Above the Skyrect Mountains high,
Where winds could whisper stars goodbye,
A temple rose from clouds like stone,
Where time was shattered, fate unknown.
This was the gate—the final door,
The Third Trial's soul, the last war floor.
Carved from gold and blood of kings,
It thrummed with ancient, cursed things.
Lin Xun stood, his breath controlled,
With scars still fresh and gaze ice-cold.
Xu Qingxue turned, her eyes unread,
And pointed forth to the land of dread.
> "Three stand before you now," she said,
"One path to rise, two paths to dread."
"This trial tests not strength or blade,
But whether soul and self have stayed."
A gust of wind, like screams of flame,
Unveiled the gate etched with his name.
> "LIN XUN," it roared, in thunder's voice,
"Enter the tomb. Make your choice."
—
Inside the tomb, the world turned black,
No sky above, no way back.
Just floating blades on pillars tall,
And echoes loud from warrior's fall.
Each sword hummed with a soul once lost—
Each tale engraved, each death the cost.
A voice then whispered from the wall,
> "To climb the tomb, you must face all."
A spirit surged from stone so vast,
Wielding a spear like comet's blast.
Its face was pale, its hair like chains,
Its footsteps rang like ghostly trains.
> "I am Saint Jue, sky's final flame.
You seek ascent? Then prove your name!"
Lin Xun drew breath, then drew his blade,
A crimson saber, lightning-made.
The ground beneath him split in three,
As battle roared like storm-torn sea.
They clashed through halls where stars had wept,
Where time forgot the oaths it kept.
Saint Jue's strikes cracked the world around,
While Lin Xun danced without a sound.
Parry—strike—twist—defend!
Each move a tale that would not end.
Sparks flew bright, steel met its kin,
And still, he bore the fire within.
But the spirit smirked with war-born grin,
> "You think you fight to merely win?"
"Then hear me now, O child of wrath,
And walk the bloodlit hero's path!"
Saint Jue struck, and Lin Xun reeled,
His arms grew numb, his wounds unsealed.
But in that pain, a truth was lit—
A legacy he must not quit.
—
FLASHBACK
A meadow warm, a fire high,
A father's laugh beneath spring sky.
A boy who reached with arms so wide,
And flames that danced with joyous pride.
But then the skies turned dark and red,
And screams replaced what once was said.
The boy stood lost as fire fell—
A broken clan, a shattered shell.
—
Lin Xun roared, the vision torn,
His power surged, a king reborn.
His saber burned with deeper light—
A will that cleaved the edge of night.
He leapt, he flew, he carved the sky,
A phoenix born to never die.
His blade struck true through Saint Jue's chest,
And silence fell like solemn rest.
The ghost knelt down, his spear now dust,
And bowed to Lin Xun in deep trust.
> "You pass, flame heir… go seize your fate.
The Sky Tomb opens Heaven's gate."
The chamber shook, the blades all bowed,
And light returned through silver cloud.
A stairway rose of rune and stone,
That reached the skies from world alone.
—
Back outside, elders held their breath,
For few had lived through Third Trial's death.
But there he stood, with robes aflame,
With blood and steel and rising name.
Elder Wu clenched his wrinkled fist.
> "He lives… then Heaven must exist!"
But Lady Zhen gave softer smile.
> "Let stars align for him awhile."
Lord Han now rose with stormy eyes,
And turned to face the eastern skies.
> "Send word to sects both far and wide—
The Skyrect Sect has none to hide."
"He shall attend the Celestial Meet—
And at that meet, his fate we greet."
—
Elsewhere, beneath the Moonveil Sea,
A girl of frost and destiny
Stood gazing through her mystic scroll—
And felt a tremor in her soul.
> "Lin Xun… you've reached the gate of stars.
But Heaven's peace is filled with scars."
Her sect—The Nine Heavens Court of Jade—
Now watched her path through future's blade.
A storm would come. A war would rise.
And love would burn beneath the skies.
—
Lin Xun stood atop the stair,
His soul was bright, his chest laid bare.
Three trials passed, one path begun,
But trials beyond were not yet done.
Behind him, Qingxue gave a nod,
And stepped beside him on the sod.
> "You've reached the peak, but not the end—
Now Heaven's flam
es you must transcend."
And so began the skyward climb—
A tale of blood, of war, of time.
From lost to found, from flame to throne,
The buried genius stands alone.
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