Heavenpiercer touched the invisible "line" of Court authority.
For one heartbeat, nothing happened.
Then the world screamed.
Not with sound. With meaning.
The Execution Stamp above them shook like a dying star. The glowing square did not just crack. It stuttered, like it could not decide what rules it was allowed to follow anymore. The ancient characters inside it blurred, then snapped back, then blurred again—like a judge losing control of the ink in his own hand.
Ling Xueyao's moonlight froze the air, but even her frozen law could not fully stop what came next.
Because the stamp was no longer only Court law.
It was Court law wrapped in time.
And time did not like being cut.
The Silent Bell envoy's eyes widened. His calm finally broke. His voice turned sharp.
"Backlash wave!" he shouted. "Time backlash—now!"
The second bell beyond the realm rang once.
This ring did not feel like a warning.
It felt like a door slamming open.
A wave rolled through the dome.
It did not push bodies.
It pushed moments.
The battlefield flickered.
For a blink, the cracked ground looked whole again. Broken stone became smooth. Blood disappeared from the dirt. A dead man outside the dome gasped like he had just returned—then his eyes went empty again and he fell for the second time.
People screamed.
Not because they were hurt.
Because they saw their own lives "catch up" and "rewind" in broken pieces.
Some cultivators outside the dome clutched their heads and cried, "I remember dying!" and then they forgot mid-sentence and stared like children.
Time was choking.
And the Execution Stamp was the choking point.
Qi Shan Wei did not flinch.
His golden eyes stayed steady, like he was watching a storm from inside a mountain.
"Zhen," he said calmly.
Zhen's armor was already blazing with clean red lines. His voice was flat, but fast.
"Shield layers active. Name-Shelter Dome stable. Time pressure increasing."
"Anchor the inside dome," Qi Shan Wei ordered. "Make the backlash wave pass around us."
"Understood," Zhen replied.
Zhen lifted one arm. The Imperial Shield Matrix shifted again, but not outward.
It shifted sideways, like a river being guided by a wall.
A strange effect spread in the air. The time-wave hit the inner dome and bent, like it was forced to walk around them instead of through them.
People outside saw it and froze in shock.
A shield that could guide time-pressure?
That was not normal defense.
That was control.
The Court elders' faces twisted.
One elder spat, "That puppet is an abomination!"
Zhen answered at once, too literal, too blunt. "Correction: I am an improvement."
Drakonix hissed, half-laughing through pain and pride. "Good… metal brain."
Zhen replied, as always, without emotion. "I am not metal."
Drakonix snapped back. "Same!"
The humor lasted a breath.
Then the Execution Stamp cracked louder.
A thin black line appeared across the stamp, like a scar. And behind the scar, something else showed—something older than the Court.
A voice did not speak yet.
But everyone felt it watching.
Ling Xueyao's knees shook.
Her Lunar Frost Domain was fully awake now, but it was not stable like a calm moon. It was stable like a blade held with two trembling hands.
Her eyes were bright with moonlight. Frost crawled on her skin. Frozen law scars still danced around her, but now they obeyed her breathing.
She looked at the stamp and whispered, "It's trying to write again."
The stamp twitched.
The characters inside rearranged with angry speed.
A new sentence formed, half-clear, half-broken.
EXECUTION… STAMP… EMPEROR…
Then the sentence tore.
And another sentence tried to form under it.
COURT… MUST… CLEAN…
It was glitching.
It was trying to finish its job.
Qi Shan Wei lifted Heavenpiercer again, calm and exact.
He did not swing wildly.
He made one clean movement, like drawing a line on a map.
A prismatic formation ring appeared around the stamp's falling path—thin, bright, and perfect.
Not a prison.
A frame.
The Silent Bell envoy stared hard. "You are framing a time-law object," he said, voice tight.
Qi Shan Wei answered calmly. "If it must fall, it will fall inside my rules."
The Court elder snarled. "Your rules do not matter here!"
Qi Shan Wei did not look at him. He looked at the stamp.
"Everything that exists," he said quietly, "matters inside rules."
The bell rang again.
The stamp dropped.
Ling Xueyao's moon flared.
She released one clean burst of frozen law—one perfect moon-breath.
The air turned white.
The stamp's glowing ink froze in place.
Not the stamp itself.
Not the power inside it.
Just the writing.
The characters stopped crawling.
They became stiff, like ink trapped in ice.
Ling Xueyao's mouth opened in a silent gasp. Blood appeared at the corner of her lips, bright against her pale face.
But she did not fall.
She held the moon.
Qi Shan Wei's presence moved beside her like a wall.
He did not touch her face.
He did not say anything sweet.
He placed his palm lightly over her wrist again, steady and gentle.
A prismatic pulse went into her like a slow heartbeat.
"Enough," he said quietly. "Do not burn your life for one second."
Ling Xueyao's eyes shook.
Not with fear.
With something worse.
With the fear of being lost across cycles.
"I won't be taken," she whispered.
Qi Shan Wei answered with calm certainty. "You won't."
Those two words held her together better than any medicine.
Above them, the stamp shuddered again.
The frozen ink began to crack.
The backlash wave outside the dome grew stronger.
People outside fell to their knees as their memories flickered—childhood, training, death, rebirth, all slamming into each other like broken glass.
The Silent Bell envoy grabbed his bell charm with one hand. He spoke sharply, like a man trying to keep a bridge from collapsing.
"This is spreading," he warned. "If the stamp breaks fully, it will send a time-debt shock into the whole region. Cities will lose days. Some will lose years. Some will lose names."
A Court elder's face went pale for the first time.
"Stop it," the elder barked. "Seal it!"
Another elder shouted, "No! If we seal it wrong, the Bell will punish us!"
They argued.
For once, the Court looked like humans.
Afraid.
Qi Shan Wei watched them with cold eyes.
Then he spoke, not loud, but it cut through their noise.
"You wanted execution," he said. "Now you have collapse."
The Court elder snapped, "This is your fault!"
Qi Shan Wei's voice stayed even. "No. This is your method."
The stamp cracked again.
A piece of the frozen ink fell off like ice breaking from a cliff.
The stamp's center opened for a breath.
And something inside it looked out.
A round "eye" of pale light.
Not a human eye.
A judge's eye.
An ancient judge.
The Silent Bell envoy's breath caught. "That is… not Court," he whispered. "That is First Era judgment."
The Thousand Masks watchers outside the dome stepped back.
Even they looked shaken.
One masked woman whispered, "We never sell contracts like that… we can't… that's too old…"
The trapped assassin on the ground began to sob through their cracked mask.
"We were promised safety," they rasped. "We were promised no karma!"
The Silent Bell envoy looked at them, voice colder now. "You were promised by men," he said. "But you signed near a bell."
The assassin shook, helpless. "Who paid? Who bought this?"
The envoy did not answer.
Because the stamp opened wider—
And the judge-eye inside it pulsed like it recognized Qi Shan Wei.
The air turned heavy.
Not with killing intent.
With recognition.
Qi Shan Wei's heart area warmed under his robe for a breath, like a hidden thing reacting to a voice it remembered.
Not fear.
Not pain.
A warning.
Zhen's head tilted. His voice came flat, but urgent.
"Master. Detection: ancient authority is looking at your core signature."
Drakonix's wings flared fully now.
He was out of the cocoon.
Not fully grown, but no longer half-born.
Two giant prismatic wings spread wide. Thunderflame crawled along the bones of the wings like living lightning.
Drakonix's eyes were bright and wild.
He stared at the stamp like it was an insult.
Then he opened his mouth and roared.
A real roar.
A Sky-Devourer roar.
The sound did not smash buildings.
It smashed writing.
A strip of the Court's decree—still floating as light above the platform—caught the roar and burned.
Not into smoke.
Into nothing.
The decree vanished like it had never been allowed to exist.
The Court elders froze in horror.
One elder whispered, "A beast flame that burns decrees…"
Drakonix lifted his chin, proud and angry. "Stop… writing… on my emperor."
Zhen added, with terrible timing, "Statement: the young lord has claimed ownership."
Drakonix snapped, "I claimed protection!"
Zhen replied, "That is still ownership."
Drakonix hissed, then winced as his own thunderflame flickered in pain. "Too… much… talking…"
Qi Shan Wei's voice cut through them, calm as iron. "Drakonix. Hold your flame. Do not tear yourself."
Drakonix's eyes flicked to him. His pride fought his pain.
He gave a small, stubborn nod.
Then the stamp cracked again.
A thin ring of pale light spread across the dome, like a circle drawn by a giant hand.
The Silent Bell envoy shouted, "That circle is the shock line—if it completes, time-debt spreads!"
Qi Shan Wei moved at once.
He did not rush.
He commanded.
He raised two fingers, and three "simple" formations appeared in the air around the shock ring:
Nine-Fold Stillwater.
World-Grid Early Warning.
Heaven-Anchor.
Public formations.
Basic, safe designs.
But he used them like an emperor.
The Stillwater formation softened the shock ring, making it flow slower.
The World-Grid formation read the ring like a map, showing cracks and weak points.
The Heaven-Anchor formation pinned the ring to the ground like nails of light.
The shock ring slowed.
Not stopped.
But slowed.
The Court elders stared like they were seeing a ghost.
A Court elder hissed, "Those are foundational arrays!"
Qi Shan Wei answered calmly, "Stability does not need a high grade. It needs correct design."
Another crack hit the battlefield.
A wave of heat burst from Feng Qingyue's chest.
She gasped.
Her phoenix light flared, then turned thin, like a candle being blown by wind.
She stumbled.
Her knees buckled.
Ling Xueyao's eyes widened. "Qingyue!"
Feng Qingyue tried to stand again, pride forcing her body upright, but her bloodline had been burning too hard for too long.
Her vow ring around Shan Wei's chest flickered.
Her breath came out broken.
"I… won't… let them—" she whispered.
Then she fell forward.
Qi Shan Wei caught her.
One arm, firm and steady.
No panic.
No softness that broke his emperor calm.
Only protection, clean and absolute.
Feng Qingyue's fingers grabbed his sleeve like she was afraid she would vanish.
Her eyes looked up at him, fierce even while fading.
"Don't… die," she whispered.
Qi Shan Wei's voice stayed low. "I won't."
Then he spoke one command, calm but sharp.
"Bai Lianhua."
A light answered.
A soft glow entered the inner dome like dawn slipping through a crack.
Bai Lianhua stepped forward.
Her face was pale, but her eyes were gentle and strong. Light-flame circled her hands—warm, clean, and quiet. It did not look flashy.
It looked holy.
She knelt beside Feng Qingyue at once, pressing two fingers gently against Qingyue's wrist.
Her voice was soft, but urgent. "Her bloodline is tearing," she said.
Qi Shan Wei's eyes stayed steady. "Can you hold her?"
Bai Lianhua nodded. "Yes. But she must stop feeding the vow with her life."
Feng Qingyue tried to protest, but her voice cracked.
Bai Lianhua leaned close and whispered, "You are brave. Now be wise."
She placed her palm over Feng Qingyue's heart.
Light-flame flowed in like warm water.
Feng Qingyue's shaking slowed a little.
Her phoenix light steadied.
But her eyes filled with angry tears.
"I hate… feeling weak," she whispered.
Bai Lianhua answered gently, "Rest is not weakness. It is survival."
Qi Shan Wei watched them for one breath.
Then he lifted his gaze back to the stamp.
The stamp was cracking faster now.
The judge-eye inside it opened wider.
The frozen ink of execution shattered like glass.
The stamp tried to complete its fall again.
Zhen stepped forward.
His chest core pulsed red.
"Anchor Sacrifice Mode," Zhen said calmly. "I can take the stamp's brand into myself. Master will remain unbranded."
Ling Xueyao's eyes widened. "No!"
Drakonix snarled. "No take my shield!"
Qi Shan Wei's voice turned cold. "Denied."
Zhen paused, as if calculating.
"Master," he said, "this is optimal."
Qi Shan Wei's eyes narrowed slightly. "Optimal is not allowed if it costs you."
Zhen's voice stayed flat. "I am replaceable."
Qi Shan Wei's tone did not rise. But it became heavier than stone.
"No," he said.
That one word made the air feel like it bowed.
Zhen went still.
For the first time, his blunt voice carried a small crack of something like confusion.
"…Understood," he said.
The stamp shook.
The backlash wave pressed again.
Time tried to spill through the cracks.
The Silent Bell envoy lifted his hand and shouted, "Returning Prismatic One! If you break this stamp completely, the Bell will demand payment immediately!"
Qi Shan Wei answered calmly, "It is already demanding."
He lifted Heavenpiercer.
He pointed the tip at the judge-eye inside the stamp.
Not to stab it.
To draw a line.
A prismatic glyph appeared at the blade tip—sharp and clean—like a signature.
Qi Shan Wei spoke one simple sentence.
"I do not accept your stamp."
The Court elder laughed bitterly. "You don't get to refuse!"
Qi Shan Wei's eyes did not move from the stamp.
"I refuse anyway," he said.
Then he made a choice that made the Silent Bell envoy's face go pale.
Qi Shan Wei did not cut the stamp.
He cut the relationship between the stamp and the Court.
Heavenpiercer moved in one clean arc.
A thin line of light appeared behind the stamp, where Court authority fed it.
The line snapped.
Not loudly.
Quietly.
Like a chain being cut in a dark room.
The Execution Stamp jerked.
Its Court layer died.
For a breath, the stamp floated in empty space—no Court feeding it.
Only time.
Only Bell.
Only First Era judgment.
The judge-eye inside the stamp widened like it woke up fully.
The air went silent.
Even the bell did not ring.
Then the stamp spoke.
Not in human words.
In a voice that felt like law being carved into bone.
"RETURN…"
The whole dome shook.
Qi Shan Wei did not move.
Ling Xueyao held her moon, trembling.
Bai Lianhua kept healing Feng Qingyue, lips tight in focus.
Zhen's shield layers locked harder.
Drakonix's wings spread wide, thunderflame snapping.
The voice inside the stamp finished the sentence.
"…WHAT YOU STOLE."
The words hit like a hammer.
They were not a threat.
They were a verdict.
The Silent Bell envoy's face turned pale, and his whisper came out like a prayer.
"That is the ancient judge," he said. "The one that remembers the first theft."
The Court elders stared in horror.
Because the stamp was no longer theirs.
And the thing inside it was not here to "execute the emperor."
It was here to collect.
The judge-eye pulsed again.
A second line formed beneath the first.
Not written by the Court.
Not written by the Thousand Masks.
Written by something older than both.
A glowing demand stamped itself into the air:
RETURN THE PRISMATIC HEART.
Qi Shan Wei's golden eyes narrowed.
His calm did not break.
But the air around him turned colder.
Because now the enemy was not a sect.
Not a Court elder.
Not even a bell envoy.
It was a memory of the first era—waking up and calling him a thief.
And somewhere under his chest, the Heart reacted like it recognized the charge.
Like it remembered the crime.
To be Continued
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