Wang Chung's heart pounded like thunder in his chest. The black energy flickered faintly around his palm, an ancient power that refused to be buried.
He staggered away from the shattered boulder, breath shallow, mind racing.
Who sealed me? Why? The questions clawed at his thoughts, but answers remained locked in the depths of his fractured memory.
The golden eyes in the shadows did not move. Instead, the figure stepped forward, draped in a flowing cloak that shimmered like midnight.
"Wang Chung," the voice was calm, yet carried an unyielding weight. "You awaken from a long slumber. The Void Sovereign's legacy is not forgotten, even if your mind is."
Wang Chung stared, unsure whether to fight or flee. "Who… are you?"
The stranger inclined his head. "I am Xian Yu, once a guardian of the ancient realms. I've watched over your sealed soul for centuries."
"Why? Why me?" Wang Chung gritted his teeth, feeling the sting of betrayal and loss. "What was I before this... crippled boy?"
Xian Yu's gaze softened. "You were once the chosen breaker of heavens, the Void Sovereign who shattered divine laws. But your enemies feared your power and sealed your memories, scattering your strength to the winds."
Wang Chung clenched his fists again. "Then I'll reclaim what's mine. Even if I have to tear the heavens down piece by piece."
A slow smile crept across Xian Yu's lips. "Good. But know this—the path ahead is fraught with danger. Forces both mortal and divine will seek to stop you."
Suddenly, the ground trembled. From the forest's edge, dark figures emerged—disciplined, deadly. Cultivators from the Falling Sky Sect, their eyes burning with suspicion and fear.
"Outer sect rat, what are you doing with forbidden power?" one growled, stepping forward.
Wang Chung rose, the Void Palm energy coalescing into a small orb in his hand. "I'm no one's pawn anymore. I'm the storm coming for those who dared to bury me."
The battle had begun.