chapter 62: beyond the final horizon

The Unwritten Realm stretched infinitely, neither bound by time nor constrained by the laws of existence. It was an endless ocean of concepts, a place where destinies had not yet been etched into the fabric of reality.

Shen Tian stepped forward, and with each step, the world reacted—shifting, bending, forming around him. His mere presence caused the void to tremble, as if the realm itself struggled to comprehend his existence.

"This place is… strange," Shen Tian muttered, scanning his surroundings.

The veiled entity, still present, merely chuckled. "Strange? Perhaps. But that is the nature of a world where nothing is set in stone. Everything is possible, yet nothing is certain."

Shen Tian narrowed his eyes. "So what happens now? Do I just… create my own reality?"

"You could," the entity answered. "Or you could venture deeper. There are others here—beings who, like you, have transcended everything. Some have become architects of their own existence, while others have vanished into the void, consumed by the infinite unknown."

Shen Tian smirked. "Sounds like a challenge."

The entity's eyes gleamed. "Indeed. But be warned, Shen Tian—there are no rules here. Not even the heavens will intervene. If you fall, there will be no second chance."

Shen Tian's gaze turned sharp. No second chances? That only made things more interesting.

Encounter with the Forgotten

As Shen Tian walked deeper into the shifting void, the world around him changed. Words floated through the air, whispering half-formed ideas—some familiar, others utterly alien.

Then, he saw them.

Scattered throughout the endless space were figures—ancient entities whose very forms seemed incomplete, as though they had been abandoned mid-creation.

One of them turned towards him. Its face was blank, featureless, yet its presence was overwhelming.

"You… are new," the entity spoke, its voice an eerie echo.

Shen Tian folded his arms. "And you are?"

"We are the Forgotten. Those who were once destined for greatness but were never allowed to reach their conclusion. We linger here, waiting… hoping to be written once more."

A cold wind, despite the lack of air, brushed past Shen Tian. He understood immediately.

These beings were remnants of stories that had never been completed—characters who had been erased, abandoned by the will of creation itself.

"And what do you want from me?" Shen Tian asked, his voice calm but firm.

The Forgotten did not respond at first. Then, the void around them shifted, and hundreds of other unfinished figures began to gather.

"Will you rewrite us?" the lead entity asked.

Shen Tian's expression remained unreadable. This was no mere challenge of power. This was a test of creation itself.

Could he shape the destiny of those who had lost their purpose?

A Creator's Choice

Shen Tian thought for a moment. He had no obligation to these beings. He could simply ignore them, walk past them, and continue his journey deeper into the Unwritten Realm.

But…

Something inside him stirred.

He had spent an eternity surpassing all things. Power, existence, reality—he had conquered them all. But now, standing here, in a world of unwritten possibilities, he faced a different challenge.

Not to destroy.

Not to transcend.

But to create.

He smirked. "Rewrite you? No. That would be too simple."

The Forgotten stirred in confusion.

Shen Tian extended his hand, and the void quivered. "I'll give you something better—the chance to write yourselves."

A brilliant surge of energy exploded outward. The Unwritten Realm reacted, responding to Shen Tian's will.

The Forgotten, for the first time in countless eons, felt something they had never known.

Hope.

And thus, the first true act of creation within the Unwritten Realm began.

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End of Chapter 62