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.

Lin Feng's name no longer passed in mockery, but in speculation.

> "He took down Zhang Ke without even using Qi." "That sword... it didn't even cut. He used his body." "Something's wrong. That kind of strength—he's hiding something."

And as the whispers rose, so too did the eyes begin to turn.

Lin Feng returned to his daily routines.

But behind the stillness, he could feel it:

Not from a single enemy — but from the weight of doubt in every corner of the sect.

Some elders called him lucky. Others began investigating his past quietly. A few grew curious. Most grew uneasy.

And in a sect built on hierarchy and face... that was dangerous.

Three days after the duel, Lin Feng returned from morning training to find a group of disciples gathered at the task board.

A tall figure stood at the center, arms folded.

Elegant robes. Narrow eyes. A crescent-scar along his jaw.

Core disciple. Heir of Elder Wei. Sword prodigy. A known genius.

He was Outer Court born — but had climbed faster than any before him.

> "I heard someone's shaking the Sect's roots with a broken sword," he said, voice mild. "Thought I'd see what all the noise was about."

But Lin Feng felt it — a quiet, cold pressure, like a drawn blade beneath silk.

And Lin Feng knew: This was no ordinary rival.

In the following days, pressure coiled tighter.

Wei Zicheng didn't challenge Lin Feng.

Instead… he challenged everyone else.

Each day, he defeated one outer disciple who had spoken in favor of Lin Feng. Humiliating them with casual ease.

> "I'm just tempering my sword," he'd say with a smile.

He trained deeper in the ravine at night — but during the day, he sensed the noose tightening.

He was being isolated. Cornered. Outclassed — not in power, but in social standing.

Lin Feng returned to his hut — and found it burning.

Smoke curled from the edges. Ash coated the nearby stone.

No one stood nearby. No one helped. No one even looked.

He stood there, silent, as the broken sword remained untouched within the wreckage — the only thing that hadn't burned.

And that night, in the ravine, Lin Feng's knuckles cracked stone with a single blow.

Lin Feng turned — and saw a figure emerge from the mist.

A boy, around his age, but taller. Broad-shouldered. A crooked grin on his face.

He held a massive hammer over one shoulder like it weighed nothing.

No robe of status. No gleam of noble blood. But his Qi was deep, raw, untamed.

> "I saw what you did to Zhang Ke. You're not the only one who walks alone."

Lin Feng stared at him, then accepted.

That night, for the first time in years…

That night, sleep did not come easily.

When it did, it came like a storm.

> He stood in a black sea. Above him — stars burned and screamed. A woman's voice called out — indistinct, but familiar. "You must awaken, or all will fall."

A child's voice echoed in the darkness.

> "Big brother… you promised…"

Lin Feng sat bolt upright, chest heaving.

> [Body Refinement – Bone Resonance: Active]

[Second Layer Unlocked: Tendon Awakening]

Chapter 7 – The Eyes of the Sect