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Legacy of Ash and System
By Silent Skilled Listener

In a world buried beneath the ashes of a forgotten cataclysm, the heavens are silent and the sects of old lie in ruin. Amid the wreckage of a once-glorious cultivation era, Shen Liang, a young scavenger haunted by dreams he cannot explain, stumbles upon an ancient artifact—a dormant System that should not exist.

When awakened, the System binds to him, revealing cryptic quests, evolutionary skills, and fragments of a celestial legacy thought lost. As Shen Liang cultivates through deadly ruins and spectral remnants, he uncovers secrets that defy fate and attract enemies both mortal and divine.

But the System hungers. The world is changing. And beneath the cracked skies, the Flame Lotus Sect whispers of prophecy, war, and rebirth.

Torn between vengeance, love, and the pursuit of power, Shen Liang must decide: will he rise as the last cultivator of a dead era—or burn everything to forge a new path?

Legacy of Ashes and System

Yue staggered as her senses twisted. Her breath caught in her throat as if she were falling—not through air, but through time and memory. A storm of voices brushed her mind, faint echoes of forgotten prayers and long-dead regrets. Then silence.

All around them, the world was warped. Pale trees with silver leaves lined a pathway that led toward a throne hall built of obsidian glass. The sky was a swirl of violet and gold, yet no sun shone. Instead, constellations shifted and blinked like sentient eyes.

A notification hovered in the air, translucent and cold.

[Realm Anchor Established: Forgotten Court of the Void Kings]

Dungeon Tier: I (Legacy-Class Trial Instance)

Soul Link Detected: Dual Lineage Access Authorized

Objective: Awaken the Court | Optional Objective: Survive the Echo of Judgment

Time Remaining Before Collapse: 5:59:42

Yue shivered. "What is this place?"

"An echo of the past," Shen Liang said, his voice grim. "The Void Kings ruled between realms. This court must've been anchored to Qingxuan's final domain before it fell."

As they stepped forward, the marble beneath them pulsed faintly with their footfalls. In the air, whispering returned—only now it wasn't aimless. It was... waiting.

A ghost of a man, wrapped in ceremonial armor, his face hidden by a cracked jade mask. In his hand, he held a broken scepter.

"Who seeks entry to the Court of Judgment?" the specter intoned, voice echoing like bells underwater.

Shen Liang stepped forward. "I am Shen Liang of the Fallen Line, bearer of Qingxuan's sin."

"And I," Yue said quietly, "am the daughter of the Moon-Ear, with Qingxuan's legacy in my blood."

The ghost's mask tilted. "Two remnants. One blade. Enter and be judged."

Inside, murals decorated the walls—living images that moved subtly when Yue looked away. They showed battles across planes, temples falling from the sky, and finally, a single figure standing alone atop a mountain, holding a bloodied scroll.

"Master Tianxu," Shen Liang said, reverent and ashamed. "Founder of Qingxuan. He led the rebellion when Heaven declared the system law forbidden. He nearly succeeded."

"No," he said slowly. "I failed them."

They reached the end of the hall, where the ghost of the jade-masked man awaited. "The trial begins," he said. "The Court demands restoration. Memory must be paid in blood."

Stone platforms rose beneath their feet.

The dungeon shimmered, and the real trial began.

The Forgotten Court