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The skies burned crimson.Stars cracked apart, swallowed into nothingness. And at the center of it all stood a single man—Mo Reng, the Heavenbreaker.
His black robes fluttered in the storm of collapsing space. Blood dripped down his lip, but his gaze was sharp enough to cut through heaven itself. Behind him, countless corpses of divine beings floated in the void: gods, immortals, and emperors who had dared to block his path.
And yet, the enemies who stood before him now were not strangers.
"Mo Reng," a voice laced with mockery echoed through the abyss, "for all your defiance, for all your rebellion against the Heavens, you never saw the knife held closest."
A figure stepped forward. Tall, refined, his aura like a towering mountain. His own sworn brother, Jian Yue—the one who once walked beside him across realms, who laughed and bled with him through countless wars.
Beside Jian Yue stood Ling Xi, the woman Mo Reng had once held in his arms, whose promises of eternity still echoed in his shattered soul. Her delicate fingers now held a divine blade pointed directly at his heart.
Mo Reng's laughter was hoarse, but it thundered like rolling storms. "So… it was you." His eyes swept over them both, unyielding even as his chest heaved. "The brother I raised from the gutter. The woman I sheltered from the heavens themselves. Was all of it… lies?"
Jian Yue's lips curved. "You should have known. A man who dares to sever fate, to spit upon Heaven's will, cannot be allowed to exist. You called yourself Heavenbreaker—but you forgot that even the void devours its own."
Ling Xi's gaze flickered, but her grip did not falter. "Your path was madness, Mo Reng. To tear apart Heaven's decrees, to chase immortality at any cost… I could no longer follow you."
"Follow me?" Mo Reng spat, blood splattering the void. "No, Ling Xi. You never followed—you only waited for the moment I stumbled."
The heavens themselves trembled as he raised his arm. A blade of void-forged energy, torn from the marrow of the cosmos, manifested in his grip. His presence surged like a tidal wave, crushing the void around them.
"I will not kneel." His voice carried the weight of a thousand battles. "If Heaven itself must break… then I, Mo Reng, will break it."
But even as he roared, power surged from behind. Dozens of sect elders emerged, shadows draped in divine light. The very sect he had built with his own blood—the Heaven's Gate Sect—now stood aligned against him.
Jian Yue's smirk widened. "This was always your fate. Did you think strength alone could sever destiny?"
Mo Reng swung his void blade. Space screamed, collapsing in torrents of nothingness. [Void Severing Slash]. Entire constellations split apart. Several elders screamed as their bodies disintegrated.
But betrayal is a wound no technique can defend against.
Ling Xi's blade pierced his back, shattering ribs, tearing through his soul sea. Jian Yue struck from the front with [Heaven-Shattering Palm], an ancestral technique Mo Reng himself had once passed down.
Cracks spiderwebbed across his body. His soul screamed in protest as the void itself rejected his existence.
Even so, he did not fall.
Bloodied, broken, but unbowed, Mo Reng let out a guttural laugh. "Heaven's dogs… Sect traitors… you believe this is the end?" His body ignited with abyssal light, his blood merging with the void. "Then watch closely. For even shattered, the void does not forget!"
The explosion tore across realms. Light and darkness fused, swallowing gods, traitors, and Mo Reng himself into endless oblivion.
And thus ended the Heavenbreaker.
…Or so the world believed.
Pain.That was the first thing Mo Reng felt. Not the noble agony of battle, nor the burning of void essence tearing through his body. This pain was… pathetic. Small. Like a mortal's bruises and cuts.
He gasped awake to the stench of rot and damp soil. His vision swam. Instead of the boundless void, he saw a thatched roof barely holding together. Instead of divine essence, he felt a crippled, fragile shell of flesh.
His chest heaved, each breath shallow and weak. He tried to circulate energy—only to choke as he discovered the truth.
His spiritual root… shattered. His veins, cracked and broken. His dantian, a hollow cavity leaking what little qi it could muster.
Memories crashed into him—memories not of the Heavenbreaker, but of this body's pitiful former owner. Mo Reng… no, this boy's name was also Mo Reng, but in mockery. A bastard child of a fallen branch family, ridiculed for being born with a crippled root.
A bitter smile curved his lips. "Heaven's irony…" he rasped. "From Void Sovereign… to trash."
A knock thundered on the door, followed by jeering laughter.
"Mo Reng! Trash! Are you still alive in there?" Several voices echoed. The door was kicked open, and three figures stepped in—clan youths, their eyes filled with scorn.
The tallest spat on the ground. "The cripple dares to keep living while taking food from the clan. Shouldn't you just roll over and die already?"
Mo Reng's gaze lifted. Those eyes—cold, sharp, infinite—did not belong to a cripple. For a moment, the youths froze, as though staring into an abyss that threatened to swallow their souls.
But then they laughed, mistaking it for weakness. The tallest youth raised his fist. "What's with that look? Want me to fix your face?"
The punch fell—
And stopped an inch from Mo Reng's cheek. The boy's wrist trembled, as though gripped by invisible chains.
Mo Reng's voice was hoarse, yet carried the weight of worlds. "Kneel."
The youth collapsed, screaming as his knee shattered against the floor. The others staggered back, horror flashing in their eyes.
Mo Reng slowly rose from the mat, his body weak, yet his presence filling the tiny hut like a storm waiting to break.
"You think me crippled?" His voice was a whisper of thunder. "No. This… is only the beginning."
Outside, the wind howled, as if answering a call long forgotten.
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