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Chapter 1 - Prolounge

There are legends of men who reached the heavens.

Swords that split continents. Flames that burned time itself. Techniques that summoned stars from beyond the void.

But those are tales of builders—those who added to the world.

This is not their story.

This is the story of the one who took things away.

The one who saw the threads between all things—life and death, soul and stone, time and truth—and quietly began to pull.

He was not born special. He did not awaken to divine talent, nor did fate shine upon him with golden light. No ancient beast chose him. No dying sage bequeathed him power.

They called him a nobody. A servant sweeping floors in a sect that barely noticed his existence.

His name was Li Shen.

And they should have left him forgotten.

For beneath their temple, beneath the arrogance of generations, lay a ruin erased from memory. A silent vault built not to empower—but to contain.

He found it.

Inside, he discovered a loom.

Not one that wove destiny…

…but one that could unravel it.

With each chapter of his journey, the world began to change.

He severed threads that were not meant to be touched—cultivation foundations, karmic bindings, ancient laws woven into the bones of reality.

He dismantled sects without lifting a blade.

He defeated prodigies by correcting the equations of their power.

He tore down truths that had stood for millennia.

And slowly, silently, he became something the world had no name for.

Not hero. Not villain.

Something colder.

Something precise.

By the time they realized what he was…

It was too late.

Entire sects vanished, not in flame, but in forgetting.

History rewrote itself to exclude him.

And still, he walked forward—alone, calculating, eternal.

But even he could not remain forever.

In the end, he vanished… without a trace.

Only a single phrase remains, whispered by the few who study forbidden texts and walk broken ruins:

"There was once a thread that should never have been pulled."

And somewhere, in a chamber no one can find, a loom still waits…For the next forgotten soul curious enough to reach forward.

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