Fortunate_Felix

To defy fate is to tear open the sky itself.

In an empire where cultivation reigns and the path to immortality is paved with bone, blood, and betrayal, Lin Xun is born with nothing — no clan, no spirit root, no future. Or so it seems.

But when a shattered jade pendant from his late mother awakens strange soul memories, Lin Xun begins to dream not as himself, but as Xu Tianheng — a tyrant of a lost age who nearly tore open the Heavens in his pursuit of godhood.

As Lin Xun climbs the cruel ranks of Dustwind Sect, from outer disciple to core contender, he discovers that his soul carries the Sealbreaker brand — a mark long feared by the Celestial Realms. Pursued by secret orders, demon cultivators, and heaven-born rivals, Lin Xun must walk a path no one dares tread:

Cultivating the Heaven-Sundered Bone Gates, a lost technique that fuses soul and marrow.

Facing Heaven Phantoms, spirit-guardians of divine law.

Unlocking the Void Gate, an ancient force erased from all records.

And enduring echoes of a love lost across lifetimes.

As the Heaven Realm stirs and war brews between mortal sects and divine houses, Lin Xun stands at the center of a fate older than the realms themselves — a weapon, a heretic, a remnant of a rebellion that nearly shattered existence.

But this time, he will not die a god.

This time, he will live as a man — and forge his own ascension.

Heaven - Sundered Path

The third day of the Inner Sect Tournament began under a blood-red sunrise. The skies shimmered with pressure — not from nature, but from intent.

In the highest seats, the elders exchanged glances. Grand Elder Muyu sipped tea without a word. The duel everyone expected had been drawn.

Scene 2 — The Challenger: Qin Leng

Qin Leng had appeared only weeks before the tournament, a quiet disciple from the remote Thunder Abyss Valley. Few knew his background, but rumors whispered:

"He's a Heaven-tier cultivator sealed in mortal form."

"His master was banished from the Celestial Palace."

"He cultivates the Path of Certainty — every move, inevitable."

He walked into the arena barefoot, dressed in loose grey robes, with a single silver mark on his forehead — the Heaven Trace, said to show those favored by fate itself.

His blade, the Verdict Edge, did not shine.

As Lin Xun stepped into the arena, his Nameless Blade floated behind him like a thought made real.

"I respect what you've done. But the Rootless Path is unstable."

"You may bend the heavens, but certainty will still assert itself."

"Then let's see whose truth holds."

Qin Leng moved with perfect steps. His blade did not strike — it arrived. Every motion was part of a predetermined pattern, drawn from celestial calculus.

Lin Xun tried to react, but his body felt drawn into the rhythm.

"This is Heaven's choreography," Qin Leng murmured.

Instead, he let the Nameless Blade unwrite the steps.

He inserted a wrong note, a pause, a breath where none should be.

Suddenly, Qin Leng's pattern cracked.

Scene 5 — Root Grows Where Order Breaks

"I'm planting roots in your certainty."

The Nameless Blade fragmented into five spectral ribbons, each one representing a potential path — all unrealized, but felt.

Qin Leng's strikes began missing not because he failed — but because the possibility of landing them was denied.

"What… what is this cultivation?" Qin gasped.

"It's not cultivation," Lin Xun replied.

He struck once — not the body, but the inevitability of Qin Leng's movement.

Qin Leng knelt, clutching his blade. His face was pale — not from pain, but from realization.

"You… walked a path I couldn't see. I thought that was impossible."

The crowd exploded into cheers — louder than before.

Even the elders, usually stoic, leaned forward. A path beyond Heaven's rhythm… born in their sect?

From the deepest catacombs of the Verdantcloud mountains, an ancient altar stirred.

"The Rootless One grows stronger," a voice said.

"Let him write. Let him finish the Sutra…"

"...then we'll bind it with his own blood.

Certainty vs. Root