The Divine Folio War

The wind howled across the Sky-Piercing Range, carrying with it a thousand whispered ambitions. Some were prayers. Others were threats. All of them pointed toward one place.

The Divine Folio.

A single scroll said to contain the original draft of the world. The primordial script. The beginning of all stories—and the end of all falsehoods.

And now, everyone wanted it.

Especially those who had learned that reality could be rewritten.

Lin Feng stood at the precipice of Mount Hal'Sarei, staring out at the crescent horizon. He had traveled farther in the past six months than in his last two lives combined. The Pen of Three Truths now lay dormant at his side, but the world had felt its tremors.

All across the Nine Divine Realms, sovereigns were stirring.

They had felt the edits.

And they wanted their turn at the quill.

Ruoxi approached from behind, arms crossed. "They're coming, aren't they?"

He nodded. "Some to claim the Folio. Others to stop me from getting it first."

"And us?" she asked.

"We go to war."

In the golden halls of the Heaven-Raised Accord, all known sovereigns were summoned by a mysterious voice only they could hear. One by one, they appeared as astral projections in the great sky mirror—an ethereal council built from shared will.

The voice spoke:

"One Folio remains. The last untouched draft of the world. You who dare call yourselves authors of fate—prove it."

Twelve names lit up in the air. Lin Feng's was among them.

Each would be tested.

And only one would leave with authorship.

Yue Lian scowled at the hovering name list. "Some of those names haven't been heard in a century."

Ruoxi snorted. "Some of them should've stayed forgotten."

Lin Feng examined the names:

Queen Dravessa, who wrote fate with fire

The Silver Monk, who edited death itself

Child Emperor Renzai, whose words bent time

…and nine others just as terrifying

Yue Lian asked, "We don't even know the rules. How do we win?"

"We don't win by playing the game," Lin Feng said. "We win by rewriting it."

Before they could even begin planning, their camp was struck by an ambush—one of the sovereigns had moved early.

The Mirror Saint, one of the Twelve, arrived in a ripple of light. His mirrored armor reflected every attack thrown at him.

"Lin Feng," he said, "you've written too much already. The Folio must never reach your hand."

Ruoxi attacked first—but her strikes were reflected back.

Yue Lian used her spirit pressure—but it rebounded.

Only Lin Feng stood calm.

He closed his eyes and murmured, "If mirrors lie… then let them shatter."

He invoked:

Void Law: Honest Reflection.

The Mirror Saint screamed as cracks spidered across his armor—not from outside force, but from truth too raw to hide.

He collapsed, defeated by his own reflection.

Revelation: What the Folio Contains

The Mirror Saint coughed blood, laughing. "You don't even know what's inside the Divine Folio."

"Then tell me," Lin Feng demanded.

"It's not prophecy," the Saint said. "It's not power. It's the original world. The version that came before gods, before laws. Before memory."

He looked up with wide, maddened eyes.

"If you claim it, Lin Feng—you won't rewrite the world. You'll replace it."

Lin Feng froze.

"Replace?"

"All that is… will be overwritten. All that was… will be lost."

That night, Lin Feng stared into the fire. Ruoxi sat beside him.

"You're thinking about what he said."

He nodded. "What if I win… and erase everything?"

"You won't," she said.

"How can you be sure?"

"Because I know you. You don't crave power. You crave purpose."

Yue Lian added, "Then let's find that Folio and make sure someone worse doesn't get it first."

He looked at them both.

Then nodded.

"Alright. We chase the truth—not to rewrite the world. But to protect the one we live in."

A doorway appeared in the sky.

Twelve paths extended from it—one for each Sovereign.

The Divine Folio floated at the center of a storm of scrolls and shattered laws.

Lin Feng stepped forward.

Above him, the stars realigned into a new title:

Folio Challenger: Lin Feng.

And the war for authorship began.

To be continue...