Chapter Seven: The Seven Envoys
He did not sense them at first.
They appeared without warning.
Seven people, each carrying a different aura—yet united by one thing:
certain death.
"Lin Chi," one of them said.
"We do not belong to any sect."
"We are its end."
The attack was simultaneous.
Space shattered.
Lin Chi used the legacy without thinking.
[Forced Activation: Path Chaos]
The world became unstable.
A fire technique turned into ice.
A spear strike came from a direction that did not exist.
Han Ruo was struck.
Xiao Yin was thrown away.
Lin Chi stood alone.
Blood flowed.
But his smile widened.
"Seven?"
He raised his sword.
"Enough."
The first strike killed an envoy.
The second shattered armor.
The third… missed.
One of the envoys caught the sword with his bare hand.
"We've found you," he said calmly.
"The void that belongs nowhere."
Then he whispered:
"But the void… can be filled."
A stab pierced Lin Chi's chest.
Time stopped.
The legacy screamed.
[Collapse Threshold]
[Final Option Available]
Lin Chi closed his eyes.
"Fill it."
The Path Born from Nothing
The explosion was not violent.
It was… silent.
The envoys froze.
Space straightened.
Then it changed.
[New Path Created]
Name: Path of Transformed Nothingness
Description: A path that does not inherit… but creates
Restriction: No return
The blade stopped short of his heart.
Lin Chi opened his eyes.
There was no light in them.
Only decision.
One strike.
Two envoys fell.
The third tried to flee—
but found no path to take.
The rest withdrew.
Not defeat…
but realization.
Han Ruo rose with difficulty.
"What have you become?"
Lin Chi looked at the sky, which had begun to crack.
"Something… the sects do not want to exist."
Far away—
The war bell rang.
And for the first time—
the sects were not hunting a legacy.
But a person.
The Day the Sky Moved
The war bell was not a sound.
It was a tremor.
The moment the Path of Transformed Nothingness settled within Lin Chi's body, something changed in the sky itself. The clouds did not part… they descended, as if watching.
In the sect camps, training stopped.
In hidden palaces, doors were sealed.
And in places unmarked on any map… beings that had not moved for centuries smiled.
"It has happened," said a blind elder, touching the ground.
"A person without origin… has created a path."
The Alliance Born of Fear
On a black plateau outside the Forbidden Land, representatives of seven major sects gathered. They did not sit around a table—they stood, because no one trusted anyone else.
"We lost the Iron Eagle Sect."
"And the envoys failed."
"If we let him be… we'll be erased one by one."
A heavy silence followed.
Then a cold voice spoke:
"We release the forbidden."
Everyone froze.
"You mean… the Ancestral Arena?"
A nod.
"If they enter it… no one leaves as they entered."
The decision was made.