The air trembled with an unreal tension as Lin Feng stood atop the Judgment Mountain. The black stone beneath his feet was etched with ancient runes, faintly glowing under the pale light of the two moons that hung silently in the twilight sky. Around him, suspended in an ethereal circle that hovered between the sky and the abyss, the highest representatives of the Celestial Pantheon had gathered. The Seven Traitors, celestial sovereigns who had once betrayed Lin Feng, sat in cold and solemn ranks. Yet now, they were no longer his enemies but the judges—the arbiters of his very existence.
The Eye of the Void, fused with his soul, pulsed inside his chest like a blazing heart. He knew this trial would be more than a physical battle. It was a metaphysical confrontation, a duel against the immutable laws of the universe, against the destiny the Pantheon had sought to impose on him without his consent.
The Summoning of the Conclave
"Lin Feng, or Yun Tian, the Heir of the Forbidden Heavens," began Xuan Mo, the Grand Strategist who had ascended as God of Law. His voice echoed like a death knell through the void. "You have defied Heaven itself, torn the seals of eternity, and shattered sacred covenants. This conclave is convened to judge your existence, to decide if your soul is worthy of destruction or redemption."
Around the circle, the other celestial sovereigns nodded gravely, each prepared to pronounce their verdict. Zhi Lan, Goddess of Compassion, lowered her eyes, her face etched with an ancient sorrow, while Ji Feng, Lord of the Battlefields, clenched his fists, eager for the clash to come.
But Lin Feng remained unmoved, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the Eye of the Void within him. This was no ordinary tribunal. It was a battle of wills, of essences, hidden from mortal sight.
The Absorption of Destiny
As the first judgment was cast, a chain of divine light shot toward Lin Feng, charged with the power to annihilate his fragmented soul. The Eye of the Void opened wide—an abyssal sphere swallowing the radiance. In an instant, it devoured the attack, absorbing the very essence of the destiny the Pantheon sought to force upon him.
A shudder rippled through the conclave. Never before had a mortal—or even a celestial sovereign—dared to capture the force of fate itself. It was blasphemy, a cosmic heresy.
"How is this possible?" gasped Yue Shan, Lord of Temporalities, his gaze faltering beneath the shock of this anomaly. "This power defies causality!"
Lin Feng straightened, his voice calm yet resolute. "Destiny is not a chain to bind us. It is a vast sea where each can swim, fight, or drown. I have seized this power not to rebel against order, but to purify it. You have betrayed justice and corrupted the sacred laws. I have come to restore them."
The Duel of Essences
At that moment, the ground cracked beneath the weight of divine presences. Judgment Mountain trembled violently as a vortex of energy began to pull the very space around them into a spiral.
Xuan Mo raised his hands, weaving golden chains that twisted into a spiritual labyrinth meant to imprison Lin Feng.
But Lin Feng summoned the Eye of the Void; a radiant dark aura enveloped him, and the chains burned away in ether flames. What followed was a cosmic dance, where the laws of light and darkness, time and karma collided with cataclysmic force.
Lan Xue, who had followed Lin Feng to this place, watched silently as a veiled witness. Her eyes reflected the battle's intensity, aware that if Lin Feng were to fall, it would not only mean the end of a man, but the extinguishing of hope itself.
Revelations of the Past
In the midst of the struggle, spectral visions materialized. The Ancient Gods, silent witnesses of past betrayals, appeared as luminous silhouettes. Their voices resonated directly in Lin Feng's mind:
"Lin Feng, Chosen of the Ancients, the time has come to transcend limits. This judgment is not of men nor fallen gods. It is the judgment of Eternity itself."
He understood then that this battle surpassed vengeance. It bore the weight of cosmic renewal, the remaking of universal order.
The Ultimate Trial
The conclave summoned forth a titanic entity, a being of light and shadow embodying Judgment itself—the Choir of Fates. Its shifting form defied comprehension, a thousand faces radiating the power of all existence.
Lin Feng raised the Eye of the Void, merging his essence with Hei Long, the Black Dragon. Their fusion exploded into pure energy—a new avatar of destruction and rebirth.
The collision between Lin Feng and the Choir of Fates shattered Judgment Mountain, sending waves of energy rippling through celestial and mortal realms alike. Each strike echoed through time, rewriting laws with every blow.
The Tension at its Peak
As the combat reached its climax, the Choir of Fates hurled Lin Feng into an endless abyss—an expanse where time ceased, and memories faded into nothingness.
But the Eye of the Void absorbed the erasure, restoring the lost fragments of memory, the forgotten moments of humanity. Lin Feng realized his power was not merely brute force but the ability to preserve what seemed condemned.
Rising from the abyss, he once again defied Judgment. His voice rang clear and commanding, challenging the heavens themselves:
"I am not the fruit of your wrath but the offspring of your forgotten justice. True power does not come from controlling destiny—it comes from the will to change its course."
The Cliffhanger
The chapter closes on this breathtaking image: Lin Feng, surrounded by a halo of chaotic yet sublime energy, poised to transcend the laws of Heaven.
The conclave, stunned, holds its breath.
But in the shadows, an unknown figure watches silently, eyes gleaming with a light that promises either a new threat... or an unexpected ally.
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