Reincarnated as a Wandering Swordsman in a World of Magic and Murim

Ren stepped beyond the ancient chamber, the mountain wind howling around him as the cold bit into his skin. The weight of the jade crystal in his hand felt heavier than it should—a burden of knowledge, a responsibility to uncover the lost wisdom of Murim.

He clenched the fragment tightly, feeling the pulse of ancient power within it. The Keeper's words echoed in his mind: "Seek the remnants of the lost sects, and forge a path where none have dared to tread."

Ren took a deep breath, steadying his mind. He had endured the Trial of the Soul, confronted his own weaknesses, and emerged stronger. But this was only the beginning. The path ahead remained uncertain, and the road to rediscovering the lost sects was shrouded in mystery.

As he descended the mountain trail, his thoughts drifted back to Lady Kagura. Would she have known about this jade crystal? He recalled her warnings about the dangers of seeking lost knowledge—how some truths were better left buried.

But Ren could not turn back now. The visions he had seen within the trial showed him glimpses of a power that had been erased from history, a legacy that had been stolen from the world. If he truly wanted to grow stronger, if he truly wished to carve his own path, he had to follow the traces left behind.

By midday, he reached the foot of the mountain, where his horse awaited him. He patted the creature's mane before mounting, setting his sights toward his next destination.

His journey to uncover the lost sects had begun.