The Azure Heaven Pavilion's library was a labyrinth of shadow and dust. Towering shelves of bamboo scrolls and jade tablets reached into darkness, the silence broken only by the soft drip of water from a cracked roof beam.
Feng Xieyun moved carefully through the stacks, carrying a bundle of borrowed texts on cultivation fundamentals—an act so ordinary that no one looked twice. That was his shield: mediocrity. But Elder Mo had watched him too long to be deceived.
"Stay."
The voice cut through the silence, sharp yet quiet. Xieyun halted. Elder Mo emerged from between shelves, his gray robe blending with shadow, eyes glinting like cold steel.
"Follow me."
The elder turned without waiting. Against instinct, Xieyun obeyed, his heart heavy with a sense of inevitability.
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They descended deeper into the Pavilion than any disciple was ever permitted. Stairs spiraled downward, lit by faintly glowing talismans. At last they entered a circular chamber whose walls were lined with jade tablets—each carved with runes that pulsed faintly, like slumbering beasts.
At the center stood a pedestal. Upon it lay one tablet unlike the others: pitch black, veined with crimson, its surface breathing faint wisps of demonic Qi.
The moment Xieyun entered, the tablet stirred.
A low hum filled the chamber, the runes across its surface writhing as though alive. Elder Mo's expression darkened.
"So. It reacts."
Xieyun's veins burned. The Shadow Veins surged, his Dao Bone pulsing as though answering a summons. The chamber's air grew heavy, pressing down with invisible weight.
"What is this place?" Xieyun demanded, his voice low.
Elder Mo studied him for a long moment before speaking. "The Pavilion was founded not by mortals of this continent, but by those who fled from another realm. Exiles. Survivors of the Demon God World's great collapse."
The words struck like thunder.
"The Demon God World…" Xieyun whispered.
Mo's gaze sharpened. "Your Dao Bone—the Heavenly Demon Dao Bone—was never meant to return to the Lin Clan. It was smuggled away, hidden here, entrusted to our forebears. They swore an oath: to keep it from the Lin Clan's grasp, to prevent the Demon Sovereigns from reclaiming their dominion."
The tablet pulsed, crimson light spilling across the chamber. Symbols crawled like serpents across its surface, casting jagged shadows. Xieyun staggered as voices filled his skull—thousands of whispers, chants of war and conquest.
Return. Return. Return to the root.
Elder Mo slammed a palm onto the tablet, his own Qi flaring in resistance. "Silence!" The voices fell still, though the tablet's glow remained.
Mo turned back, his tone grave. "Tell me, boy—what do you intend to do with the Bone you carry? Will you walk the same path of slaughter as those before you?"
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Xieyun's pulse thundered. Memories of Earth rushed back: betrayal, fire, the hollow faces of those who had sold him. Then the Demon whispers coiled, promising power, vengeance, dominion.
"I intend," he said slowly, "to never be betrayed again."
Mo's eyes narrowed. "That is not an answer."
Xieyun met his gaze, mask cracking with the fire beneath. "I will carve my own path. If that means vengeance, so be it. If that means blood, let it flow. I will not bow to Lin Clan, nor to Pavilion, nor to fate itself."
The jade tablet flared violently, as though responding to his defiance. The chamber shook. Dust fell from the ceiling.
Mo staggered back, horror flickering across his face. "Impossible… it recognizes you!"
The crimson light enveloped Xieyun, wrapping around him like chains. Symbols carved themselves into his skin—searing pain ripping through flesh and bone. He bit down on his cry, refusing to give the elder the satisfaction of weakness.
The System's voice thundered in his mind:
> [Hidden Legacy Triggered.]
[Demon Scripture's First Seal Released.]
[Ability Unlocked: Crimson Veil — conceal demonic Qi even from sovereign senses.]
As suddenly as it began, the light receded. The symbols sank into his flesh, leaving only faint traces before fading.
Elder Mo's hand trembled. For the first time, the unshakable elder looked afraid.
"You are not just a vessel of the Bone," Mo whispered. "You are its chosen heir."
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Silence stretched, broken only by Xieyun's ragged breath.
"So tell me, Elder," he said, his voice low, dangerous, "if the Pavilion swore to keep the Bone from the Lin Clan… what will you do now that it beats inside me?"
Mo's lips pressed thin. "That depends. Will you let yourself become their pawn? Or…" His eyes sharpened. "Will you help us end their reign once and for all?"
The choice hung heavy in the air.
But Xieyun knew a truth Mo did not: he would be pawn to no one. Not Lin Clan, not Pavilion. He would take their secrets, their power, and forge his own dominion.
The jade tablet pulsed one final time, as though approving his silent vow.
And in that moment, Feng Xieyun's path shifted. He was no longer merely the silent child hiding in shadows. He was the storm both realms had sought to contain.
A storm that would break its chains.
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✨ End of Chapter Twelve ✨