The heavens no longer turned in silence.Ever since the day Wang Lin merged with the Void Dragon essence, the rotation of the world—spiritually, karmically, politically—began to tilt. Subtle at first. Quiet. Like a mountain shifting one grain at a time.
But now?
The world was shaking.
And those who'd once forgotten his name...
Remembered it in fear.
Scene One – Hidden Realm: Hall of Heavenmarks
Beneath a realm stitched together by law scripts and ancient prophecy, twenty-nine hooded figures stood in silence. Each one bore a mark upon their brow—the seal of the Heavenmarked, oracles who served the Divine Balance.
In the center of their hall floated a translucent orb.
Inside?
An image of Wang Lin… sitting before a throne of violet stone, calm as eternity.
"He defies the Wheel."
"He resists the Threads."
"He walks with a dragon that should no longer exist."
The eldest Heavenmark stepped forward. Her voice crackled like old paper soaked in cold fire.
"So we mark him."
They all bowed their heads.
And in unison whispered the words:
"Let the Bloodletters come."
Scene Two – Wang Lin's Platform
Two days passed since the merging.
Wang Lin sat cross-legged before the throne he built but refused to sit on.
The platform was no longer bound by stone or formation—it floated above the old Pavilion grounds like a celestial island. The air around him bent light, blurred heat, and silenced sound. It was not a place people entered.
It was a place they approached... with permission.
But today, someone came without it.
A ripple in the barrier.
Wang Lin opened his eyes.
He already knew who it was.
A man in gray stepped forward.
Not fast. Not hostile. But heavy.
Each footstep pressed deeper into the platform than the last, until the air itself seemed to protest his arrival.
Wang Lin spoke without rising.
"You've come to kneel, or to bleed?"
The man gave a cold smile. "Neither."
[System Notification]
→ External Presence Detected: Class-S Threat
• Designation: "Bloodletter Monk – Tier 1"
• Affiliation: The Severed Lotus
• Objective: Ascertain threat level. Test physical anchor.
• Karmic Hostility: Full
• Backup Units: 3 (cloaked)
| "They're here to test how killable you are." |
"I hope they study well."
The monk raised his head.
No eyes. Just a lotus carved into flesh across his face.
"I greet you, Voidspawn."
"I hate that name."
"It is not for your liking. It is your classification."
Wang Lin rose slowly.
"Then classify this."
Voidstep.
He vanished.
The First Clash
Wang Lin reappeared behind the monk, palm raised.
Void Pulse – Rift Bloom.
A spear of spatial collapse shot from his fingers—
—only to vanish midair as the monk's robe twisted around it like paper swallowing flame.
Counterspell.
The monk turned, arms wide.
"Excellent. You have form."
Then he blinked forward with speed that cracked the platform beneath him.
His strike landed on Wang Lin's chest.
Direct hit.
And—
Nothing happened.
The monk looked up, confused.
Wang Lin didn't move.
He didn't block.
The fist had simply struck skin… and not mattered.
Then—
Voidflare Echo.
Wang Lin's body pulsed once.
The monk was thrown thirty meters backward, landing hard against a spiritual pillar that disintegrated from the impact.
He rose, coughing blood.
"…Beautiful," the monk whispered. "That's what they feared."
| "They're not going to retreat, Wang Lin." |
"I know."
| "They'll send the real Bloodletter next time." |
"I hope he's louder."
Aftermath
Wang Lin stood as the cloaked observers fled through shadowsteps. He made no move to follow.
The Bloodletter monk, still coughing, pulled out a rune and pressed it to his neck.
"I deliver my truth," he said aloud, voice thin. "He is not slayable. Not by monk. Not by seal. Not by thread."
Then he vanished into mist.
System Response
[System Notification]
→ Global Status Changed: "Marked by the Heavenmarked"
• Expect high-level observers
• Next Bloodletter estimated arrival: 3 chapters
• Evolution Path: Available – Void Resonance Bloom
→ New Passive Mutation Detected: Bone of Silence
• Effect: Your Qi movements can no longer be sensed unless you allow it.
• Bonus: +40% stealth during full meditation
| "Wang Lin…" |
"I'm listening."
| "You're becoming more than the dragon." |
"I was never trying to be."
| "But you are." |
| "And they've begun praying to you in outer realms." |
Wang Lin paused.
"…Praying?"
| "Yes. Some think you're a god of rupture. Others a messiah of karmic vengeance." |
He didn't smile.
But his voice dropped to a whisper.
"I'm not a god."
"I'm just what happens… when gods look away too long."
Far Across the Mountains
Lan Xue stood in the silent temple of her hidden sect, eyes closed, hands gently resting on her lap.
She had not eaten. Not moved. Not slept.
Because she felt it now.
A pulse.
A rhythm.
A life she thought she'd lost.
"Wang Lin," she whispered. "They're calling you Voidspawn…"
Her lips curved into a quiet smile.
"But I remember when you used to be the boy who read under a tree."