Chapter 5: Veil of Deception

The air was thick with silence. Light's footsteps echoed through the ancient corridor, his breath steady but his mind racing. The weight of the Void Codex burned against his soul, an eternal whisper reminding him of the power that now coursed through his veins.

He had returned to the mortal world, but he was no longer the same person who had been betrayed and cast aside.

His silver eyes flickered in the dim torchlight as he stepped into the grand hall of the Shadow Pavilion—a neutral organization known for trading information and secrets. The place smelled of ink and old parchment, the scent of knowledge and danger intertwined.

A hooded figure sat at the center of the room, cloaked in an aura of mystery. Light approached without hesitation.

"You have information for me," he said, his voice cold yet calm.

The figure chuckled. "Ah, the forsaken one returns from the abyss. What is it you seek, Light?"

He placed a heavy pouch of spirit stones on the table. "The Light Clan. Their movements. Their weaknesses."

The figure ran a gloved hand over the pouch before nodding. "Interesting choice. Many would run from their past, but you… you chase it."

Light's eyes narrowed. "Tell me what I need to know."

The figure leaned forward, voice barely above a whisper. "The Light Clan is preparing something big—an ascension ritual. A ceremony meant to elevate their new prodigy, Light Tian, to heights never seen before."

A flicker of rage burned in Light's chest, but he buried it beneath a layer of cold resolve. "The location?"

"The Celestial Sanctum. In three days."

Light clenched his fists. So soon? His enemies had wasted no time in solidifying their power.

"I assume you want more than just information," the figure mused.

Light smirked. "I want leverage. A way to shatter their illusion of supremacy."

The figure chuckled darkly. "Ah… now that is a request I can fulfill. But power comes at a price, young void wielder."

Light met the figure's gaze, the depths of his silver eyes gleaming with the abyss. "Then name it."

The room fell silent as the deal was struck—an unspoken contract sealed beneath the veil of deception.

The wind carried whispers of the past as Light stepped into the dimly lit alley, his presence masked by the veil of the void. The city of Blackveil, a place of thieves, mercenaries, and rogue cultivators, sprawled before him like a beast hiding in the night. Here, information was more valuable than gold, and deception ruled the streets.

His silver eyes gleamed under his hood as he observed the flow of people. He needed to learn about the Light Clan's movements, their weaknesses, and their allies. But information like that wouldn't come freely.

A group of men stood by a flickering lantern, their hushed voices discussing underground dealings. Light's steps were soundless as he approached.

"You there," one of them called out, his voice rough from years of smoke and blood. "You're not from around here, are you?"

Light didn't respond immediately. Instead, he allowed a sliver of void energy to leak from his body—just enough to unsettle them. The man's grin faltered, and the others instinctively took a step back.

"I need information," Light said, his voice cold and calm. "About the Light Clan."

The air tensed. The mere mention of that name was enough to stir fear. The man in charge, a middle-aged rogue cultivator with a scar across his face, eyed Light carefully. "That kind of information doesn't come cheap."

Light extended his hand, and a small wisp of void energy danced on his palm before vanishing. "I offer something far more valuable than gold."

The scarred man hesitated, but greed won over caution. "Fine. Follow me."

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They entered a hidden chamber beneath a rundown tavern. The room smelled of damp wood and ink, scrolls stacked on every surface. The rogue cultivator poured a drink and gestured for Light to sit.

"The Light Clan," the man began, "is moving aggressively. After they stole the spirit root from their so-called 'fallen genius,' they have been focusing their resources on Light Tian, grooming him to be their next immortal."

Light's fingers curled into a fist beneath the table.

The man continued, oblivious to the storm brewing in his guest's heart. "Word is, they're searching for something—an ancient relic hidden within the Forbidden Ruins. They believe it will solidify their dominance."

A relic? Yin Light's mind raced. The Light Clan was already powerful, yet they were still seeking more strength.

"Where are these ruins?" Light asked.

The man chuckled. "Ah, now that's a dangerous question. Those ruins are cursed. No one who enters returns."

Light leaned forward, his silver eyes glowing faintly. "Then it seems I have a reason to go."

The rogue cultivator shivered. Something about this young man was terrifyingly unnatural. He had the feeling that the world itself would tremble under his steps soon.

As Light rose to leave, the man called out, "A warning, stranger—those who stand against the Light Clan never live long."

Light turned his head slightly, his voice carrying a quiet, chilling certainty.

"They should worry about how long they have left."

With that, he stepped into the shadows, the veil of deception lifting as he embraced the path of vengeance.

The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp stone and distant rain as Light strode through the winding alleys of Blackveil. His mind was a storm of thoughts, each one circling back to the relic hidden within the Forbidden Ruins.

If the Light Clan sought it, then it was undoubtedly dangerous. But more importantly, it was something he could take from them.

His journey led him to the outskirts of the city, where the glow of lanterns faded, swallowed by the darkness beyond. The terrain became uneven, the once-paved roads giving way to cracked stones and wild roots.

He stopped at the edge of a cliff, gazing down at the valley below. In the distance, shrouded in mist, lay the Forbidden Ruins—ancient structures barely visible under the moonlight.

A whisper brushed against his consciousness.

"You tread a path few dare to walk."

Light didn't flinch. The voice belonged to the Void Monarch, the lingering will of the ancient being who had granted him the Codex.

"You sense it too," Light murmured.

"Yes… a presence stirs within those ruins. Something beyond the understanding of mortals. Do you seek it for power or for revenge?"

Light smirked, though there was no humor in his expression. "Does it matter? Either way, it will serve my purpose."

The Void Monarch chuckled, the sound reverberating through Light's very soul. "Then go, my successor. But beware—the veil of deception does not only hide the truth from others. Sometimes, it blinds the one who wears it."

Light said nothing as he stepped forward, his form flickering like a shadow before vanishing into the night.

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The ruins were colder than he had expected. The moment he stepped inside, the temperature plummeted, and the air grew heavy with an unnatural stillness. The structures, worn down by time, stood in eerie silence, as if waiting for something—or someone.

Light moved cautiously, his senses on high alert. He could feel it now—a lingering force, a whisper of something ancient buried deep within.

A sudden sound broke the silence.

Footsteps.

He whirled around, void energy flickering at his fingertips. A figure emerged from the darkness, draped in flowing robes embroidered with silver patterns. Their face was obscured by a mask, but the aura they radiated was unmistakable.

A cultivator. And not just any cultivator—someone strong.

Light's grip on his power tightened. "Who are you?"

The masked figure tilted their head slightly. "A traveler. Much like yourself." Their voice was calm, unreadable.

"Travelers don't usually step into forbidden places," Light said coldly.

"Neither do fallen geniuses."

A chill ran down Light's spine. The way they spoke—it wasn't just a guess. They knew who he was.

He narrowed his eyes. "You know me?"

The figure took a step closer. "I know of you. And I know why you're here."

Light didn't respond. His body remained tense, ready for battle if necessary.

The figure chuckled softly. "Relax, Yin Light. If I wanted to fight you, I wouldn't have announced myself."

That didn't put him at ease.

"Then what do you want?"

A moment of silence stretched between them before the figure finally spoke.

"To see if you are truly worthy of what lies ahead."

Before Light could respond, the ruins around them trembled. A deep, resonating hum filled the air, as if the very foundations of this place had been awakened.

The masked figure turned slightly, their voice filled with intrigue.

"It seems you were not the only one seeking the relic tonight."

Light's eyes flickered with cold determination. He had come here for answers, but it seemed fate had something far more dangerous in store.

With the veil of deception lifting, the true game was about to begin. 

The trembling of the ruins grew stronger, dust cascading from the cracked stone walls as an unseen force pulsed through the air. Light remained still, his silver eyes scanning the darkness beyond. The masked figure beside him did not move, but their aura sharpened, like a blade unsheathing in anticipation.

Then, the silence shattered.

From the depths of the ancient corridor, a roar echoed—a sound not of a beast, but something far worse. The weight of its presence pressed against Light's soul, ancient and filled with a hunger beyond mortal understanding.

A guardian.

Light narrowed his eyes. The Light Clan had not yet arrived, but they weren't the only ones seeking the relic. Someone—or something—was already here.

The masked figure finally spoke. "The slumbering warden of these ruins has awakened. You must decide, Yin Light—will you fight, or will you run?"

Light smirked, his fingers curling into a fist. "Run?" He took a step forward, void energy crackling around him like living shadows. "I don't run."

The ground beneath them trembled again, and from the darkness, a monstrous figure emerged. It was massive, its body composed of obsidian stone, carved with glowing golden inscriptions. Its eyes were hollow pits filled with a swirling, unnatural light, and its very presence warped the air around it.

A Celestial Warden.

Light's breath remained steady, but his mind worked rapidly. This was no ordinary guardian—it was a relic of an ancient era, left behind to protect something of immense value.

The masked figure tilted their head. "I see. Then let us test your strength."

Before Light could respond, the figure vanished in a blur, reappearing at the side of the Warden with a speed beyond comprehension. A silver blade materialized in their hands, cutting a crescent arc through the air.

Clang!

The blade met the Warden's stone arm, sending sparks flying, but the creature barely flinched. Instead, it swung a massive fist downward, the sheer force sending a shockwave through the chamber.

Light leaped back, void energy surging around him. He raised his hand, fingers forming a claw. "Void Devour."

A vortex of nothingness erupted from his palm, swallowing the shockwave before it could reach him. The energy dissipated into the abyss, consumed by the power of the Void Codex.

The Warden turned its hollow gaze toward him, sensing the unnatural force he wielded. It reared back and slammed both fists into the ground. The earth split apart, glowing golden runes spreading through the stone.

Light's instincts screamed at him—danger.

He teleported just in time.

A massive explosion of divine energy erupted from the runes, obliterating everything within a dozen meters. Light reappeared on a crumbling pillar, watching as the sheer force of the attack reduced half the chamber to rubble.

The masked figure landed beside him, unfazed. "It seems brute force won't be enough."

Light exhaled, his mind sharpening. He wasn't going to waste time testing his limits. This thing was strong, but it wasn't invincible.

And he had something far worse than power.

He had the Void.

Light raised his hand, void energy swirling in his palm. The darkness flickered, tendrils forming in the air like living creatures eager to consume.

He spoke, his voice steady.

"Void Shroud."

The air twisted, and in an instant, the battlefield changed. Everything turned dark—the torches, the golden inscriptions, even the very light within the chamber was devoured.

The Warden hesitated. It could no longer see.

Light moved.

He became a shadow in the darkness, his steps soundless, his strikes unseen. He appeared behind the Warden, his hand pressing against its back.

"Void Rend."

The attack did not explode. It did not burn. It simply erased.

A section of the Warden's back vanished, as if it had never existed. The creature staggered, a low groan escaping from within its hollow chest.

Light didn't stop. He moved again, another strike, another piece of its body fading into the abyss. The Warden's movements slowed, its once indestructible form now marred with patches of absolute nothingness.

The masked figure watched in silence. "Interesting… so this is the power of the Void."

The Warden roared, its remaining arm lashing out in a final, desperate attempt to crush him.

Light lifted a single finger.

"Collapse."

A final surge of void energy pulsed outward. The Warden's body cracked, then shattered into nothingness. The remnants of its existence dissolved, leaving only silence in its wake.

Light lowered his hand, his breathing even. He turned toward the masked figure, his silver eyes gleaming.

"I believe I passed your test."

The figure chuckled, their tone laced with amusement. "Perhaps. But the true trial still awaits."

They gestured toward the far end of the ruins, where an ancient gate stood. Unlike the rest of the chamber, it was untouched by time, its surface gleaming with strange symbols.

"The relic lies beyond."

Light took a step forward, but a thought lingered in his mind.

The veil of deception had begun to lift. But what lay beyond it?

For now, he would find out.

He walked toward the gate, ready to unveil the next secret that fate had placed before him. 

The ruins trembled as a deep hum reverberated through the stone walls, sending dust cascading from the ceiling. Light's silver eyes flickered with cold determination as he turned his gaze back to the masked figure before him.

"If I wasn't the only one seeking the relic," he said calmly, "then who else is here?"

The figure didn't answer immediately. Instead, they took a step forward, their presence oddly soothing despite the tension in the air. The silver embroidery on their robe shimmered under the dim light, casting an ethereal glow around them.

"You're asking the wrong question, Yin Light," the figure murmured. "The real question is—why do you seek it?"

Light narrowed his eyes. "Vengeance. Power. The Light Clan must pay for what they've done."

The masked figure chuckled softly. "Spoken like a man consumed by shadows."

Before Light could respond, the tremors intensified, and the ground beneath them split slightly. A surge of energy erupted from the heart of the ruins, forcing them both to turn toward the source.

Then, from the mist, another presence emerged.

A woman, her long silver hair cascading down her back like a river of moonlight, stepped into view. She wore a battle-worn cloak over a delicate, midnight-blue robe, and her piercing eyes—pale as the winter sky—locked onto Light with an intensity that made his breath hitch.

He knew her.

Or at least… his soul did.

The moment their gazes met, something deep within him stirred—an unfamiliar yet undeniable pull, as if the very fabric of fate had woven their destinies together long before this moment.

The masked figure exhaled lightly, almost in amusement. "And there she is…"

Light ignored them, his focus solely on the woman before him. She, too, seemed frozen in place, her expression unreadable, yet her eyes betrayed something—recognition, longing, and a sorrow buried beneath layers of restraint.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice quieter than before.

She hesitated, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to speak, but no words came. Instead, she stepped closer, her presence carrying the scent of winter and something else—something familiar.

Finally, she spoke.

"I am the one who was meant to stand beside you," she whispered. "But fate had other plans."

A chill ran down Light's spine, not from fear but from the weight of her words. His fists clenched as he tried to suppress the storm of emotions threatening to unravel within him.

"What do you mean?"

She lifted a hand, almost as if she wanted to touch him—but stopped herself just short of his skin.

"The past was stolen from us," she murmured. "But the heart never forgets."

Light's breath was steady, but inside, his mind reeled. This woman—this stranger—spoke with such certainty, such quiet sorrow, that it unsettled him in a way nothing else ever had.

Then, the ruins trembled again, but this time, the force was stronger—almost as if something ancient had finally awakened.

The masked figure chuckled softly. "It seems we're out of time for reminiscing. The relic is waking."

Light shook off the confusion clouding his mind, forcing himself to focus. He could deal with the mystery of this woman later.

For now, he had a relic to claim—and enemies to destroy.

But as he moved forward, the woman's voice stopped him once more.

"Light…"

He turned, and for a brief moment, the cold, calculated warrior in him fa

ltered.

She was standing under the ancient moonlight, her eyes filled with something that almost felt like… hope.

"Be careful," she whispered.

Light didn't reply.

But as he turned back toward the heart of the ruins, for the first time in years, vengeance wasn't the only thing weighing on his heart.

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Chapter 6: Whispers of the Forgotten

Light and the mysterious woman face a hidden danger as the relic awakens.

A fierce battle erupts when the Light Clan's forces arrive.

The woman reveals a shocking truth about her connection to Light.

Light must choose between claiming the relic or saving her from its destructive

power.