The heavens were still smoldering.
All across the continent, cultivators stopped and looked skyward. Even mortals, unaware of the cosmic war, felt it in their bones—the weight of history trembling.
Lin Feng stood at the edge of the Cloudpiercer Plateau. Before him, a storm of golden lightning churned. Beyond that storm: the entrance to the Divine Realm.
"We're really doing this," Ruoxi muttered.
Yue Lian's voice was steady. "We have to. They won't stop unless he's dead."
Lin Feng flexed his fingers. "Then let's give them something to fear."
With a wave of his hand, a gate of shadows and starlight cracked open.
The Void Monarch had come knocking.
The Divine Realm was not meant for mortals. But Lin Feng was no longer bound by that label.
As they crossed the threshold, everything turned white—sky, ground, breath, even thought. Concepts floated by them: "Justice." "Obedience." "Sacrifice."
"Gross," Ruoxi muttered. "Feels like a temple pamphlet."
Yue Lian shivered. "Don't inhale too much. The air here rewrites your soul."
Lin Feng smirked. "That's cute. Let's see what happens when we rewrite it back."
He snapped his fingers.
Void bloomed across the clouds, and for the first time in history, the sky burned.
The Divine Palace loomed ahead—seven towers surrounding a hollow spire of light.
Each tower held a Throne: a seat of godhood.
And each Throne was occupied.
Zhen Wu, the Spear of Final Law
Asha, the Goddess of Flame Chains
Morikai, the Sleeping Judge
Vailen, Weaver of Time
Il'Rai, Mother of Judgments
The Architect, silent and unknowable
And in the center: The Nameless One—the Supreme God who does not speak… only observes.
Lin Feng approached.
"You know why I'm here."
Zhen Wu stood. "You defy balance. You bring the Void."
"I bring choice."
"Then make it," the Nameless One thought into the air.
And the palace exploded into war.
Each Throne god unleashes reality-breaking powers:
Asha ignites cause and effect—burns consequences into reality
Vailen turns seconds into centuries, trying to trap Lin Feng in forever
The Architect bends geometry, collapsing every attack inward
Lin Feng responds with:
Chrono Rift Blade: cuts through timeflows
Void Aegis: shields allies by erasing incoming damage from history
Oblivion Pulse: turns divine constructs into uncodeable fragments
Ruoxi and Yue Lian fight back-to-back with Lin Feng.
Yue Lian calls out: "I've had nightmares more coherent than this!"
Ruoxi deflects a concept-blade. "You like those dreams, admit it!"
Lin Feng floats above the battle. "Focus! We're rewriting the terms of godhood!"
He locks eyes with the Nameless One.
The Nameless One opens its eyes.
Reality halts.
Even Lin Feng stumbles.
No law. No void. Just… absence.
The Nameless One does not attack. It simply watches.
Lin Feng reaches deep—into all Seven Keys.
Then he smiles.
"You've watched for too long."
"Now it's your turn to learn."
He fuses the Keys.
Past. Present. Future.
Memory. Identity. Creation. Destruction.
He becomes not the Void Monarch…
…but the Trueborn Paradox.
One strike.
The Nameless One is struck.
Not destroyed. But rewritten—from god… to witness.
The palace is gone.
The sky is not burned—it is reborn.
Mortals across the world awaken with freedom in their souls.
Yue Lian weeps, not from sorrow, but release.
Ruoxi punches Lin Feng lightly in the chest. "Well, you did it."
Lin Feng exhales. "Did what?"
"Scared the gods."
He looks at the sky.
"I wonder what comes next."
To be continue...