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"Heaven Shatterer"
Prologue: The Fall of a Star
In the celestial empire of the Ninefold Heavens, Jian Wuji was hailed as the brightest genius in ten thousand years. Crowned as the "Heaven's Chosen," he mastered three supreme daos before the age of twenty and stood on the verge of becoming the youngest Celestial Emperor in recorded history.
But greatness breeds envy.
On the night of his ascension, his closest friend, beloved master, and his own blood brother betrayed him. They stole his Heavenly Core and shattered his Divine Root. Wuji fell from the Heaven's Peak, his body scorched by the flames of divine tribulation and crushed beneath the contempt of those he trusted most.
As he drifted into the void, his soul whispered, not in sorrow, but in hatred.
> "Love is a weakness. Trust is death. I will return... not to save, but to destroy."
Chapter 1: The Rebirth of a Devil
Jian Wuji awoke in the body of a crippled orphan named Shen Mo, 10,000 years in the past. The world was raw, untamed, and full of primal energy. His old world was polished, regulated by heavenly laws. This one was chaotic—and perfect for someone with nothing to lose.
Within his new body burned a black flame—the residue of the tribulation lightning that once killed him. This flame whispered secrets. Forbidden cultivation techniques. Paths no man dared to tread.
He embraced it.
> "From now on, I cultivate only hatred. My dao is Desolation. My sword cuts karma. My steps trample fate."
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Chapter 2: The Path of No Return
Wuji forged a new path: The Void Dao—a cultivation method that rejected balance and harmony. It thrived on destruction, consumed heavenly qi, and devoured other cultivators' foundations.
At ten, he destroyed a sect that enslaved orphans.
At fifteen, he eradicated the Blood Sun Clan who ruled through fear.
At twenty, the world feared the name "Shen Mo," calling him the Black Flame Reaper.
But he felt nothing. Not joy. Not pride. Only silence.
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Chapter 3: The Forbidden Realms
To shatter the heavens, Wuji needed to do the impossible: break into the realms of cultivation that defied natural order.
He entered the Abyssal Mirror Realm, slayed an ancient god, and absorbed the Chrono Seed, giving him control over time.
He entered the Nether Lotus Grave, battled the Undying Monarch, and stole the Death Core, gaining dominion over life and death.
He rewrote cultivation.
His enemies called him a demon.
The heavens called him an abomination.
He smiled for the first time.
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Chapter 4: Return to Ashes
A thousand years passed in the mortal world. In the upper heavens, only a decade.
The betrayers had ascended to become Supreme Emperors. They ruled the Ninefold Heavens with arrogance, believing Wuji long dead.
But when the stars began to dim, and realms began to collapse, the heavens trembled.
A black hole formed in the sky. From it emerged a man with eyes like the void and a blade forged from the soul of a dying god.
He spoke only three words:
> "I. Have. Returned."
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Chapter 5: Carnage Among the Stars
Wuji carved his way through the heavens. Each Emperor fell like wheat before the scythe.
He killed his former master, whose last words were, "You were like a son to me."
Wuji whispered, "You were always trash to me."
He destroyed the love of his youth, who had sold him for power. She wept, but he no longer remembered her face.
He unleashed the Heaven-Shattering Technique, annihilating an entire realm and rupturing the balance of the universe.
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Chapter 6: Battle of the End
Only one remained: the Heaven's Will itself—a sentient force that governed all karma, all causality, all fate.
It descended in a form of pure light, demanding Wuji yield.
But he stood tall, black flames rising, eyes void of everything.
Their battle lasted eons. Time ceased. Stars were born and died in their wake.
In the final moment, Wuji shattered the Heaven's Will with his Void Heaven Blade.
> "There is no order. No fate. Only me."
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Next book:The Lonely Throne
He sat upon a throne of broken stars in a silent universe. There were no more enemies. No more allies. No love. No hatred.
Only silence.
And then... he wept.
Not for others.
Not for the world.
But because he had won.
And there was nothing left.
The End