The Last Light of Nirvana
The heavens bled.
Above the shattered firmament, constellations collapsed as something not born of this world broke through the veil between realms.
They were neither demons nor angels—creatures of pure void, whose existence older than the Dao itself.
Their forms rippled like living shadow, their voices a hum that twisted time and will.
And upon the ruins of the Divine Sky Battlefield, one man stood alone—
Lin Xian.
White hair cascaded down his back like moonlight silk, bound loosely with a jade ornament shaped as twin dragons coiling around a pearl—an ancient relic of fallen royalty.
His skin was pale as carved jade, his features refined beyond mortal perfection, and his eyes—one gold, one black as the cosmos—held the silence of a man who had seen eternity burn and rebuild itself.
He was the master of the Assassin Guild Nirvana.
The Heavenly King whose name once silenced emperors and made even gods hesitate.
In his grasp rested the ancient sword—Eclipser.
The sword lay dormant, black as obsidian.
Its edge was thin, sharp, and merciless.
When qi entered the blade, ancient red inscriptions surfaced.
The steel turned crimson, as though soaked in blood.
This sword was forged in ancient times, between creation and destruction.
It consumed light and left only death
Behind him stood seven figures, their killing intent roared through the broken stars.
They were the Seven Sins—his disciples, his Generals.
The final light of Nirvana.
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The Seven Sins of Nirvana
The void split open like a tear in reality, and from its rupture poured an endless tide of monsters—faceless things of shadow.
First came Pride.
A thousand void-beasts lunged as one, blotting out the stars.
Lan Qingyao didn't bother to look.
Her silver hair flared like a visible wave of her profound qi, turning the air crystalline., Those pale blue eyes remained tranquil as winter lakes with no fear. The mirrored blade behind her multiplied into ten thousand reflections of itself, each shard-thin, perfect, merciless.
With a single tilt of her chin the blades moved
Monsters were sliced into geometric perfection, their bodies falling apart
Not one drop of blood touched her white robes.
Heaven itself seemed to bow in silent awe.
Wrath answered next.
Han Zhentian laughed , thunderous, delighted—and the sound cracked the continent beneath his feet.
He stepped forward and the crimson spear in his grip ignited, becoming a living comet.
Void-beasts swarmed him,
He spun the spear once and it became the storm.
An annihilating wave of fire burst forth, its ferocity so great it forged the very air into shrieking, dragon-shaped lightning that ripped through the swarm.
Each strike birthed a sun that lasted just long enough to incinerate another hundred beasts.
He advanced through the tide after tide, leaving a highway of glassed ground and smoking corpses, roaring joy at the sky that dared to send more.
Envy watched from the flank, lips curved in a smile sharp enough to cut souls.
Mu Yanyue drifted like mist, emerald eyes that pulled at the soul who looks at her.
Green veins flared beneath her skin.
Poison mist blossomed in a perfect sphere around her, silent, elegant.
Where it touched—armor dissolved, wings rotted, bodies slumped mid-scream.
She walked through the melting horde without a speck landing on her.
Gluttony skipped into the gap they left, humming.
Ruan Ling was already chewing on a jade-colored candy.
A void-behemoth the size of a moon lunged down, jaws wide enough to swallow armies.
She looked up, eyes sparkling, and opened her small mouth impossibly wide.
The monster vanished—gone, swallowed whole, in one gulp.
She patted her stomach and giggled as the creature's essence turned to honey in her mouth
Then she flicked her wrist.
A thousand hidden blades burst from her sleeves like metallic petals, spinning, slicing, dicing the next wave into bite-sized pieces.
"Seconds, please!" she laughed, licking blood-sweet honey from her fingers while the pieces rained around her.
Greed descended from above
Feng Tianjun rose, wearing black-and-gold robes , then a single golden lotus slowly spinning above his palm.
Every void-beast that died anywhere on the field dissolved into threads of black light that pulled toward the lotus and devoured. Petals multiplied—one became eight, eight became sixty-four, sixty-four became ten thousand—until a vast golden lotus of pure formation-light bloomed beneath the Seven.
He closed his fist.
The lotus snapped open.
Thousands of layered petals became razor-edged disks that spun through the horde, carving void-beasts into perfect slices before dragging the corpses back to feed the lotus.
Sloth sighed from the rear, still lying on thin air, blue hair drifting.
Shen Wuyi took one lazy sip from the gourd beside him.
A void-titan, ancient and star-sized, appeared behind him, raising it's claw
Shen Wuyi yawned.
He lifted one finger.
Time stuttered.
The titan's claw froze mid-descent; the void around it aged ten thousand years in a heartbeat and crumbled to dust.
Shen Wuyi turned over, muttering, "Boring…"
and went back to sleep.
Everything within a thousand li that still moved suddenly froze and then all crumbled to dust.
Finally, Lust stepped into the center of it all.
Jiang Ruolan's crimson silk rippled though no one had touched it.
Her violet eyes flashed once.
Instantly the void filled with a thousand illusions of her—each more alluring than the last—laughing, beckoning,. The horde froze, maddened by sudden, unbearable desire; monsters tore at one another to reach them.
She drew her sword in the same heartbeat.
A single crimson arc.
Ten thousand heads left ten thousand necks, eyes still lost in ecstasy as they fell.
The illusions vanished. Only the real Jiang Ruolan remained, blade dripping, untouched amid a rain of corpses.
She sheathed the sword in one fluid motion
"Dream's over," she whispered.
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The Fall of the Heavens
But then,
The second wave came. Bigger and much stronger than the first wave
They stood united.Yet even their combined might began to wane.
The alien scourge had already consumed three worlds; now they came for the fourth.
> "Master… they are endless," whispered Envy, her poison-domain fracturing.
"Even the Dao retreats from their path."
Lin Xian's lips curved faintly.
> "Then I will be their horizon."
He raised Eclipser, its edge now blazing like a dying sun.
Golden veins crawled up his arm
His left eye burned gold—illusion that bent all reality.
His right eye shimmered with the cosmos—space itself folding at his will.
Two powers that should never coexist.
Together, they formed the God Eyes of Nirvana.
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The Last Stand
The alien monarch descended—a colossal being woven of stars and emptiness.
Its voice thundered across creation.
> "Mortal god… your world ends today."
> "No," Lin Xian answered softly. "It begins again."
The Seven charged beside him—light, flame, venom, and death colliding with the tide of darkness.
The battle raged for months without dawn.
Gluttony fell first.
With a giggle that cut through the chaos, she spread her arms wide. "Time for the last course! I'll swallow you all up!"
Her laughter echoed even as her body dissolved into light, a final explosion of sweet fragrance and deadly venom annihilating thousands of void creatures.
Sloth followed soon after—his eyes finally open, his movements faster than sound.
He cut through the void legions like lightning incarnate before his physical form disintegrated, unable to bear the cost of maintaining his domain
His last words were a lazy smile—
> "Finally... a good reason to nap for eternity."
Lin Xian fought in silence, his blade singing with grief and fury.
Pride's illusions shattered. Wrath bled. Lust screamed her last incantation to tear a rift through space.
The surviving Sins—Pride, Wrath, Greed, and Lust—stood scattered and bleeding, their power fading.
> "Master…" Wrath's voice cracked, grief and rage trembling within it. "We've lost everything…"
Lust said
"You promised… not to leave us behind again."
His gold eye dimmed, his cosmic eye flickering with pain.
> "And I won't."
He raised his hand, light and darkness swirling together in his palm.
> "I'll use it—the final art of Nirvana. The Eye of Samsara ."
Lin Xian's right eye—the Eye of Cosmos—began to turn.
His left eye—the Eye of Illusion—flared gold, merging with the cosmos in his right.
Their fusion burned brighter than all stars—
The alien monarch reared back, sensing danger too late.
> "You dare distort fate itself?!"
Lin Xian smiled faintly.
> "Fate is mine to rewrite."
Golden and cosmic light merged into a spiral that devoured reality itself.
> "Through this Samsara… those who shared my path… shall live again."
> "Master…" Envy whispered, her voice trembling as her form began to fade beside him. Her injury unbearable.
"Then let me follow you… once more."
He turned to her, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.
> "Then sleep, Yanyue. When the cycle turns… seek me again."
Eclipser slashed one final time, its starlight devouring both heaven and void.
A thousand stars exploded as Nirvana's light tore through existence—folding time, weaving new destinies.
The alien legions screamed as space folded upon itself; a thousand rifts tore open, dragging them back into the abyss between realms.
Their monarch howled—its chest burned through by Lin Xian's divine light and the Eclipser's devouring edge.
When the brilliance faded, the battlefield was gone.
Only silence remained.
The alien monarch's form unraveled into nothingness.
The Seven Sins had vanished—scattered
And Lin Xian…
Kneeling amid the ruins, his cracked body glowed with the dying light of creation.
> "Nirvana was born from death…" he whispered.
"So shall I be."
The twin lights in his eyes shattered into a thousand stars, scattering across all realms—marking the beginning of new fates.
His body turned to light and drifted into the void.
Eclipser fell, its glow fading to pure black before sinking through the heavens.
For an instant, it gleamed—
as if remembering its master.
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The roar of collapsing heavens faded.
The burning stars.
The dying disciples.
The throne of Nirvana shattering beneath his feet.
All of it dissolved like mist.
Lin Xian exhaled—and the world snapped back.
The cracked courtyard returned.
Moonlight lay cold across broken tiles.
His mortal body sat slumped under the old banyan tree, thin and scarred, breath slightly trembling.
Silence.
Just the chirp of insects and the faint night breeze brushing his cheek.
For a moment, he didn't move.
Then he looked down at his hands—pale, weak, calloused from someone else's desperate life.
A far cry from the hands that once commanded millions.
But he didn't feel anger.
He felt clarity.
He closed his fingers into a slow, steady fist.
> "So this is where I begin again."
The Monarch Assassin had been reborn.
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And somewhere deep beneath forgotten earth,
a black sword slept.
Its heart pulsed once—
with the fading light of a dying cosmos.