Chapter 100 – The Flame That Breaks Heaven

Days passed.

The Fifth Wall was gone.

The Silver Army defeated.

The Rootless vanished back into their celestial slumber.

But the air was too quiet.

Kai stood at the peak of Mount Ahren — where ancient cultivators once whispered to the skies.

Now, the winds whispered his name.

Ayaka approached from behind, her long cloak dragging embers.

Ren followed, scrolls clutched tight, his arm in a sling.

> "The sects are rebuilding," Ayaka said. "They want you to lead."

Kai didn't turn.

His eyes stayed locked on the horizon, where a faint silver glow shimmered.

> "It's not over."

> "There's something beneath the world. Deeper than roots. Older than fire."

Ren scoffed. "Can't we just get a week off?"

Ayaka chuckled. "What are you feeling, Kai?"

He was silent for a long time…

Then answered with a question.

> "What if Heaven didn't break by accident?"

"What if it needed to break?"

Ayaka's smile faded.

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Suddenly, the ground trembled.

A rumble far below — not from the mountains… but beneath the earth.

Cracks split across the sacred stone at their feet.

From the core of the world, a new voice echoed upward.

> "Seed of Flame… you were never meant to awaken."

A colossal root—darker than any before—erupted from beneath the mountain, wrapped in chains of heavenlight.

Bound. Imprisoned. Forgotten.

Kai stepped back, fire already swirling in his hands.

Ayaka drew her blades. Ren raised his scrolls.

But this time… they weren't alone.

All across the horizon, from every surviving sect, flames ignited.

Thousands of cultivators stood—together—ready.

Not for survival.

For rebirth.

Kai clenched his fists.

> "Season one ends with a choice."

> "Burn the past."

> "Or root the future."

He stepped into the flames.

And the sky… burned gold.