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Chapter 9 - Chapter 9: The Blood Moon Pact

Abyssal Awakening

The black lotus had fused into Mo Tian's chest.

It didn't just empower him—it rewrote him.

His meridians melted into abyssal veins. His soul, once split between rage and reason, now became a bottomless vortex that devoured thoughts, Dao, and even emotion. Every breath he took made the air darker. Every step he took silenced the very laws of nature.

> "You've become…" Shi Yue hesitated, "a fragment of the Origin Devourer."

Mo Tian looked at her. His voice echoed with layered tones—as if a thousand Mo Tians spoke at once.

> "I've become what the Heavens fear to name."

The chamber trembled as the Dao around him bent like iron under heat. A spiritual gravity surrounded him—one that began pulling Shi Yue's Mirror Dao into itself, inch by inch.

> "Careful," she warned, backing away. "You're beginning to consume concepts. If you lose control, you'll erase reality."

> "Then reality should be afraid."

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The Pact of Blood and Silence

The chamber opened into a path of starlight, leading them toward the Heart of the Immortal Abyss—a floating realm of broken heavens, where ancient entities that defied classification slept, chained by laws forgotten by time.

But halfway there, a new presence descended.

A woman in red.

Barefoot. Pale. Her skin was carved with divine scripture. Her eyes bled time.

Shi Yue froze. "No…"

> "Zhao Xian'er."

The Heir of Karma had arrived.

> "The Heavens send you," Mo Tian murmured, "and yet they send you alone."

> "I do not need help," Zhao Xian'er said softly. "Because I do not kill with strength."

She raised one finger, and the threads of fate appeared—shimmering across the world like golden spiderwebs.

> "You have devoured too many destinies, Mo Tian. Their karmic weight now crushes you."

One by one, golden threads pierced his flesh, attaching him to every soul he had ever harmed.

He saw them all:

The elder he devoured in his youth.

The sect disciple whose Dao heart he shattered.

The innocent child used to bait an elder into a trap.

Each face, each scream, each dying breath—rushed back into him.

Zhao Xian'er smiled sadly. "I do not strike. I let your sins kill you."

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Devouring Karma

But Mo Tian did not fall.

He laughed.

> "Good. Now I know who to kill again."

His Devouring Dao expanded—and for the first time, it reached toward intangible concepts.

He didn't just devour life or energy now.

He devoured karma.

> CRACK!

The golden threads snapped.

The heavens shivered.

Zhao Xian'er stumbled back, blood pouring from her eyes.

> "You— You devoured karmic weight?! That's impossible!"

Mo Tian approached her like a shadow devouring a candle.

> "What is karma to a void?"

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Shi Yue's Hidden Hand

But before he could land the final blow, a mirror appeared between them—Shi Yue's Mirror Dao.

> "Enough."

She looked between them. "You've done what no one else has. But if you kill her now, the heavens will unmake this realm entirely."

Mo Tian's eyes glowed black. "Let them."

> "No," she whispered. "There's something deeper."

She turned toward Zhao Xian'er.

> "Tell him the truth."

The bleeding woman fell to her knees, panting.

> "...You're not the only Seed."

Mo Tian stopped.

> "There are others. Born in secret. Hidden across realms. Sleepers, like you. When you devoured the Lotus, their seals weakened. And now… they're waking."

> "You are not alone, Devourer. You are not the end."

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A New World Cracking

Suddenly, the Abyss trembled.

Rifts opened in the sky, and black comets fell across the void.

Each comet carried a voice, shrieking with hunger, laughter, hatred.

> "One crawls," a voice whispered.

> "One burns," another hissed.

> "One forgets. One remembers. One sings."

Mo Tian watched the stars shatter.

And for the first time…

He smiled.

> "Let them come."

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Post-Chapter Reveal — The Godless Archive

Far away, in the forbidden ruins of the Godless Archive, a being with no face opened a scroll.

The scroll bore Mo Tian's name.

It had only two lines written.

> Fate: Removed.

Ending: Undefined.

The faceless figure trembled, and whispered:

> "A story that cannot be ended… must become the ending of all stories."

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