The sky over the Falling Sky Sect darkened, swirling with tempestuous clouds as if the heavens themselves awaited the final reckoning.
In the heart of the sect's grand arena, Wang Chung faced Elder Jian and the sect's most powerful elders. Their eyes burned with determination, unwilling to let the Void Sovereign rise again.
Elder Jian's voice thundered, "You defy the order of the heavens, Wang Chung. Today, you fall."
Wang Chung's eyes glowed black, void energy swirling around him like a storm unbound. The final seals shattered, memories and power flooding back in a torrent of divine force.
"I am no longer bound by your chains," Wang Chung declared, voice echoing like a quake. "I am the breaker of heavens, the storm that will tear down false gods and corrupt sects alike."
The battle exploded—celestial energy clashing with void power, shaking the very foundations of the sect. Wang Chung moved with the grace of the cosmos, wielding the black blade of his past and the Void Palm's destructive force.
One by one, the elders fell, unable to withstand the surge of the true Void Sovereign.
Elder Jian, battered but unyielding, lunged in a desperate final strike. Wang Chung met him with a palm blazing with void energy, shattering Jian's blade and ending the duel.
Silence fell.
The sect's disciples stared in awe and fear. The heavens had been broken—and a new era was born.
Wang Chung stood tall, eyes reflecting the endless void. "The past is shattered. The future is mine to shape."
The storm had arrived.