**Chapter 182 — The Crimson Challenge**
At dawn, a voice thundered through the palace.
"I, **Zhao Feng**, Red Disciple of the Starysky Palace, challenge Yang Lin to a duel of fate!"
Crowds gathered instantly. Red-robed disciples filled the arena, shouting for blood.
Yang Lin arrived late, hands behind his back, eyes distant.
"You don't want this," he said simply.
Zhao Feng snarled. "I'm not afraid of rumors or prophecies. I'll defeat you and prove Heaven still favors the loyal!"
The moment the duel began, Zhao Feng struck—his blade crackling with lightning.
But Yang Lin merely raised his gaze. His spiritual pressure erupted outward like a tidal wave, shattering the lightning midair.
When it cleared, Zhao Feng was unconscious.
The elders watched in stunned silence.
"This pressure… it's not of the mortal plane," one whispered.
Yang Lin turned, his eyes calm. "If Heaven favors loyalty," he said, "then Heaven fears truth."
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**Chapter 183 — Under the Starlit Tree**
That evening, Yang Lin sat beneath the **Starlit Tree**, watching the endless constellations shimmer.
Qin Lian approached quietly, sitting beside him.
"You've grown quieter," she said.
He smiled faintly. "You sound like Ling Yue."
"She's worried," Qin Lian replied. "So am I. The Sect's changing. People are dividing—some want to worship you, others want you dead."
Yang Lin exhaled softly. "That's how Heaven tests mortals—through mortals themselves."
Qin Lian looked up. "What happens when Heaven itself descends?"
Yang Lin's eyes turned distant. "Then it learns what fear means."
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**Chapter 184 — The Heavenbreaker's Mark**
During meditation, something awakened inside him.
A **mark**—faint and golden—appeared on his chest, pulsing with ancient rhythm.
It was neither tattoo nor rune—it was law itself, reshaped by his existence.
The air twisted around him. Space folded and unfolded. Every object within thirty meters flickered between being and nothingness.
When he opened his eyes, the mark vanished.
*But every disciple within the palace felt it.*
Ye Ruyan appeared moments later.
"That energy… you nearly bent the palace itself. What are you becoming?"
Yang Lin stood, expression serene. "Not something Heaven approves of."
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**Chapter 185 — Council of Fear**
The elders gathered once more.
"We must seal him!" one elder shouted.
"You fool! He could destroy us all!"
"He is the prophecy. Heaven's rejection incarnate!"
The Grand Elder sighed. "Then let us prepare. The Heavenbreaker cannot be controlled, but he can be guided. If he falls to darkness, the realm itself will follow."
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**Chapter 186 — The Sky Rift**
For the first time in centuries, the sky above Starysky cracked.
A line of divine lightning pierced through the void, and from it, a colossal voice spoke:
"**Heaven's order must not be broken.**"
Disciples fell to their knees.
Even the elders trembled.
Only Yang Lin stood, his eyes reflecting the storm.
He whispered, "Then watch me."
The lightning struck—yet as it descended, Yang Lin raised a single hand and split it in two.
Silence.
The heavens flickered.
Ling Yue watched from afar, tears in her eyes. "He really intends to fight Heaven…"
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**Chapter 187 — Ling Yue's Decision**
Night returned, heavy and quiet.
Ling Yue climbed to the Silent Peak, her heart torn.
"Yang Lin," she said softly, "if you keep walking this path, you'll lose everything."
He didn't turn. "I already have."
She clenched her fists. "Then let me walk with you."
Yang Lin closed his eyes. "The path ahead isn't for the living."
"Then I'll die beside you."
For a moment, he was silent. Then he finally turned, his eyes softening—just for her.
"Ling Yue… you were never meant for tragedy."
Her tears glimmered in the moonlight. "Then stop creating it."
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**Chapter 188 — Training in the Forbidden Hall**
Days passed. Yang Lin entered the **Forbidden Hall**, a place sealed by the Sect Master himself.
Inside were remnants of the old heavens—laws, memories, fragments of time.
He placed his palm upon an ancient crystal.
Instantly, thousands of divine arrays lit up, linking to his soul. His cultivation trembled—pushing him toward the boundary of the **Incarnation Realm**.
But he stopped it deliberately.
"Not yet," he whispered. "Breaking Heaven doesn't require rushing—it requires control."
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**Chapter 189 — The Heavenly Envoy**
A rift opened above the sect.
From it descended a man clothed in white flame, wings of radiance spreading behind him.
"I am the **Envoy of the Celestial Court**," he declared. "By decree of the Higher Heavens, the one known as Yang Lin shall be tested."
Yang Lin appeared instantly, stepping onto air itself.
"Tested?" he said coldly. "Heaven's test always ends the same way."
The envoy's eyes glowed. "Then so shall this."
The clash was blinding. The envoy unleashed divine fire—Yang Lin erased it with a breath.
Their energies collided once, twice—until the sky itself shattered into mirrored fragments.
When silence returned, only Yang Lin remained standing.
He looked upward. "Send more."
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**Chapter 190 — The Sect Divides**
The sect split overnight.
Half the disciples bowed to Yang Lin, calling him "Heavenbreaker Lord."
The other half prayed for Heaven's mercy.
Elders debated endlessly, unable to decide whether he was salvation or apocalypse.
Ye Ruyan sighed, standing atop the training grounds.
"He's no longer someone this sect can contain," she murmured.
Ling Yue whispered, "Then we stand beside him anyway."
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**Chapter 191 — The Beginning of the End**
Yang Lin stood on the highest tower, wind flowing through his hair. His aura extended past the mountain range, past the clouds, brushing the edge of realms unseen.
Lightning rippled faint
ly across the horizon.
He raised his hand, clenching the air.
"The Heavenbreaker path begins now."
The world trembled.
Stars dimmed.
Even Heaven seemed to hold its breath.