"You think yourself divine, simply because Heaven granted you fate?I was born with none.And that is exactly why I shall end you."
Southern exit – Ninefold Mystical Archive.
Barely an hour after Lâm Mạc emerged from the passage of inheritance, the heavens trembled.
A crushing force descended from the upper skies—cold, absolute, and ancient—bearing the unmistakable presence of the Ancient Divine Temple.
In a flash, three figures clad in black armor tore through the void, descending like thunder.No sect insignia. No revealed cultivation base.Only silence, and death.
Upon their breastplates—a swirling sigil of Heart Cleansing.The mark of the Divine Guards of Execution.
"Target confirmed: Lâm Mạc.""Hollow Fate bearer—must be terminated before activating the second stage.""Permission granted: full power, no remnants allowed."
No declarations. No warnings.
The three struck instantly.
One unleashed a Soul-Sealing Palm, locking the entire sea of soul in an instant.
Another conjured the forbidden Spirit-Shattering Shade, a soul-splitting strike that could annihilate cultivators below Nascent Embryo.
The last became a meteor of silver, sword drawn—slashing straight for Lâm Mạc's brow, aiming to crush his divine sense and seize the Hollow Fate.
BOOM—!!
The ground beneath them shattered into dust.
Lâm Mạc neither dodged, nor flinched, nor stepped back.
For he had no Spiritual Energy to defend himself.No treasure. No protective barrier. No spiritual root.
And yet—
At the very moment the three killing intents touched him—
—all three halted.
Their bodies trembled, as if repelled by a force not of this world.Their gazes shook with disbelief.
"He… has no fate root?""No living aura? No spiritual signature?""What is this thing… he's not even a cultivator!!"
—
Lâm Mạc raised his head, gaze calm.
"I cultivate nothing. I belong to no Dao.""And so—no law of yours can bind me."
At that moment, from the center of his palm, a spiral of ashen light began to twist——and all surrounding energies fractured.
The Soul-Sealing Palm vanished.The Spirit-Shattering Shade disintegrated.The silver sword exploded into dust.
One of the Divine Guards shouted in terror:
"That's… Self-Annihilating Dao!!He's using himself as a fate pillar, forging a path that defies cultivation!"
Before he could finish, a cyclone of ash consumed him—his body twisted like thread, dissolved into fine gray dust, floating silently in the void.
The second guard activated his Heart Cleansing Seal—a divine talisman that summoned reinforcements from the Temple's upper echelons.
But—
Lâm Mạc looked directly at it.
Just one glance——and the talisman turned to ash.
"From this moment forward… none but I shall decide whether I live or die."
The last guard panicked, attempting to flee through a spatial tear.
But Lâm Mạc simply spoke:
"You live by the will of Heaven…I live to slay those like you."
One word echoed in the Divine Guard's soul:
"Kill."
No spell.No technique.No need for a single strike.
The guard fell from the sky like a soulless husk—his flesh untouched, but his soul shattered into oblivion.
Lâm Mạc did not blink.Did not rejoice.Did not mourn.
He simply turned and walked forward—upon the path of ash.
"I do not seek blessings from the great Dao.Nor protection from any sect or heaven."
"I ask only this—whoever raises a blade against me… shall die.Even if that blade is Heaven itself."