Chapter 15 – The Whisper of Heaven's Fear
The battlefield still burned.
Ashes floated through the air like silent snow. The corpses of the Purifiers lay scattered across the charred land, their holy armor twisted and blackened by dragonfire.
Ye Tianlan stood in the middle of it all, surrounded by smoke. His once-white robes were shredded, his hair tangled with blood and soot, but his eyes still gleamed — sharp, alive, defiant.
The power that had torn through the Twelve Purifiers was fading, yet its echo still roared within his veins.
Each heartbeat felt like thunder.
He raised his hand and clenched it slowly, feeling the lingering pulse of the Golden Heavenly Dragon beneath his skin.
( "So this is the might they feared," he whispered.
"The strength that made the heavens tremble once before…" )
The dragon spirit within him stirred — a deep, rumbling growl echoing through his soul.
"You have only touched the surface," it said, its voice vast as eternity.
"The true path begins now. The heavens know your name, and the rulers of the Seven Realms have turned their eyes upon you."
Tianlan smirked faintly. "Then let them watch. I'll rise high enough to make them bow."
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That night, the Earth Realm trembled with celestial omens.
Seven pillars of light shot up from the horizon — one from each realm — piercing through the clouds, forming a glowing sigil across the heavens.
Every cultivator felt it.
Every sect master woke in fear.
Heaven's Edict had been declared.
The decree was simple:
( "Ye Tianlan, child of rebellion, bearer of forbidden blood — is to be eradicated from existence." )
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Deep within a secluded mountain valley, far from the chaos, Tianlan found an ancient cave glowing with faint blue light. The ground shimmered with runic symbols older than mortal language.
As he entered, the air thickened with power — ancient, cold, and knowing.
At the center sat a figure cloaked in shadow, cross-legged atop a black stone throne. The man's long hair was streaked with silver, his aura vast yet faint, like a dying star.
When he opened his eyes, the temperature in the cave dropped instantly.
"You carry the scent of dragonfire," the man said quietly. "And the curse of Heaven."
Tianlan stopped a few steps away, hand instinctively on his blade.
"Who are you?"
The man smiled faintly. "Once, I was called the Heaven-Breaking Sage. Now, I am only what remains of him."
Tianlan narrowed his eyes. "You knew of the Golden Dragon?"
The sage nodded. "I was there when it roared for the first time — in the War of the First Heavens. You, boy, are the echo of that rebellion."
He gestured to the stone altar before him.
"Sit. If you wish to defy the Seven Realms, you must first understand what binds them."
Tianlan hesitated, then sat.
The sage raised his hand, and the runes on the floor began to glow brighter, forming vast circles of light.
Images flickered through the air — towering palaces, endless battlefields, gods devouring mortals, and dragons falling from the sky.
"The Heavenly Dao is not balance," the sage said. "It is control. Every era, someone rises to challenge it — and every era, Heaven crushes them. You, Ye Tianlan, are this era's defiance. But without power greater than Heaven itself, you will fall like the rest."
Tianlan's gaze darkened. "Then teach me how to surpass Heaven."
The sage studied him for a long time. Then, slowly, he smiled.
( "Very well. You shall learn the Forbidden Art of Ascension — a cultivation path abandoned even by the gods themselves. It consumes lifetimes, devours souls, and burns destiny. But if you succeed…" )
He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with ancient light.
( "You will not ascend to Heaven — you will consume it." )
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Outside, thunder rolled across the Earth Realm. The heavens themselves seemed to shudder, as if sensing the birth of something beyond fate.
And deep within that cave, beneath runes older than time, Ye Tianlan closed his eyes — and began his forbidden cultivation.