"A realm…"
Lao Wen's voice cracked into a whisper.
"What kind of realm is this?"
No aura exploded.No ground shattered.And yet the valley felt as if it had shifted—As though the entire world had stepped half an inch deeper… into itself.
San Lie stood amidst the fine mist descending from a clear sky.His hands trembled—not from fear, but because his body didn't know how to respondto something that didn't attack.
"I…" he paused.
"I don't want to strike anything."
His gaze turned inward.
For the first time, he saw emptiness—and didn't try to fill it.
Yuanqi echoed.Not like a river, but like resonance in a newly cleansed inner cave.
San Lie—the boy who once tried to force Qi
had entered the realm of Ganjing.
Lao Wen felt the air touch his skinas if for the first time in his life.
"Why do I feel… light?"
He looked at his hands.
No glow. No spark.
Yet old anger, old guilt clinging to him for decades—evaporated like morning mist.
"A realm… isn't power," he murmured.
"A realm is when the weight falls,and we no longer try to lift it."
And Ganjing welcomed him without a sound.
Li Rou said nothing.
But from the corner of her eye, a single tear fell.
She smiled—not from joy,but because, for once,the world asked nothing of her.
Her mind wasn't empty.But it no longer questioned.
A quiet voice within her said:
"I don't need to explain anything."
Yuanqi moved gently,like petals blooming because of a sun that never tried to make them bloom.
Li Rou—silently—had entered Ganjing.
Lu Wen stared at the stone he sat upon.
"This… is still a rock.But now I don't care whether it's important.I'm just sitting."
Within him, something was being cleansed—
the urge to prove, to repay, to be recognized.
All that remained was a childwho could simply sit and witness.
Ganjing is not a miracle.Ganjing is the moment we see,and stop asking for meaning.
And Yuanqi, for the first time, settled inside Lu Wen's body.
Heng Zhen stood atop a stone,his eyes sweeping over his four disciples.
He said nothing.
He gave no name to what had happened.
Because a realm is not something to be proclaimed.A realm is what the world drops into your hands—when you no longer ask to ascend.
The sky remained blue.
But for the first time,that sky did not resist.
And Chaosqi…
sat quietly in the distance, watching.
Not as an enemy.
But perhaps…as a sibling who has yet to recognize itself.