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.

Wei Zicheng didn't lower himself to touch Lin Feng directly — that would be too easy. Too obvious.

Instead, he made Lin Feng a ghost.

Disciples who once nodded to him turned their heads.

Small missions he accepted were mysteriously reassigned.

His training zone at the ravine? Taken.

Elder Wei himself was spotted speaking to other Inner Elders near the cliffs — always when Lin Feng walked past.

And Lin Feng had no status, no clan, no master.

Just a broken sword… and now, one strange ally.

He trained like an ox possessed — smashing boulders with that massive hammer, his sleeves always torn, his fists always bleeding.

> "The sect watches weaklings," Han Yu said one night, fire crackling. "But they fear wild dogs. Bite the wrong ankle, and you'll see the whip."

Lin Feng remained silent. But the way his jaw clenched said enough.

The two trained together now — not side by side, but not apart either.

Silent understanding. Mutual struggle.

Han Yu didn't ask Lin Feng's past. Lin Feng didn't ask Han Yu's.

But sometimes… in the way Han Yu stared at the moon…

It was clear they both carried shadows.

On the fourteenth day, during meditation, Lin Feng's breathing slowed.

He sat beneath a waterfall deep in the outer ravine.

His shirt was torn. His back bore dozens of scars.

Suddenly, his body convulsed — but not from pain.

His tendons thrummed like taut strings.

His heartbeat slowed… then roared.

> [Body Refinement – Third Layer: Tendon Awakening — COMPLETE]

A boulder beside him — once untouched — cracked in half from the pressure alone.

That night, the dreams came again — clearer, crueler.

> He stood in a burning palace, a broken seal in his palm. Voices cried out from the shadows — some in agony, some in rage. "The child lives… he mustn't awaken…" "Seal his blood... before it consumes everything..."

A hand reached out from fire — long fingers, thin, elegant.

A woman's face hidden in shadow whispered:

Lin Feng gasped awake, sweat cold on his neck.

Far above, on the northern cliff, a lone elder stood beneath a pine tree.

His white hair flowed like silver threads. His eyes glowed faintly.

Elder Qingsong, master of formation arts.

He watched the ravine. He watched the boy who shouldn't have awakened his bone resonance so early.

> "The seal is breaking... and still no sign of the celestial fate markers…"

Sect Notice: Outer Challenge – One Month Hence

A decree was posted across the Thousand Spirit Sect:

> "One month from now: Outer Sect Challenge."

All outer disciples, regardless of rank, may challenge up to three others for position advancement.

Ranking determines resource access and potential inner court candidacy.

Wei Zicheng, though technically in the inner circle, posted a formal request for exception.

> "I wish to challenge Lin Feng as an outer representative. For the good of sect clarity."

Lin Feng stood before the notice board, eyes narrowed.

Chapter 7 – The Eyes of the Sect (Part Two)