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In a world ruled by cultivation, where power often destroys the soul it seeks to enhance, one boy lost more than his strength—he lost himself.

Fan Zhi, born with uncontrollable powers, once brought warmth to a frightened girl amidst a collapsing mall. She never forgot. He never remembered.

After a fatal mission that sealed his emotions and left his closest—only—sister-figure dead, Fan Zhi vanished, eventually swallowed by an unknown dimensional rift. The world moved on, but Ming Yue didn’t. Her love, powerful enough to shake destiny, drove her across realms in search of the one who once held her in silence.

With three clone-aspects of her soul—Xueyue, Liuyue, and Huoyue—she vows not just to find him, but to bring him back from the darkness.

When the sealed awakens, will love be enough… or will destruction prevail?

—A novel of love that transcends lifetimes, powers that threaten the world, and a bond that can redeem or destroy the universe.

Ordinary Rank

The lotus pond shimmered beneath the twin moons. Soft ripples spread across the surface, disturbed only by the faint breeze that carried the scent of blooming spirit herbs. Ming Yue stood at its edge, the wind catching the hem of her robes, her eyes fixed on the reflection that wasn't her own—but his.

It was here, five years ago, where they had first trained under the moonlight—before the chaos, before the collapse, before he disappeared.

"Fan Zhi…" she whispered. Her fingers trembled as they clutched the scroll given to her by a masked wanderer just days prior—an ancient binding inscription, one used by the Supreme Court of Realms.

The seal placed upon him wasn't just a suppression. It was divine imprisonment—crafted by ten thousand Supreme Beings who had gathered their collective wills into a single decree: "This one shall never ascend, never break, never die."

No one knew the truth. They believed Fan Zhi had perished when the black sun rose during the Celestial War. But death had never claimed him. His existence… was too paradoxical to be ended. So instead, they had bound his soul and essence to the lowest mortal tier—the Ordinary Rank. A punishment not of death… but erasure of destiny.

But one could only seal the stars for so long.

Far away, in a dimension that defied linear time, Fan Zhi opened his eyes.

The air was heavy here—like stale divinity.

He sat beneath a stone tree, its bark made of fossilized memories, its leaves whispering echoes of forgotten names. Around him, the ground was cracked glass floating atop void. His body, though healed, felt foreign.

Ever since the collapse of the Realm Gate, he had wandered—dimensions folding and reshaping, a new sky above him with each breath. But here… something was different.

At first, he thought it was another hallucination. The seals had always been quiet—firm and merciless. But now, something within was stirring. Like an emotion long buried trying to claw its way out. The red sigils etched across his collarbone flickered once… then again.

And then a voice—not external, but from deep within:

He staggered back, clutching his chest.

"No," he muttered. "I sealed it all. Emotions… memories… pain."

A flash of light burst through his mind: A girl smiling beneath cherry blossoms, her white robes glowing under the sun. Her laugh. Her tears.

Her hand reaching for his as the mall collapsed around them.

His sealed heart cracked—not enough to shatter, but just enough to bleed.

Back in the Lotus Domain, Ming Yue was kneeling.

The moon mirrored her devotion as she held the ancient scroll over a jade basin. Her blood dripped onto it, forming runes that danced and shimmered.

From behind her, footsteps echoed. A figure in crimson robes, wild hair, and burning eyes approached.

"Huoyue," Ming Yue said softly without turning. "I know it's risky."

The clone crossed her arms. "You're binding yourself to his fate again. What if the seal corrupts your spirit?"

"I don't care," Ming Yue said, her voice resolute. "If I don't reach him, he'll fade into the void… and I won't survive that again."

Huoyue sighed, fire dimming in her eyes. "Then we go together."

At the same moment, in the drifting void-realm, the seal over Fan Zhi's chest broke—just a sliver.

A single crimson feather drifted upward from his robes.

He stood slowly. The void trembled beneath his steps, reality resisting his movement. But he walked anyway—toward the shimmer in the distance. Something beyond that veil was calling him. Something warm. Familiar.

A thread had been cast between realms—one of soul resonance.

And for the first time in years, Fan Zhi's fingers twitched… not to draw a blade, but to reach out.

Chapter 8: The First Crack in the Seal