Saiyan in Cultivation world

The air was still heavy with the remnants of battle, but the Rising Sun Sect had emerged victorious. The Black Serpent leader, once a terrifying force, lay defeated, and the remaining disciples of his faction had retreated into the shadows, nursing their wounds and retreating for now.

Elder Yu stood before the sect, her presence as commanding as ever. The smoke and dust of the battlefield clung to her robes, but her eyes held an unyielding determination.

"Today, we have faced an unprecedented threat," she began, her voice resonating with authority. "But this victory, though hard-won, is only a temporary reprieve. The Black Serpents were but one faction in the growing chaos of this world. We must remain vigilant. The balance of the cultivation world is fragile, and the dark forces will continue to rise."

Yuto stood by her side, his body battered and bruised from the intense battle, but his spirit remained unbroken. He had come so far, but he knew this victory was only the beginning. "What now, Elder?" he asked, his voice steady despite the exhaustion in his bones.

Elder Yu turned to him, her expression thoughtful. "Now, we rebuild. We tend to our wounded, strengthen our defenses, and prepare for what is to come. The Black Serpents were led by a man driven by madness, but there are others out there with even darker motives. We cannot afford to lower our guard."

Kaito stepped forward, his sword sheathed at his side. "We've fought hard, Elder. But with their leader gone, the Black Serpents may fracture. Should we pursue them?"

Elder Yu shook her head. "No. Their leader may be dead, but they are still a threat. For now, we focus on securing the sect and preparing for the next phase. We cannot allow ourselves to become complacent."

Mei, ever the optimist, tried to lighten the mood. "We've done what we could. We can take a moment to rest, right? A victory like this deserves a celebration!"

Elder Yu gave a rare, faint smile. "Rest, yes. But remember, there are greater dangers ahead. Rest, and then we prepare for the next battle."

As the disciples tended to the wounded and began to clean up the battlefield, Yuto wandered to the edge of the forest. His thoughts were heavy, filled with questions about the Black Serpent leader's words. His quest for strength, the need to protect those he cared for, and the whispers of something darker than the Black Serpents tugged at his mind.

He felt a pull—an urge to discover more about the world, to seek out the root of the turmoil that had now begun to bleed into the cultivation world.

As he gazed out over the horizon, he whispered to himself, "There's more to this than just fighting. Something is coming, something worse than we've ever faced."

Days passed as the sect recovered from the battle with the Black Serpents. The disciples trained, their resolve solidified by the recent victory, but an undercurrent of unease lingered. The Black Serpent leader's final words had not been forgotten, and Yuto knew deep down that the threat was far from over.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Elder Yu summoned Yuto to her quarters. The sect hall was quiet, the only sound being the rustle of the trees in the distance.

"You called for me, Elder?" Yuto asked as he entered.

Elder Yu motioned for him to sit. "Yes. There is something I need to show you—something I've kept hidden for many years."

Yuto raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

Elder Yu reached into a drawer and pulled out an ancient scroll. It was yellowed with age, its edges worn and fragile. She unrolled it carefully, revealing a faded inscription.

"This is the Prophecy of the Shattered Moon," she said, her voice somber. "It's a prophecy that has been passed down through generations of Rising Sun Sect elders. It speaks of a time when the world would be thrown into chaos, a time when a great force would arise to shatter the balance of the cultivation world. It is said that the only ones who can stop this force are the chosen ones, those marked by destiny."

Yuto frowned. "A prophecy? And what does this have to do with me?"

Elder Yu's gaze met his, her eyes filled with a deep understanding. "You are one of the chosen ones, Yuto. Your arrival in this world, your strength, your Saiyan blood—these are not accidents. The Prophecy of the Shattered Moon speaks of one who will rise from beyond the stars, one whose power will be both the salvation and destruction of the cultivation world. You are that person."

Yuto's heart skipped a beat. "You mean… I'm the one destined to save or destroy everything?"

Elder Yu nodded, her face grave. "Yes. The prophecy is clear. The path you walk will lead to either the salvation of this world or its ultimate destruction. Your power, the golden ki you wield, is the key. But with that power comes a great responsibility. You will be forced to make choices that will shape the future of the cultivation world. And the enemies you face will stop at nothing to see you fail."

Yuto sat in stunned silence, trying to process the weight of the words. He had always known his strength was something extraordinary, but to learn that his existence was tied to an ancient prophecy was overwhelming.

"But why me?" he asked, his voice shaky. "Why am I the one chosen?"

Elder Yu's expression softened. "The prophecy does not explain everything, but it's clear that your Saiyan blood plays a pivotal role. The power you possess is rare, even in this world. And there are those who will seek to control you, to use your power for their own dark purposes."

Yuto clenched his fists, the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. "I didn't ask for this," he muttered. "I just want to protect the ones I care about."

Elder Yu placed a hand on his shoulder. "And that is why you will succeed. It is your heart, your desire to protect others, that will guide you through the darkness. But you must be prepared, Yuto. The future is uncertain, and you will face unimaginable challenges. The Black Serpents were only the beginning."

As Yuto left Elder Yu's quarters, the weight of the prophecy hung heavy on his mind. He was no longer just a warrior fighting for survival—he was the key to the fate of the world. The choices he made in the coming days would decide the future of the entire cultivation world.

But one thing was clear: he could not do it alone. He needed his friends, the disciples of the Rising Sun Sect, and their strength. Together, they would face whatever darkness lay ahead.