Monday_Adamu

Born a slave. Marked by fate. Abandoned by the heavens.
Until death triggered his awakening.

Lin Sheng was never meant to rise. But when he unlocks the legendary Heavenly Internal Body, he gains the power to bend fate, distort time, and carve his own path through cultivation’s cruel world.

From the lowest realm, he begins a slow, brutal climb—facing corrupt sects, divine beasts, and immortal killers who fear what he might become. With forbidden techniques, heaven-level treasures, and a Phoenix that burns karma itself, Lin Sheng challenges a reality built to break him.

Beside him stands Mu Yanyu, a noble warrior of ice and soul, whose love is as enduring as the heavens he aims to defy.

He will not bow.
He will not break.
He will rise—beyond time, beyond fate, to claim the power the heavens denied him.

The immortal Land

Chapter 13 – The Whisper of Severed Fates

The wind was quiet on the spine of Mount Xuanlei, but the silence carried weight.

Lin Sheng stood alone at the edge of the Soul Mirror Lake, where water reflected not the sky but memory. Behind him, the Trial Path had collapsed, sealed by the silver flames of the Eternal Eagle Spirit. Ahead, a vast fog loomed—an ancient forest where laws twisted and space no longer obeyed natural order.

Inside, the Sovereign's Memory Mark still pulsed on his back—an imprint of a chained feather devoured by flame. His Soul Root had formed, glowing faintly with cosmic threads only he could sense. The Memory Flame Brand, etched into his inner world, now allowed him to see echoes—faint traces of past souls and forgotten truths.

Yet despite these victories, he was not at ease.

> "Let no god crown me who does not know my pain."

Those words—spoken in the depths of his Imprint of Destiny Severance Trial—still rang in his ears. He had severed his fate from the bloodlines of heaven. But something deeper had awakened in response. A will… ancient and cold.

As Lin Sheng stepped down the misted slope, a ripple in space cracked the air. Out stepped a young man robed in violet-gold, bearing a jade emblem inscribed with nine rings.

"Lin Sheng. The Heaven Law Sect sends its regard."

Lin Sheng narrowed his eyes. This was no ordinary envoy. The rings on that token represented a Nine-Ringed Heaven Appraisal, reserved only for cultivators marked by destiny—or marked for elimination.

> "The Heaven Law Sect?" Lin Sheng's voice was calm. "You came all the way into the Eastern Mortal Domain for me?"

The young man smiled, but there was no warmth.

"You've triggered too many forbidden echoes. Soul Root cultivators should not wield law fragments. And certainly not memory flames."

"No. I came to erase the anomaly."

The battle began without warning.

From his sleeves burst talismans woven from spatial essence and divine thread. A net of silver laws fell upon Lin Sheng, warping gravity and slicing at his soul.

But Lin Sheng was no longer bound to the ordinary.

He thrust his palm forward, igniting a burning halo behind him—the Memory Flame Brand flared with ancestral resonance. A phoenix-shaped echo roared out, devouring the incoming laws with sovereign hunger.

He blinked forward using a thread of Temporal Displacement, stepping past the young man's defensive wall and striking directly with the Soul Feather Palm, a technique born from his trials.

The Heaven Law envoy coughed blood.

> "Impossible… You… severed fate… yet touch time?"

> "I don't touch time," Lin Sheng whispered, eyes glowing, "I burn it."

With a final spiral of flame and silence, the jade token cracked.

As the mists cleared, Mu Yanyu descended from the ridge behind him, her pale eyes wide.

> "You shouldn't have survived that," she said softly. "That was a Fate-Level Enforcer."

> "I didn't," Lin Sheng said, voice low. "The Lin Sheng who feared fate died inside that mirror."

He turned toward the horizon, where a dark sun had begun to rise—a strange celestial omen that flickered between time.

> "I feel it, Yanyu. A gate is opening."

> "To the next path. To my Heaven Vein breakthrough. But we're not alone anymore."

Indeed, across the mountains, ancient sects stirred. The Heaven Law Sect had marked Lin Sheng—and now others would follow.