The descent felt endless, stone steps spiraling down into warmth that grew with every level. The air shifted from stale ruin chill to something alive—sun-baked earth after rain, faint ember glow without smoke. Wei Chen's black sun brand no longer warned; it resonated, pulling gently, like a heartbeat answering another.
Lin Xue walked close on his left, frost qi calm and curious, brushing his arm in cool reassurance. Su Mei stayed right, demonic essence flickering playful sparks against his sleeve. Their hands found his naturally, fingers lacing as they stepped off the final stair.
The chamber opened vast and circular, walls of golden jade veined with black sun patterns that matched Wei Chen's brand exactly. At the center stood no coffin—but a door. Tall, arched, forged of living flame frozen in metal, its surface rippling with contained heat. No cracks. No mist. Only steady, welcoming warmth radiating outward.
The voice came—not cold whisper, but deep resonance, like summer thunder far off.
Welcome… bearer of the sun…
Wei Chen stopped at the threshold. "You know me."
I know the fire you carry. The overload that burns. The brand that binds.
Lin Xue's grip tightened. "It's not like the Frost-Eater."
Su Mei scanned the walls, chains half-formed. "Warm. Too warm. Trap?"
The door pulsed brighter, patterns glowing in welcome.
No trap. Balance. The cold below hungers to consume names and doors. I am the heat that forges them anew. Your physique descends from my line—Nine-Suns, endless Yang, key to both sides.
Wei Chen touched his chest. The brand warmed under his palm, gold edges flaring soft. "Then why the suffering? The overload nearly killed me before I learned control."
Because the cold severed the link long ago. Sealed me deeper, left only hunger above. The brand became curse instead of gift. But you… you carry partners who complete the cycle. Frost to temper. Corrosion to refine.
Lin Xue's breath caught. "My curse… it was the cold's doing. To keep us apart."
Yes. And now it is gone. The path clears.
Su Mei's eyes narrowed. "Pretty words. What do you want?"
Union. Open the door—not to release, but to claim. Master the dual keys. Turn hunger into strength. But it requires full harmony… the bond at its deepest.
The chamber warmed further, golden light bathing them. The shared flame between the trio responded instantly—flaring bright, pulling them closer together.
Wei Chen met their eyes. "We decide together."
Lin Xue nodded slowly. "If it ends the threat above… frees you fully… I trust this warmth."
Su Mei's smirk softened. "Always wanted to see what real fire feels like."
They stepped forward as one, forming their triangle before the door. Hands linked tighter, foreheads touching. The cycle began without prompting—Yang pouring from Wei Chen like sunrise, met perfectly by Lin Xue's pure frost and Su Mei's vivid crimson.
But this time, the door joined.
Warm essence flowed back—ancient Nine-Suns power, refined through ages, threading into their bond. Wei Chen's overload steadied completely, fire no longer wild but controlled, endless. Lin Xue's frost gained golden edges, sharp and unbreakable. Su Mei's corrosion ignited, burning brighter without consuming.
The brand on Wei Chen's chest shifted—black veins fading, gold spreading until it became a perfect sun, warm and whole.
Visions came with the flow: ancient cultivators—men and women like them—standing before this same door, forging bonds to seal the cold forever. Failing when trust broke. Succeeding when harmony held.
The door rippled, inviting touch.
Wei Chen reached out first, palm pressing the warm metal. Lin Xue and Su Mei's hands covered his.
Light exploded—gentle, enveloping. Power surged through their meridians, cores expanding in shared breakthrough. Not small this time—major. Golden core edges forming for Wei Chen, frost core solidifying for Lin Xue, demonic core igniting for Su Mei.
The voice spoke one last time, softer.
The key is yours now. The cold above feels it. It will rage one final time. But you are ready.
The light faded. The door stood open—not to empty dark, but to a small inner sanctum: jade slips of true Nine-Suns arts, formation blueprints to master dual keys, treasures humming with balanced essence.
They stepped inside, breathing hard, bodies glowing with new power.
Wei Chen pulled them into an embrace, kissing Lin Xue's temple, then Su Mei's. "We did it."
Lin Xue smiled—real, free. "Together."
Su Mei laughed against his neck. "Now let's see what this fire can really do."
But far above, in the sealed coffin chamber, the obsidian surface shuddered.
Cracks reappeared—not from weakness, but fury.
The Frost-Eater's voice rose one last time—distant, but clear.
Master the sun… and I will devour it… Wei Chen…
The brand on his chest—now fully golden—pulsed once.
In challenge.
To be Continued
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