Black lightning danced across Chu Feng's body like a living storm. The void around him bent under the weight of his power. His descent had cracked the sky, and time itself seemed to stutter with every heartbeat he took.
Tang San floated beside Lin Feng, both injured but staring in awe.
"That… wasn't just divine lightning," Tang San whispered. "That was void lightning. It shouldn't even exist in our plane."
"No," Lin Feng muttered, sword trembling in his grip. "It doesn't. Not unless the laws themselves bend for him."
In the distance, the colossal crowned Forgotten God that had emerged from the rift was slowly rising from the blast crater Chu Feng created. Half its body sizzled with scorched flesh and splintered bone. Yet it smiled with infinite malice.
"He has returned," the entity said in a voice that shattered mountains.
Chu Feng narrowed his gaze. "You know me."
"I know what you carry. And what you're meant to become. A harbinger of balance… or ruin."
The entity raised its colossal sword. A star collapsed somewhere in the background as it fed on celestial energy.
Suddenly, a ripple of fate exploded outward. Nie Li, high above on his dragon mount, completed a new formation—eight rotating fate wheels orbiting around him, glowing with ancient runes.
"Lin Feng, Tang San, buy me time," Nie Li said into their minds. "I'm rewriting a law seal. We can shut the rift temporarily."
Tang San vanished into mist, reappearing beside the Forgotten God and stabbing his spear into one of its exposed joints. Lin Feng followed, his sword burning with time-breaking light.
The battle reignited.
Shi Hao, now clad in armor made of pure scripture, flew past Chu Feng. "If you're going to become a god, now's the time. Or get out of our way."
Chu Feng didn't respond. His eyes closed.
Inside, a storm brewed.
He reached deep—beyond spirit, beyond soul—into the storm left by his ancestor. He could feel it. The curse was gone. But something else remained.
Something ancient. Something watching.
He opened his eyes, now glowing with layered lightning: black, violet, and silver.
"I won't become a god," he whispered. "Not like the old ones. I'll become the storm that judges them all."
He raised both hands.
The sky split.
A Storm Gate opened above him—lightning spiraling inwards, calling on thunder across dimensions. Celestial dragons of lightning roared inside, and from it descended a weapon—Voidbreaker, a halberd forged from the first lightning that ever existed.
Chu Feng caught it.
Everything stopped.
Even the Forgotten Beasts hesitated.
Then—
He vanished.
In a blink, he reappeared beside the crowned entity. Voidbreaker stabbed through its arm, cutting through its essence. Lightning didn't burn it—it erased it.
The Forgotten God roared in agony.
Shi Hao struck next, splitting its other arm with a Heaven Law Punch. Fang Han collapsed a realm gate on its back, and Tang San's soul threads bound it once more.
Nie Li screamed from above, "NOW!"
A golden net of fate crashed down on the rift. Reality shook.
The Forgotten God screamed—not from pain, but rage. "YOU CANNOT STOP US. WE ARE THE BEGINNING. WE ARE—"
The gate collapsed.
Silence.
What remained was a crater, scorched earth, and six cultivators barely breathing.
Chu Feng stood in the middle, Voidbreaker crackling quietly in his hand. The storm faded from the sky.
Then a voice, calm and unfamiliar, echoed:
"You've done it, Child of Storm. But you've only bought time."
Everyone turned.
Above the crater hovered a man in white robes embroidered with stars. His face was veiled, but his aura was absolute.
Fang Han's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?"
The man spoke gently. "I am the Herald of the True War. What you faced were just prisoners. The gods you've heard of—the true ones—are already waking."
The sky behind him shimmered, and hundreds of symbols lit up across space.
"Prepare yourselves. The War of Realms has begun."
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To be continued in Chapter 15: The Herald and the Truth of the Heavens 🌌