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Reborn into a frail body in a low-tier orphanage, Kai awakens not to divine prophecy, but to a broken bed and a memory of power. Once hailed as the Hero of a Thousand Styles, he now ranks as nothing more than a Martial Novice—his strength capped, his Ki shallow, his reality-shattering techniques unrecognized by his system.

But Kai has never relied on others to define him.

With each stat point earned through grueling quests and hidden techniques, Kai claws his way back from obscurity. In a society ruled by Martial Saints and Ki-drenched tyrants, he will rise not as a chosen one, but as a self-forged blade—quiet, sharp, and inevitable.

No clan. No bloodline.

Only his fists.
Only his will.
Only the reality he’s about to break.

Martial System: Reality Grasp

Chapter 54: The Judgment of the Heavens

Even after Universal Shift had severed the Divergence Seed's perception of time, self, and motion, its alien form continued to flicker in and out of focus. A twisted mockery of natural existence, it writhed with limbs that shouldn't have been, screeching in a frequency the world had never learned to interpret.

But Kai had already seen the outcome.

He stood unwavering—calm, centered, above the tremors of the battlefield. The ground beneath his feet had stopped quaking, not because the threat had vanished, but because reality itself had begun to bend around him.

Kai slowly raised his right hand toward the heavens, palm open. The skies darkened—not with clouds, but with silence. No wind, no birds, no sound. The world seemed to recoil from what was about to happen.

His voice echoed, solemn and resonant:

"The stars fall silent… the heavens mourn your fate. Now hear it—Celestial Requiem."

Veilstep shattered behind him as he vanished again.

Appearing in the Divergence Seed's blind spot, Kai drove his fist downward like divine wrath, slamming the aberrant creature into the earth with such force that a shockwave radiated across the plains. The land cracked. The trees bent as though in prayer. Even the air twisted.

Kai, standing over the crater, lifted his hand once more. But this time, he did not raise it to the heavens in plea.

Dark light, like starlight soaked in mourning, curled around his arm. The fabric of space groaned, as though it understood what was coming and wept.

He brought his arm down like a divine sword.

A great rift tore across the firmament — a jagged wound in existence itself — and from it descended the Reality Shards.

They fell like divine spears, each one honed not to strike the body, but to rupture the truths the enemy relied upon. Time. Pride. Ki. Form. Meaning. All were shredded.

The Divergence Seed let out a warped cry — a ripple of sound that wasn't sound, not to human ears. It thrashed once, then froze mid-motion, caught in the rain of conceptual judgment. The Reality Shards pierced it in endless rhythm, each impact rebounding through layers of unreality.

Kai stood unmoved as the storm fell around him. A sovereign of stillness amidst annihilation.

Where once lay a creature not of this world, there remained nothing but a crater, and the faint hum of ruptured possibility.

The audience—sect elders, rogue cultivators, even the hidden eyes of rival clans—could do nothing but stare.

But all of them, every one, understood what they had witnessed:

And truth had spoken with Kai's voice.

Far above, hidden beyond the sight of men, in temples sealed to even the Saints…

Eyes opened—some for the first time in centuries.

And a name was whispered, even by those who should not have remembered it:

The Judgement of the Heaven