The world faded to silence.
One moment, Lu Fan stood upon scorched earth beneath a wounded sky — the next, the battlefield dissolved into light, and his consciousness drifted through endless space.
There was no wind. No sky. Only a sea of floating glyphs — pages of golden script, turning themselves in an unseen breeze.
Each page radiated wisdom so ancient that even the stars would have bowed to it.
Lu Fan took a single breath — and felt as though the entire cosmos inhaled with him.
> [Universal Library: Sovereign Realm Entry Confirmed.]
[Access Granted — "Infinite Pages Pavilion."]
The voice was clearer now, not a system but a presence — calm, resonant, almost divine.
A staircase of light formed before him, spiraling upward into infinity.
As he stepped onto it, the pages floated closer, forming words and visions. He saw scenes from other worlds — ancient cultivators shattering stars, gods kneeling before mortals, and realms collapsing into void.
Each image left behind fragments of energy that entered his body. His spiritual veins burned, reshaping under the pressure. His soul sea expanded endlessly, and his heart pulsed with new rhythm — not human, not immortal, but sovereign.
Lu Fan whispered, "So this is the true form of the Library…"
> "The Library is not an artifact, Lu Fan," the voice replied, echoing through his soul. "It is a memory of the universe itself. Every law, every technique, every fate recorded — and now, you are its bearer."
His white hair fluttered in the golden wind.
He looked down and realized — beneath him, thousands of Sovereign Thrones floated, each carved from starlight. But all were empty.
> "Where are the others?" Lu Fan asked softly.
The Library paused — then replied with quiet melancholy.
> "They have fallen. Long ago, the Sovereigns waged war against the Void Beyond Creation. Their knowledge scattered… their legacies sealed within me."
Lu Fan's gaze hardened. "And now that power rests in me."
> "If you are worthy."
With those words, the staircase split into nine paths, each radiating a distinct aura — flame, shadow, sword, illusion, void, soul, sound, beast, and blood.
> "Choose your path, White-Haired Sovereign."
Lu Fan closed his eyes. Within his mind, the memories of battle, loss, and awakening replayed. The world had stripped him of everything — yet he still stood.
He smiled faintly. "I walk the Path of Void — for I came from nothing… and to nothing, I will return only when I choose."
The Void Path flared to life — endless blackness lit by threads of silver.
As he stepped forward, the Library trembled, recognizing his decision.
Instantly, his consciousness expanded — galaxies unfolded in his eyes, and his soul fused with the essence of the Library itself.
> [Sovereign Path: The Void Ascension Unlocked.]
[Technique Access Granted — "Eternal Reversal Art."]
A page of pure darkness drifted into his hand, symbols shifting across it like living shadows. The knowledge flowed into him — sharp, heavy, overwhelming.
He collapsed to one knee, blood dripping from his lips. Yet his eyes burned brighter than ever.
> "Power beyond balance demands a price," the Library warned.
"Will you still accept it?"
Lu Fan clenched his fist. "I've already lost everything. What else can it take?"
For a long moment, the Library was silent — then the void itself bowed to him.
> "Then rise, Lu Fan. You are now the Keeper of the Void — the White-Haired Sovereign of Creation's End."
The sea of pages exploded outward, forming constellations that shaped themselves into a massive gate — its inscription glowing with three ancient words:
> "HEAVEN BREAKER REALM."
Lu Fan stood, wiping the blood from his chin. His expression was calm, unshaken. "Heaven Breaker… so the true war hasn't even begun."
The gate opened, and beyond it, an entire universe awaited — a realm where Sovereigns tested gods, and where knowledge itself could destroy reality.
With one last breath, Lu Fan stepped through.
The Library whispered one final line — faint, almost sorrowful:
> "Every author eventually writes their own ending."
And then he was gone.