Location: Supreme Celestial Realm – Palace of a Thousand Stars
The heavens trembled.
Across the vast reaches of the celestial sky, countless constellations blinked out one by one—as though the very cosmos held its breath. High atop the Divine Summit, within the golden halls of the Palace of a Thousand Stars, the footsteps of a single man echoed like thunder through eternity.
Emperor Lin Feng.
He stood beneath the Celestial Dome, robed in light spun from starfire, wearing the Crown of Balance that shimmered with cosmic wisdom. In his right hand, the Scepter of Equilibrium hummed with divine authority. His gaze—ancient, piercing, unyielding—looked past time itself.
He had ruled the heavens for over three millennia.
And now, he was surrounded.
Seven silhouettes emerged from the shadows of the outer corridor, each cloaked in celestial power. They walked toward him—not as disciples greeting their master, but as wolves circling a wounded lion.
Xuan Mo, the great strategist, face expressionless.
Zhi Lan, the imperial healer, beauty marred by guilt.
Ji Feng, the general of storms, his armored fists clenched.
Yue Shan, keeper of time, eyes shifting like ripples.
Meng Yu, the beloved prodigy, gaze lowered.
Bai Yue, the silent archivist, lips sealed by secrets.
And finally, Shen Lie, once Lin Feng's sworn brother-in-arms—now, the betrayer.
Lin Feng exhaled slowly.
— "So… this is how it ends?"
No reply came—only silence heavy enough to crack the stars. It was Xuan Mo who finally stepped forward.
— "Your reign has disturbed the heavens. You sought to defy the divine order."
Zhi Lan followed. "You rejected the Elder Pantheon. Refused to submit to the Law of Balance."
— "You threatened the structure of all realms," said Bai Yue. "You believed justice was yours to define."
Lin Feng smiled—an ancient, weary smile.
— "And yet, you followed me through every battle. You called me teacher. Brother. Emperor."
Meng Yu raised his eyes, pain flickering within. "You stopped being our emperor the moment you trusted no one."
Lightning rippled across the sky. The Celestial Dome darkened. The Divine Scepter trembled in Lin Feng's hand as if sensing its end.
Then Xuan Mo raised his right hand—and the Chains of Karma burst forth, shimmering golden bindings summoned from the depths of cosmic law. They coiled around Lin Feng's limbs like snakes forged from fate itself.
Zhi Lan stepped forward, holding a vial of violet liquid: Soulbane Essence. A forbidden toxin—its use a celestial crime punishable by eternal oblivion.
Lin Feng did not resist.
Not because he was too weak…
But because his mind was elsewhere.
Deep below the Palace, in a sealed subdimensional vault unknown even to the gods, slumbered an ancient relic: the Eye of the Void.
Lin Feng had sealed it there long ago. A remnant of the Primordial Chaos. An artifact that defied death, time, and law.
As his body crumbled under betrayal and divine poison, his soul tore itself free.
It slipped through the smallest fracture in reality.
Unseen.
Untouched.
Unbroken.
The heavens shook. The Pillars of Law cracked. The Celestial Throne shattered.
But Lin Feng's voice—soft, resolute—whispered into the fabric of existence:
"I am not dead.
I am reborn.
And when I return… heaven itself will kneel."
Location: Void Sanctuary – Between Realms
Darkness swirled, not as absence, but as origin. The Eye of the Void pulsed at the center of the chaos, a cosmic iris glowing with black-gold radiance. It opened as Lin Feng's soul approached, accepting him as its chosen host.
A voice echoed—neither male nor female, neither old nor young.
"You who were betrayed,
You who bore justice without mercy,
Be cast down into dust,
That you may rise greater than the stars."
And so the pact was sealed.
Lin Feng's soul fused with the Eye.
And the cycle began anew.
Location: Mortal Realm – Eastern Plains, Yun Clan Territory
Mud.
Blood.
Shame.
A young boy lay broken beside the training grounds of the Yun Clan. His face was bruised, ribs cracked, lips torn. The boys who had beaten him—sons of the elite—had already walked away, laughing.
Yun Tian.
Fifteen years old. Orphan. Labeled "impure" for his mixed bloodline. He was the bottom rung of the clan's hierarchy—beaten, mocked, ignored.
He had stopped breathing minutes ago.
And yet—somewhere, a star flickered.
A distant echo of power surged across dimensions, latching onto the boy's fading spark of life. The Eye of the Void, now bonded with Lin Feng, ignited within him.
Yun Tian gasped.
And the world changed.
Interlude – Soul Awakening
Lin Feng's consciousness surfaced inside the frail body.
Pain.
So much pain.
He had not felt such agony in eons. His celestial form had never known hunger, illness, or fear. But now he was mortal—weak, broken, bleeding.
He looked into the mindscape of his new vessel. Memories came in fragments: a lonely child, scorned by everyone, whispering dreams into the wind that no one heard.
But those dreams had ended.
He had ended.
And Lin Feng had returned in his place.
— This body… is pathetic. But I live. And where there is life… there is vengeance.
He reached inward.
And the Eye responded.
Synchronization: 1%...
A wave of ancient force surged through his soul. Not enough to fight. Not yet. But enough to plan.
Enough to wait.
Location: Servants' Quarters – That Night
The wind outside howled, but inside the wooden shack assigned to the clan's outcasts, Lin Feng sat cross-legged.
He stared at his trembling hands. Once, they had parted dimensions. Raised legions. Carried gods on their knees.
Now, they could barely lift a stick.
— So be it.
He pressed two fingers to his brow. Pain flared. A fragment of celestial memory surfaced—a technique for breathing in hidden cultivation energy. The technique had been sealed by the heavens themselves.
But Lin Feng had written the laws. And now, he would break them.
His breath steadied.
Energy trickled into his veins—tainted and chaotic, but it was a start.
In a corner of the room, a girl peeked through the broken wall panel.
Her name was Lan Xue—a rejected disciple labeled "spiritually impure." She saw Yun Tian every day, bruised and beaten, but tonight something was different.
His eyes.
They held power.
And silence.
And something deeper… like a storm just beginning to form.
Location: Celestial Realm – Throne of Judgment
The traitors celebrated.
Shen Lie declared a new reign.
Xuan Mo inscribed new laws into the Great Codex.
Zhi Lan shed tears at a funeral that was a lie.
None of them felt the ripple.
But far away, on the edge of forgotten history, a stone tablet cracked. It was one that Bai Yue had erased centuries ago—an ancient prophecy:
"When the Void awakens,
When the Heir returns,
The False Gods shall tremble."
Ending Scene – Mortal Realm
In the darkened plains outside the Yun Clan compound, Lin Feng—within Yun Tian's frail body—stood beneath the stars.
He clenched his fist. Felt the weakness. Embraced it.
And whispered:
— "You killed my body.
You stole my name.
You rewrote my legacy."
He opened his eyes.
In them, a black star gleamed.
"Now watch… as I reclaim the heavens."
Cliffhanger:
The heavens had fallen.
But from the ashes, a storm was rising.
Not as a god… but as the heir of the forbidden skies.
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