The battlefield — once a realm of stars and soil, heaven and earth — had twisted into a cataclysmic wound splitting the dimensions. Jian's sword had clashed with the might of five celestial elders, tearing holes in the sky. Frostveil's soul-ice technique had frozen three dimensions of space. Yet, they stood bloodied, bruised, exhausted.
Jian fell to one knee, his blade buzzing violently, threatening to shatter in his grasp. Across the wreckage, the five celestial elders stood, though clearly strained — their immortal forms flickering with fractures of light and godblood seeping from their mouths.
And then the temperature dropped.
Not just the air — but the fabric of existence.
Frostveil hovered a few feet off the cracked ground. Her once-flowing hair now twisted upward like a wraith's fire. Her veins glowed with cerulean and silver. Her inner worlds had collapsed inward... only to ignite with a third inner core now opening like a lotus from her chest.
From within — it whispered.
From within — he watched.
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Dialogue & Revelation
> Frostveil (softly): "I hear you, father. I feel what you felt. The pain. The fire. The slaughter… The silence."
> Jian (wide-eyed): "Frostveil… your aura…"
> Elder Mianzhi: "That energy… It cannot be. It's the forbidden frequency… Destruction."
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The Spirit King's Gift
The voice of the Spirit King echoed within Frostveil's consciousness. He stood beside her in the Spirit Realm — an image, a soul fragment — whispering the last gift of his bloodline.
> Spirit King: "My daughter... I held it back for fear of what you'd become. But now, the gods have no right to live above mortals. Take it… Take Destruction. It is not a technique. It is a Truth. A concept older than Heaven."
And Frostveil screamed.
The celestial core merged with her soul.
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The Birth of Destruction
Her third dao formed: Destruction, a transcendent path that did not reshape — it erased.
Not just bodies.
Not just souls.
Not just realities.
But entire layers of being — causality, meaning, identity, quantum binding, time-anchoring, spiritual recursion.
The heavens themselves quaked.
Her hand stretched forward. A sphere of silent light pulsed outward.
The elders blinked.
Elder Xuejing's left arm dissolved.
No blood. No pain. It simply never existed.
> Elder Xuejing (horrified): "She erased... the essence of my arm… from before it was born."
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Frostveil's Monologue (Internal)
They burned our forests.
They drowned our children in divine light.
They shattered our names and stole the stars from our sky.
Now they'll taste oblivion.
I no longer freeze the soul.
I destroy it —
layer by layer —
Until the divine cries mortal.
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Jian's Perspective
Jian stared at her, awestruck and afraid.
She hovered — not flying, but unbound by the rules of movement. Her third inner world flickered like a dying god's heartbeat, and her presence was beginning to corrupt the terrain. Grass died. Qi bent. Lawlines cracked.
He realized the truth.
> "She's not becoming stronger. She's becoming something Heaven cannot define. A contradiction in the script of reality. A threat beyond annihilation."
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The Fight Resumes
Frostveil raised her hand. No sound. No flash. A wisp of her dao extended forward.
Elder Lingxi's halo split.
Elder Yunhao's leg shattered into particles.
> Elder Xianlu (gritting his teeth): "Target her. Kill her first."
The five elders surged together, crafting a Forbidden Unity Formation — merging Time, Fate, Fire, Void, Enlightenment, and Shadow into a divine spear aimed at her.
Frostveil did not dodge.
She stepped forward — and whispered.
> Frostveil: "Existence bends... Destruction reigns."
The spear exploded inches before her skin.
The shockwave killed 40 lesser celestial soldiers who stood miles away.
Her aura absorbed the impact — and her soul recoiled, bleeding. But the light in her eyes only deepened.
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The Cost
But Destruction is not kind.
Her soul began to tear. The concept of Destruction devours all — including the wielder. Her bones cracked under spiritual strain. Her thoughts flickered with ancestral voices. Jian rushed to her side, catching her as her form dimmed.
> Jian: "You're killing yourself!"
> Frostveil (through blood): "Then I'll die with purpose."
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Final Blow — And Retreat
Together, they unleashed their final blow.
Jian's sword dao — restored in full — cut through space with a divine arc.
Frostveil's Destruction dao — silent, invisible — ate through the outer shells of the elders' protection.
The two daos didn't fuse.
They layered — one slicing the body, the other removing its very reason for existing.
Elder Yunhao fell first — disintegrated.
Elder Mianzhi screamed as her soul burned backward through time.
Elder Xuejing vanished into a black silence.
Only Xianlu and Lingxi escaped — barely, both losing their third daos to Destruction's curse.
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Aftermath
The battlefield was gone.
Only a dead crater remained — and in the center, Jian cradled Frostveil as blood trickled from her lips.
She smiled faintly, hand trembling.
> Frostveil: "Was I… enough?"
> Jian (shaking): "More than gods."