Zeravon's breath caught in his throat.
The vision still echoed inside him — the golden ring, the sleeping figure, the voice that was undeniably his own.
> *"Don't open this. No matter what happens… not this one."*
He looked down at his chest. His heart pounded with a rhythm that didn't feel like his own. Like it belonged to something… else.
His fingers gripped the fabric of his robe tightly.
> *Why would I seal something inside myself… and then forget?*
He didn't know.
But deep down, a cold understanding flickered:
**That final seal wasn't for protection.**
It was a **warning**. Not to the world — but to himself.
And now… it was beginning to move.
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**At the same moment – Deep in the Forgotten Void**
Within a timeless rift untouched by heaven or hell, a pair of ancient eyes slowly opened.
**The Eyes of Balance.**
This entity — once a guardian of order between mortal and divine — had long gone into hibernation when the threat of collapse ended.
But tonight, it stirred.
> *"The final seal is pulsing… Impossible."*
> *"He should've been buried deeper than fate itself."*
It turned toward the mortal realm, its voice shaking worlds with thought alone.
> "Zeravon… you were never meant to wake."
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**Cloud Vein Pavilion – Next Morning**
The disciples gathered again for routine training. But the air was heavier today.
Whispers had turned into rumors.
> "I heard the elders are watching him now."
> "What if he's a demon in disguise?"
> "He never eats. He never sleeps."
> "He doesn't even blink sometimes."
Zeravon ignored it all.
He sat cross-legged on the meditation stone — not because he was told to, but because the silence calmed the pressure inside him.
Yet today… the silence wasn't calm.
It was sharp.
> *"You sealed yourself."*
> *"Not for power. For control."*
A voice echoed again in his thoughts — more real this time. Like it was speaking from behind the seal itself.
> *"If you break this, everything unravels."*
His body trembled slightly. A first. A hint of **resonance** — not spiritual, not divine, but *existential*.
Instructor Wei noticed and narrowed his eyes.
Elder Lin, hidden behind an illusion, watched from the shadowed tower balcony above.
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Later, Elder Lin walked through a hidden archive deep within the sect's mountain.
He had opened **forbidden scrolls** now — ones even sect leaders were forbidden to read.
There, buried in dry ink and shattered seals, he read:
> *"There exists one who is not bound by cultivation… but by existence itself. Should he awaken the final seal, the laws of Dao, Karma, Time, and Heaven will collapse into one truth —* **His Will**."\*
Elder Lin stumbled back. "It can't be…"
But the name scratched onto the scroll, though faded, pulsed once — as if mocking time:
**Zeravon.**
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**That Night – Zeravon's Quarters**
He couldn't meditate anymore.
Every time he closed his eyes, the golden ring returned.
And each time, the sleeping figure inside stirred slightly more.
Tonight was worse.
Zeravon broke into sweat. His fingers dug into the stone floor.
The hum inside his chest had become a **beat**. Rhythmic. Deep. Cosmic.
> *"I need to know what I sealed away…"*
> *"But I can't remember."*
He stood up and walked out into the night, toward the cliff behind the sect — where no one ever went. It overlooked the void between the mountains, a bottomless chasm known as the **Silent Drop**.
There, he looked up again. The stars watched silently, as if holding their breath.
Zeravon lifted his hand.
And for the first time, **the space around his palm cracked**.
Not Qi.
Not power.
Just **presence** — raw, overwhelming presence.
The sky above **twitched**.
Somewhere far beyond, a Supreme Star shattered.
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**Beyond All Realms — Council of Bound Realities**
Nine eternal entities floated around an ancient orb that monitored sealed anomalies.
Suddenly, it cracked.
One voice screamed:
> "The Seal of Zeravon… has stirred!"
Another roared:
> "Send the Guardians! Do not let him remember!"
But the oldest among them whispered in dread:
> "Too late. The seal is not breaking…
> It's **waking**."
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**Back at the cliff — Zeravon blinked.**
The crack in space vanished.
He fell to his knees, gasping. That brief contact had drained him completely — not physically, but existentially.
> *"That… wasn't me."*
He looked at his own hand again, eyes wide.
> *"Then who… or what… was I?"*
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**Chapter 6 — End**
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Chapter ke end mein Zeravon apne haath uthata hai… aur **space crack kar jaata hai.**
Zeravon khud shocked hai: *"That wasn't me… then who was I?"*
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