Auren's Next Mission and the Gift of Spirits
Deep in a province of the Third Realm long-corrupted by wayward qi and lingering demonic echoes, Auren of the young sealing sect undertook a critical mission: to purify a forgotten temple consumed by spectral unrest. The corruption ran deeper than rot—it bled into the land, twisting the spiritual veins of the earth. Using his profound understanding of sealing formations and soul purification, Auren traced the source to a bound Spirit Lord, shackled by an ancient suppressor.
Upon breaking the seal, the Spirit Lord bowed in reverence—longing not for vengeance, but for release. With a gentle whisper and an unshakable will, Auren cleansed the specter's essence, earning its undying loyalty and the admiration of hidden eyes.
His deeds echoed to Mt. Fai.
The Invitation to Mt. Fai
Summoned by one of the Seven Sovereigns of Mt. Fai, Auren stood humbled in the presence of powers ancient and vast. The sovereign, draped in white obsidian robes, tilted his head curiously and asked, "You bear the name Auren... You are aware that Emperor Auren IX once ruled from Don Empire's heart, yes? The same Auren who vanished into the Fifth Realm's mouth, and whose name was later desecrated by false heirs and demons?"
Auren's eyes flickered with curiosity, but he remained silent.
"For now," the sovereign said, "consider this a seed."
As reward for his deeds, Auren was bestowed the Spirit Patriarch Flute, an artifact of immense mystery and weight. It could summon and expel spirits, manipulate the emotions of the living, even dance along the edges of sentient thought itself.
Zaxton's Quiet Concern
Far away, in a Stellar Bastion beneath a constellation of his own making, Zaxton felt the name stir something within him. Emperor Auren IX. An old friend. One of the few who stood beside him during the rise of the Don Empire—before the Fifth Realm swallowed him whole and impostors wore his face like a mask of lies.
And now, a boy with the same name. A flute that sings to the dead. A soul that commands spirit and form alike.
Zaxton said nothing. But he moved.
The Appointed Guardian: Master Veilos
Zaxton summoned Veilos, the Golden Mist Gas Giant—the one known for seeing across starveil barriers and discerning hidden truths in qi signatures. To him, Zaxton gave a simple order:
> "Watch the boy. Aid him only if the veil begins to tear. I want to see what he becomes... if he becomes something at all."
Veilos bowed. From that day on, Auren was unknowingly followed by a vast and silent presence, always just beyond his perception, but always watching.
And so, the path was set. A boy with a forgotten name. A flute tied to spirit and fate. And a silent star, watching from afar.
The Phantom Emperor
After glimpsing the boy who bore the name Auren, Zaxton's thoughts returned to a long-buried sorrow—the disappearance of Emperor Auren IX, a sovereign of the old Don Empire, and one of Zaxton's truest comrades in those ancient wars. Auren IX had not simply vanished; he had been erased—his name defiled, his legacy stolen, and whispers hinted that something far worse had befallen him in the depths of the Fifth Realm.
Zaxton could not allow this to go unresolved.
And so, beneath the veil of the stars, the Realm Master shed his radiant identity and cloaked himself in a Severance Veil, an ancient disguise technique he alone had mastered—one that could hide even from the sight of other False Stars. Thus cloaked, he slipped undetected into the Fifth Realm, moving among void-forged empires and celestial war camps as a shadow in silence.
The Blue Constellation Sect
His target: the Blue Constellation Sect, a vast and politically shielded empire of elite cultivators whose allegiance to the Stella Demon Front was ambiguous at best. Rumors tied them to the forged legacy of Auren IX—the false texts, the manipulated bloodlines, and the chilling echoes of a soul shattered and reformed.
Assuming the name Oron, Zaxton presented himself as a wandering cultivator from the outer void. With his skill and concealed aura, he rose swiftly through the ranks, becoming an inner disciple within mere months—a feat unheard of, but not impossible in a sect that prized power over origin.
No one suspected what he truly was. Not even the Elders.
One Year Later – The Breakthrough
As Zaxton silently gathered information on the sect's connection to the false Auren bloodline, he also cultivated fiercely, using the dense ambient pressure of the Fifth Realm to push himself past previous limits. His growing fury at the betrayal of his old friend fueled a cold, relentless focus.
And then—it happened.
In a storm of silent stars, buried deep within the Blue Constellation Sect's inner sanctum, Zaxton broke through the Lone Star Stage.
His body rippled, his soul flared, and his cultivation surged like a collapsing sun.
He had become something new—something theorized but never confirmed outside the highest texts of the Fourth Realm:
A Solar Sovereign.
A being whose cultivation and mass mirrored the gravitational well of a solar system, not merely a star.
His rings—the golden, blue, and crimson—compressed and expanded in synchronization, stabilizing his new state.
No explosion. No storm. Just a calm collapse of barriers. A whisper that echoed across spatial domains:
> He has begun his journey to become a system.
The True Plan Begins
Now embedded within the sect, Zaxton prepared to uncover the final truths:
– Who had stolen Auren IX's name?
– Was his soul shattered, or imprisoned?
– And most importantly… who orchestrated the memory-wipe from the Fourth Realm archives?
He would not stop until he unearthed it all. And when he did, the Blue Constellation Sect would learn the true price of forging ghosts from the past.
The Realm Master had returned.
Not with blinding might.
But with unyielding purpose.