In the heart of the sect's ancient library, Wang Chung's fingers traced the faded glyphs of a forgotten text. Dust motes danced in the dim light as the pages whispered secrets long buried.
Xian Yu stood silently beside him. "These scrolls hold the truth of your sealing—the cosmic war, the fear of your power, and the pact forged to lock you away."
Wang Chung's eyes scanned the brittle parchment. Tales of the Void Sovereign's rebellion against the Celestial Emperor, the black blade that could unravel fate itself, and the great betrayal that led to his downfall.
"Why seal me?" Wang Chung asked, voice heavy. "Was I truly a threat to the heavens? Or was I a victim of their fear?"
Xian Yu nodded. "Both. Your power could topple gods, but unchecked, it would consume everything. They bound you to save the realms."
Determined, Wang Chung closed the scroll. "Then I will master this power, not to destroy, but to reclaim what was stolen."
Word spread quickly—disciples who once shunned him now sought his guidance, inspired by his strength and vision.
Together, they formed a faction—loyalists hungry for change, ready to follow the true Void Sovereign.
But not all welcomed this rise. The sect's elders grew desperate, their grip slipping as Wang Chung's influence fractured their unity.
The heavens themselves seemed to tremble in anticipation.