of a burly young man emerged and strode across space.

"Lost?"

Taishang slowly opened his eyes. His gaze fell upon the young man, and a faint smile touched his lips.

"Indeed. At least I didn't break my iron fists again..."

His voice paused, and a trace of helplessness entered his smile, for the young man had stopped far away, not daring to approach at all.

"Teacher truly saw everything coming!"

Yue Zhen stopped cautiously, his brows drawing together slightly, yet there was no sign of disappointment. He cupped his hands from afar and said:

"Just as Teacher said before, a rabble could not stand against a general commanding ten thousand troops. Feng Boyong's 'True Form' transformed into a sword, peerlessly sharp. Even with Thousand Manifestations contained within it, it was difficult to contend against."

"However..." Yue Zhen hesitated slightly, confusion appearing on his face as he said:

"Teacher had already anticipated that Feng Boyong would comprehend Martial Dao Will?"

"It was not difficult to guess."

Taishang gently shook his head and said with a faint smile:

"Though I had never met Feng Boyong, the people of the Celestial Killer Sect were not blind."

"Now that you have witnessed Feng Boyong's sword today, think carefully about why your fist is thrown, and whether you can truly carry your own will through to the end!"

"Carry my will through to the end?"

Yue Zhen raised his right hand and clenched his five fingers into a fist, deep in thought.

Just then,

Boom!

The sea of stars surged. Waves formed from starlight arose from