The sky split like a scroll torn from the heavens.
Golden light rained down, not warm and divine—but blinding, authoritative. This wasn't tribulation. It wasn't punishment. It was judgment made manifest.
From the rift above descended six chariots of celestial steel, drawn by beasts forged of starlight and scripture. Each bore the seal of the Divine Order of Balance — the enforcers of cosmic law, those tasked not with justice…
…but with containment.
Across the Heavenly Sky Sect, silence fell.
Inner court elders dropped to one knee. Formation masters deactivated their personal arrays. Even the Voidfall emissaries paused their next political move.
Because when the Order arrived, no one stood tall.
Except for one.
Below the rift – Pavilion Seventeen
Wang Lin stood with his robe flaring in the windless air, violet energy spiraling from his body like a living tempest. The Void Dragon Egg hovered behind him, pulsing steadily. Its golden veins had turned almost entirely violet-blue — like galaxies trapped under glass.
He looked up.
Not afraid.
Not respectful.
Just... measuring.
| "They're here to remove you from the cycle." |
"I'm already out of it."
| "Exactly. That's what terrifies them." |
The lead chariot descended gently. From it stepped a woman clad in white-crystal robes, her eyes glowing gold, her aura tightly sealed beneath five divine sigils.
She held a scroll in one hand, and a blade in the other.
"Wang Lin," she called, her voice echoing with spiritual law. "You have triggered third-phase Void Resonance. You are now classified Tier-Black."
He said nothing.
"You are hereby ordered to submit to Celestial Binding and enter stasis for further examination and recalibration."
He still said nothing.
"Failure to comply will result in your removal from this realm's integrity framework."
| "Translation: they'll erase your existence without trial." |
Wang Lin took one slow step forward.
And smiled.
"You came to bind me?"
The woman raised her scroll. "We came to contain what you've become."
The sky crackled.
The egg pulsed.
Wang Lin raised his left hand.
The air froze.
[System Notification]
→ Trigger Event: Celestial Interference
• Authority Class: Divine Order
• Objective: Nullify Host Presence
• Status: Warning — Universal Stability Index breached
• Suggested Action: Repel or Relocate
| "You have three seconds to decide. Fight or vanish." |
"I choose fight."
| "Knew it." |
The First Strike
Before the celestial envoy could react, Wang Lin vanished.
Voidstep.
He reappeared above her, palm glowing violet.
Void Pulse – Phase Rift Strike.
His hand tore open a shimmering crack in space and launched it downward like a blade of oblivion.
The envoy parried with her divine blade, but the shockwave still blew her off the chariot and slammed her into a protective dome around the Sect Hall.
CRACK.
Elders gasped.
The sky thundered again.
The other five chariots unleashed their guardians — armored warriors with glowing sigils over their eyes, riding dragons made of scripture and law.
Each one drew weapons of condensed karma.
| "This is a sealing squad, not an execution team." |
"Good," Wang Lin said. "Because I'm not dying today."
He leapt into the air—
And the real fight began.
1v5: The Celestial Trial Begins
The first enforcer launched a spear of fate-charged lightning. Wang Lin let it hit his shoulder — pain seared through him, but he used the moment to close the gap.
His palm slammed into the man's chest — not to destroy, but to anchor.
Void Pulse – Collapse Thread
The man's cultivation thread shattered.
He dropped unconscious.
Wang Lin turned instantly and parried a strike from behind, spinning midair, now surrounded.
Another enforcer drove a sword downward, but Wang Lin twisted and activated:
Voidstep – Phase Ripple
He blinked forward five meters and slashed the air.
A thin rift opened — not sharp, but consuming.
The enforcer's blade vanished as it passed through.
So did his arm.
[System Notification]
→ Host Energy 62%
→ Void Core Activity: Stable
→ Rift Control Level: 47%
• Warning: Extended use may attract dimensional echoes.
| "They're coordinating now. Flanking you high and low." |
"I know."
| "They're afraid of the egg waking." |
"It's not ready yet."
| "No. But it's listening." |
Wang Lin dropped to the ground.
Dust rose.
Then he looked up.
The envoy had returned.
Her robes were torn, blade glowing brighter.
"You've proven your anomaly," she said calmly. "Now allow me to return you to nothing."
She struck.
And this time—he blocked.
With his bare hands.
The impact cracked the stone platform and blew back every elder watching from the sidelines.
Wang Lin growled through clenched teeth.
Then said three words:
"You don't scare me."
Something Stirs
The Void Dragon Egg behind him pulsed once.
Then again.
Then…
Broke.
Not open.
But outward.
A shockwave of spiritual pressure erupted from it — not violent, but absolute.
The air shattered like glass.
The clouds turned black.
And every enforcer froze in place as a voice—ancient, vast, and impossible—echoed through the spiritual plane.
"He is not yours."
"He is mine."
The envoy dropped her scroll.
Her sigils flickered.
And her blade dulled in her hand.
Wang Lin turned slightly, looking back at the egg.
"Was that…?"
| "Yes." |
| "The dragon just spoke." |
| "And it chose you." |