The Yang Spirit World—one of the countless peak mortal worlds within the vast 6th dimension also known universe void dimension.The 6th dimension is a void dimension and can allow the existence of up to 6th step powerhouses or also known as 6th bridge powerhouses.
Known as :
1:Mortal Bridge
2:Immortal/Demi-God Bridge
3:Divine/God Bridge
4:Star Void Bridge
5:Galactic Void Bridge
6:Universe Void Bridge
The Yang Spirit World is a place where no being above Dao Ancestor stage was ever meant to linger, where the will of heaven itself bound all life in the cycle of struggle, cultivation, and death.
On this day, however, heaven and earth trembled.
Niu Jinhuo, who had just endured the agony of Saint Revolution and stepped across the threshold into sainthood, knelt upon blood-soaked earth. His robes were torn, his hair disheveled, his body trembling. Yet none of this compared to the horror at the center of his chest.
There was nothing there.
Where his heart should have been—where his life's essence should pulse—there was only a hollow gap, dark and gaping. Threads of blood, qi, and soul power leaked out, dissipating into the air. He could feel his vitality draining away with every breath, as though heaven itself were mocking his breakthrough.
His eyes lifted.
In front of him stood a man holding his still-beating heart in one palm. A man whose face was achingly familiar, yet now more terrifying than any demon or beast.
"Why…?"
The single word burst from Jinhuo's throat like thunder. It resounded across heaven and earth, rolling through mountains and rivers, echoing into the souls of every being present.
The spectators—countless cultivators, demonic beasts, and spirits—were frozen in shock. Women who had once smiled at him. A venerable elder who had guided his path. Beasts he had tamed with care. Many were strangers, but many… many were those closest to him. They watched in silence, their expressions unreadable.
And the one who betrayed him… was the man he had once called brother.
Xiao Tian.
Oath-brother. Sworn companion. Comrade-in-arms.
Now—the butcher who had torn out his very heart.
"Why, Xiao Tian? Why?!" Niu Jinhuo's voice cracked as blood ran down his lips, staining his chin crimson. His body trembled, but his gaze never left the heart that pulsed weakly in Xiao Tian's hand.
For a moment, Xiao Tian said nothing. His eyes gleamed with something unreadable—sorrow, triumph, inevitability. And then, softly, almost as if mocking, he whispered:
"Do you remember, Jinhuo… the Dimension Fishing Mirror?"
The words struck like lightning, ripping through Jinhuo's fading consciousness.
That mirror. That damned mirror.
The memory surged. Golden Dragon Star, years ago. He had been nothing then—just a mere mortal with no cultivation, no power, following Xiao Tian on an expedition. They had stumbled upon a ruin hidden deep beneath the earth, sealed with strange inscriptions of an ancient age.
At the center lay a mirror unlike any artifact Jinhuo had ever seen. Even though it was cracked with even a few mirror glass fragments missing, It shimmered like liquid glass, endless ripples spreading across its surface as though it reached into eternity.
"Do you see this?" Xiao Tian had said, his young voice trembling with excitement. "This is no ordinary relic. This is a Dimension Fishing Mirror. They say with such a treasure… you can fish across realms. Across timelines. Even… across lives."
At the time, Jinhuo had laughed. He was a mortal boy. What did he know of realms and timelines? Yet Xiao Tian had stared at that mirror as though it were the key to heaven itself.
And now…
Now Jinhuo understood.
Xiao Tian leaned closer, his voice low but sharp, like a knife twisting in the wound. "That mirror showed me everything, Jinhuo. Everything. Your fate. My fate. Even the paths where we swore brotherhood… and the paths where I ripped your heart out. Do you know why? Because only through your death can I ascend beyond saints. Only through your blood can I break free of heaven's shackles."
The hand holding Jinhuo's heart clenched, and the organ convulsed violently. Jinhuo coughed blood, his vision blurring. Yet still, his voice thundered:
"Xiao Tian! I treated you as a brother! As family! Was everything we shared… all false?!"
Xiao Tian's lips curved in a cruel, almost pitying smile. "Brotherhood? Family? In the face of eternity, those are illusions. You, of all people, should understand. To stand at the peak, one must abandon weakness. And you, Jinhuo… were always weak."
The words shattered what little remained of his strength.
The world dimmed. The cries of the onlookers faded. His breath grew shallow, his body collapsing forward.
The last thing he saw before death's embrace was Xiao Tian—his brother—lifting his stolen heart toward the sky as if offering it to the heavens themselves.
And then in front of him Xiao Tian crushed his
heart and the blood essence dropped onto the
Darkness. Silence.
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And then—light.
Niu Jinhuo awoke with a gasp, lungs burning as though he had drowned. He sat upright, chest heaving, drenched in cold sweat. His hands shot instinctively to his chest. His heart was there. Whole. Beating.
He blinked. The room around him was familiar—too familiar. The rough wooden desk. The pale curtains. The faint hum of an old electric fan.
And on the table beside him—his phone.
His trembling fingers reached for it. The date on the glowing screen made his blood freeze.
10:30 am, 1st September 2025
It was wrong. Years wrong.
He stared in silence. Then his lips curled upward into a bitter, almost disbelieving smile.
"This… isn't a dream."
The realization struck like thunder. He hadn't imagined his death. He hadn't imagined Xiao Tian's betrayal. He hadn't imagined the hollow chest, the stolen heart.
He had regressed.
Back to the days before everything had happened.
Tears welled in his eyes, but they did not fall. His hands clenched tightly, veins bulging as his teeth ground together. His voice, hoarse yet unyielding, echoed through the empty room:
"In this life, Xiao Tian… I will gouge out your heart."
The vow burned in his soul, fiercer than any cultivation flame.
The beginning of a new destiny had arrived.
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