**Silent Vault – Deeper Levels**
The air was wrong again.
No — it was worse.
Zeravon stood at the edge of a stairway that didn't exist seconds ago. The stone beneath his feet **shifted like thought**, forming steps that led downward into a pit of black fog.
Above him, the light from the Yueyin pendant began dimming.
But it didn't die.
It **absorbed the darkness**.
> *"You are being pulled… downward. Not by gravity, but by memory."*
> The voice echoed again — soft, inside him. Neither hostile, nor kind.
He placed the pendant inside his robe and stepped downward.
Every step he took… the world *forgot* it had a shape.
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**Nineteenth Level – The Sealed Theater**
Zeravon arrived in a vast underground hall, filled with **floating shards of frozen moments** — echoes of long-passed events.
Some showed gods burning.
Some showed mortals crying before stars.
One showed a throne — but **shattered**, as if it had never deserved to exist.
And in the center of the hall…
A single chair.
Empty.
But as Zeravon approached it — a reflection appeared **sitting** on it.
His own.
Except… older. Colder. Wearing **black armor carved from laws of fate**.
The reflection spoke.
> *"I am what you sealed away."*
> *"And I remember Oblivis."*
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**Elsewhere – In the Sect, That Night**
A disciple named **Jin Qiang**, one of the three who once pushed Zeravon toward death, suddenly jolted awake — sweating, shivering.
His arms were **bent backwards** in his dream. And when he looked down…
They still were.
He screamed — only to find no voice emerged.
In his chest, a spiral-shaped burn had formed.
Unseen by others, unnoticed by instructors.
But someone… was watching.
> In the black shadows near his bed, a shape moved.
> Whispering: *"One down."*
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**Back in the Vault – Deeper Than Depth**
Zeravon faced his reflection.
> *"Why are you showing me this?"*
The older version smiled faintly.
> *"Because they're trying to erase me again."*
> *"But every time they do… you remember more."*
> *"This vault is not a place. It's the skeleton of your old throne."*
Suddenly, a rift tore open on the ceiling.
**A forbidden spirit** — formed of black runes and burning scriptures — descended. Its voice boomed like shattered bells.
> *"The One With Two Names Must Not Awaken."*
It struck with a blast of Dao flame — high-level cultivation energy laced with **Heaven's Intent**.
Zeravon didn't move.
The Yueyin pendant flared.
And **the spirit paused.**
Its form trembled — then collapsed like dust.
And from its disintegrating voice came a truth:
> *"You… were not supposed to exist… again."*
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**Zeravon Fell Again**
The platform below him cracked.
He tumbled downward — not physically, but as if reality beneath him had no reason to hold him anymore.
He landed softly — in a room with no walls.
Only **a floating tablet** hovered in the air.
On it, a sentence:
> *"To remember the third name, the second must be erased again."*
> *"Do you wish to forget… Oblivis?"*
Zeravon stared at it, breath shallow.
> "No."
> "Let me carry the burden."
The tablet sank into him.
The second seal — **reinforced**, but not removed.
A temporary stabilization.
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**Silent Vault – Exit Path**
Zeravon's footsteps led him to a faint corridor of wind. The stone floor began forming behind each step — as if *reality* only existed **where he walked**.
He exited the Vault not through the door — but through a shimmering rift that opened *just* enough for the pendant to let him pass.
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**Cloud Vein Sect – His Room, Hours Later**
Zeravon awoke on his bed.
Covered in sweat.
Hands trembling.
But alive.
And hanging above him was the pendant — now cracked slightly, but still glowing.
> *"How did I… return?"*
He didn't remember the stairs.
Or the spirit.
Or the throne.
Only a word burned in his mind:
> **Oblivis.**
And from far above, beyond mortal skies…
A celestial being, long asleep in the Upper Realm, opened its eye.
> *"The One Who Sealed the Past… is remembering again."*
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