The heavens wept with bolts of holy light,
Yet deep beneath, in caverns cold as night,
Where Lin Xun lay with flames upon his brow,
A tale reborn through agony did grow.
His bones had cracked, his blood had turned to mist,
His veins ran rivers none alive could list.
The Frostwing's core, a raging dual tide,
Now carved its mark where secrets dared to hide.
> "Flame and frost… not war, but woven song…"
"Let chaos blend, where both shall now belong."
He floated, lost, in spheres of flame and snow,
The void between all realms began to glow.
His soul, like crystal, forged in cosmic fire,
Now danced along the edge of fate's desire.
> "Boy…"
A voice, not old nor young, nor dark nor bright,
A beast's last echo, birthed in primal light.
> "My death is not your gain alone, but pact—"
"Protect my kin, or suffer curse intact."
Lin Xun, through haze, reached deep inside his soul.
> "I vow it—by the fire, by the cold."
A searing flash. A final pulse. Then calm.
He rose amidst the ashes with new charm.
His eyes now held a flicker not of man—
But of a beast that had seen time's full span.
—
The valley stirred. A tremor rang through stone.
Mountains groaned. The winds began to moan.
Lin Xun emerged with frost upon his skin,
And flame-shaped seals like tattoos etched within.
His aura surged—a Sovereign Core was born.
Not simply power, but of fate reborn.
Where others needed decades, blood, and grace,
He'd crossed a threshold none had dared to face.
Yet power draws more than just fate's gaze.
Above, beyond, in silent skies ablaze,
Sect Saint Luan now floated, cloaked in dread,
His blade unsheathed, his eyes a burning red.
> "He grows too fast. The root must now be torn,"
"Or Heaven itself shall break from its core."
—
Far in the Skyrect Sect's domain,
Xu Qingxue read through ancient scrolls again.
The name "Lin Xun" now danced before her eyes,
Not inked, but echoing in heaven's cries.
She frowned, then smiled—a rare expression bloomed.
> "So he lives, and rises far too soon."
"Perhaps that boy… could challenge destiny."
And so she turned, her guards in silent tow,
To chase the tale where frozen lotus grow.
—
Lin Xun, now changed, stood on the valley's edge,
His cloak half-burnt, his boots on crumbling ledge.
A shadow moved—a spear was hurled with might,
It cracked the stones, then split the crimson light.
Luan had arrived. The curse upon his skin
Glowed sickly black, with hatred roiled within.
> "Child of the traitor flame, I come,"
"To end your tale before your legend's sung."
Lin Xun raised hands, his new veins pulsing blue,
The flame and frost began their deadly brew.
> "You want to test a child born of pain?"
"Then bleed with me, and let's reshape the flame."
Their clash ignited stars above their heads,
The storm they birthed filled valleys with the dead.
Flame talons struck at venom-curved abyss,
While frost turned blade to mist with ghostly hiss.
Luan's blade hissed—a serpent made of night—
It danced in shadows, drank the holy light.
Lin Xun stood firm, his ring now shone anew,
And ten thousand glyphs of fire broke through.
> "Burn!"
A phoenix cry erupted from his palm,
The beast's last will now used as wrathful balm.
Luan reeled back, his arms half-charred and bent,
His serpent blade now hissing in torment.
> "Impossible! You merged it fully whole?"
"What monster lives within that mortal soul!?"
But Lin Xun said no words—his stance replied,
With silence sharp enough to part the skies.
He leapt, his fist now cloaked in ancient law,
And struck the saint who dared defy his draw.
The world turned still. Luan's body crashed.
A crater bloomed, the hills around it smashed.
But death had not yet claimed the fallen fiend—
He fled in shame, with venom barely gleaned.
> "This isn't over, cursed son of flame,"
"I'll return, and all shall burn in your name."
—
Breathless, Lin Xun knelt by scorched black grass.
His body trembled. Strength began to pass.
But at the edge, a gentle hand reached out—
A voice like dusk, refined and clear without doubt.
> "You overused the phoenix's might too soon."
He looked and saw—eyes deep like lunar rune.
Xu Qingxue stood, her hair like velvet smoke,
Her jade-like grace enough to make stars choke.
> "You're lucky I arrived," she said with smile,
"Or you'd be ash scattered across a mile."
He tried to speak, but blood betrayed his lips.
She caught him gently, fingers firm on hips.
> "Rest," she said. "I'm curious of your tale."
"And why your fire smells of ancient veil."
Thus destiny entwined their fates anew—
The frost-flame boy and girl of jade-hued hue.
—
Back at the sect, alarms began to blaze.
Elders stirred, their hearts in burning daze.
> "He's gone to Nine-Blood? That cursed flame?!"
"The phoenix seal? It's real?! What shame!"
Sect Master Han, his beard now grey with dread,
Sat quiet, eyes fixed where the storm had bled.
> "Let him come back," he whispered, low and deep.
"The boy's no fool. He sowed what we must reap."
—
In a dream that night, Lin Xun saw a field
Of stars that whispered secrets long concealed.
A throne of ash stood at the world's edge,
With fire-shaped chains and frost-forged pledge.
Upon that throne, a man with molten crown
Said nothing—but his aura shook the ground.
> "Fathe
r…?" Lin Xun asked, unsure, amazed.
But only silence met his searching gaze.
Then one word echoed—deep, immense, and slow:
> "Soon."
And Lin Xun woke, with heart too full to show.
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