Ayo_Sage

In a world where the heavens favor the powerful and trample the weak, Lin Feng was born with nothing—no clan, no talent, no future.

Mocked by peers, ignored by elders, and cast into the shadows of the sect, Lin Feng clings to life with quiet fury. But fate does not forget its debts. Deep within a forbidden ruin, amidst shattered bones and crumbling stone, an ancient egg pulses with dormant power—and a voice from beyond time whispers his name.

What begins as a desperate trial becomes the first step on a path that defies the very heavens.

With a broken sword, scarred fists, and a body that begins to defy mortal logic, Lin Feng dares to forge his own way—not as a hero, not as a villain, but as something far more dangerous: a forgotten soul who refuses to be erased.

Enemies will rise. Bonds will be tested. And as legends awaken from slumber, a single name will echo through the ages.

Void.

The heavens may be vast, but even the stars must one day tremble.

Path of the Forgotten: Against the Heavens.

The morning sun bathed the Thousand Spirit Sect in golden mist. Birds sang, outer court disciples sparred, and the elders drifted above in serene meditation.

Far below the cliffs and courtyards, where the fog clung thick and the wind howled without end, a single figure stood half-naked beneath a waterfall.

His back was a latticework of scars.

Lin Feng's breath came ragged. His fists bled.

Each movement — a punch, a stance, a breath — dragged pain through his flesh.

> "Pain… is proof I still live."

The crimson mark in his palm, where the gem had fused, pulsed faintly with every heartbeat.

His veins shimmered faintly with silver light — threads of something foreign weaving into his blood. His bones felt heavier. Denser.

The shattered blade sat beside him, wedged into the cliff wall like a tombstone.

It still bore no edge, no light, no aura.

But each time Lin Feng struck — it trembled faintly, as if watching. Remembering.

When Lin Feng faltered, it grew hot.

He had not returned to the sect after the ruins.

He'd snuck back through the northern crevices, found this hidden ravine he'd once used to cry in as a child, and made it his forge.

Here, no one watched. No one mocked. No one lied.

He didn't know what had entered him in the ruins — spirit inheritance, forbidden technique, curse — but it had awakened something raw and ancient.

His muscles grew leaner, denser — like coiled metal under flesh.

He could feel it — a force growing inside, not of Qi, but of something older. Something real. Something that could bend stone with a fist or break chains with a step.

Yet each night, the dream returned.

> Blood in snow. A woman's voice crying his name. A battlefield swallowed in darkness.

And behind it all — a throne without a figure.

> "Void…" the wind would whisper.

Beyond the Mountains, in the Inner Territories

High above the world, where the peaks split clouds and the stars felt close enough to grasp, a crystalline palace rested upon floating glaciers.

Within it, among frozen petals and silent halls, sat a girl cloaked in white.

A name spoken in reverence or fear.

A proud prodigy said to be kissed by the Moon itself. They said her sword could freeze blood midair. That she never smiled.

As she meditated beside the sacred glacier, her eyes suddenly opened.

A single tremor passed through her spirit — so faint that none of the other Ice Petal disciples could sense it.

> "...Something has stirred beneath the heavens," she murmured.

Her gaze turned toward the southern skies.

Though thousands of li away, her Dao heart had shuddered.

Lin Feng collapsed beneath the waterfall, chest heaving.

His fists were cracked. His arms swollen. But within his body… the first layer of the forbidden body refinement was now complete.

> [Unnamed Body Refining Path – Layer 1: Bone Resonance Initiated]

And for the first time in years…

Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled — though no storm could be seen.

Chapter 5 – Beneath Skin and Ice