Chapter 4: Heaven-Breaking Sword, God-Shattering Will
Volume 2: New beginnings
The world was silent. But not peaceful.
Ash and divine dust fell like snow from the sky, covering what remained of the three nations—now nothing more than a jagged floating landmass suspended over a void that once held oceans, rivers, and life.
In the distance, the very laws of physics were unraveling. Gravity didn't pull. Time didn't flow. Light spun in spirals before flickering out.
Jian stared out at the fractured horizon. His blade was sheathed but sang violently. A vibration of mourning. A call to war.
Frostveil stood beside him, her hands clenched. Her entire body pulsed with deep, cold fury. "He didn't just kill a person," she whispered. "He killed everything connected to her."
Jian nodded slowly. "That's the Gravity Dao… unbound. It collapses not only space—but consequence."
In the silence, a wind rose—not of air, but of power. A pulse. An arrival.
Tian Shen stood on the edge of the ruined sky, hovering above the void, his cloak fluttering in a vacuum. His eyes burned golden, and above his head, a solar halo of gravity-locked stars spun silently.
"You were always going to come," he said to the both of them.
Jian stepped forward. "And you were always going to fall."
Tian Shen laughed, and the sound distorted space itself. "I carry the weight of the first star and the scream of the last soul. I am not bound to fall."
His hand rose. The sky bent inward like cloth wrapped around an invisible fist.
Frostveil launched first. Her power surged—not cold, but obliteration. The Spirit King's core within her flared to life, wrapping her in spectral destruction energy. Her Soul Dao was visible—strings of translucent fate whipping through the air.
She vanished. Reappeared behind Tian Shen.
He moved only slightly—but it shook the atmosphere. A finger twitched, and Frostveil was slammed to the ground by gravitational layering that folded space-time ten times over.
Jian moved next.
He didn't teleport. He walked. Every step split space beneath him.
His sword left its sheath in perfect silence.
Then the void screamed.
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Heaven-Breaking Slash: First Principle — Severance of Foundation
Jian's attack wasn't aimed at Tian Shen's body—it aimed at the root concept of his existence. The Dao root. The law that allowed him to persist.
Tian Shen's pupils dilated as the edge of the sword glimmered through multiple layers of dimension.
He countered, not with brute force, but God-Tier Domain Collapse.
A planet-sized field of pressure compressed the region.
The heavens dimmed. Celestial blood ran down the folds of reality.
Frostveil emerged, using the destruction within her to snap through the gravity bands and unleash her own Dao.
Soul Destruction Path: Symphony of Annihilation
Each note in her spell was a frequency tuned to Tian Shen's divine essence. It struck not his body, but the very symphony of his being.
Tian Shen reeled.
But he laughed.
"You learned how to kill a god," he said, "but not how to end one."
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The Battle Broke Realms
Time: non-linear. Space: untethered. The fight unfolded in flashes.
Jian clashing blades in a corridor of frozen seconds.
Tian Shen condensing singularities the size of planets, tossing them like daggers.
Frostveil becoming a specter of destruction, slashing through Tian Shen's worship constructs—illusions of belief given form.
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Tian Shen's True Gravity Form emerged.
His body grew to the size of a mountain, but compacted within itself. A contradiction of space. Each motion compressed laws. Each breath was a statement of divinity.
He reached forward—Gravity Grasp of the Lost Realm—a move that dragged entire timelines into his hand.
Jian met the grasp with a technique he had vowed never to use:
Final Sword Law: Rebirth through Severance
He allowed his own life force to be consumed, converting every heartbeat into a blade swing that multiplied across reality.
He cut through time. Through pain. Through the will of the gods.
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Tian Shen faltered.
His eye burst. His ribs shattered.
But he laughed, blood trailing from his lips.
"You're still mortal," he said, "And I am the legacy of Heaven."
Jian stood tall, body broken, but his sword pointed forward.
"No. You are its mistake."
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Frostveil joined his side, her power swelling, her father's spirit flickering behind her as a phantom.
Together, they rose.
Together, they cut.
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The heavens cracked.
The divine halo above Tian Shen shattered into a rain of stars.
His body fell—not down, but inward. Collapsing under his own weight, devoured by the gravity he once commanded.
His final words were drowned in the scream of a dying god.
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Silence returned.
The continent was gone.
The stars had dimmed.
But the god was dead.
Jian collapsed to one knee.
Frostveil dropped beside him, gripping his hand.
All around them, nothing stirred.
They had won… but the cost?
Too high.
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But then—
From beyond the remnants of Heaven—
A voice.
Calm.
Ancient.
Cruel.
"You killed a god," it said.
"You think the gods didn't prepare for this?"
In the void above… eyes opened.
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To be continued.