The Awakening of Yunxihua
Yunxihua's consciousness finally settled.
Not fully returning to her body.
Nor separating.
But merging at two points at once.
She slowly sat up.
There was no pain.
No injury.
Yet there was an unfamiliar weight within her soul.
She closed her eyes—and the world split apart.
With her main body, she sat within the territory of the Lei Clan.
The ground felt real. The air flowed.
Time moved normally.
Yet with the same consciousness, she also stood elsewhere.
A place without sky.
Without earth.
Without Dao.
There, a red-haired man stood with his eyes closed.
His body emitted nothing, yet his very existence made the void stable.
Yunxihua drew a long breath.
Both bodies inhaled at the same time.
Her heart beat—
once…
then once again.
Not an echo.
Not a reflection.
Two centers of life, one origin soul.
Confusion finally surfaced in full.
This is not an illusion.
I am not dead.
And I am not possessed.
She tried to push that second consciousness away.
She could not.
She tried to pull it closer.
There was no need.
Because from the very beginning, the two had already existed at a single center.
Slowly, understanding arose—not as memory, but as existential awareness:
This body still walks beneath the laws of the world
That body stands beneath Dao, yet is not bound by it
And she herself is the bridge.
The God-Slaying Dragon symbol on her chest pulsed faintly.
It did not glow. It did not activate.
Like a sign that she no longer needed to prove anything.
Yunxihua opened her eyes.
The sky above the Lei Clan was calm.
Too calm.
She tried to sense the Dao of Lightning—a long-held reflex that had always been there.
There was no response.
Not because she had lost the ability.
But because that Dao no longer regarded her as part of its system.
Strangely, Yunxihua did not panic.
She simply… understood.
"I… have awakened," she said softly.
That voice did not call upon the heavens.
It did not shake the earth.
Yet at that very moment, the red-haired man opened his eyes as well.
Their gazes met—
not physically,
but at the deepest layer of the soul.
There was no dialogue.
No pact.
Only silent acknowledgment.
I am you.
And you are the path yet unnamed.
Yunxihua stood up.
When her feet touched the ground, the world did not react.
And that—
was what marked her awakening.
Because ordinary cultivators shake the world.
Gods force the world to submit.
But Yunxihua…
no longer required the world's recognition.
She stepped forward.
Two bodies moved.
One visible.
One unseen.
And from that moment on, Yunxihua no longer walked toward the peak of cultivation—
but toward something that even Dao was not yet ready to name.
Ten Years of Silence
Ten years passed like a passing breath.
The world… recovered.
Collapsed mountains rose again.
Rampaging seas returned to calm.
The laws of Dao stabilized once more—as if the former chaos had only been a nightmare too deep to forget.
Yunxihua's Devouring Star Alliance flourished rapidly.
Not through oppression,
but through balance.
The world now recognized only seven ancient clans.
The name of the Lei Clan
was no longer recorded in history,
no longer spoken in prayers,
not even remembered in karma.
They had been completely erased.
Yet one shadow never moved.
The Soul Purification Sect.
For ten years, they sealed their gates entirely.
They sent out no disciples.
They traded with no one.
They allied with no one.
The world did not know what they were doing.
And precisely because of that— they were feared.
Mount Qingshui – Beside Xuliang City
Beside Xuliang City stood Mount Qingshui.
Not majestic.
Not famous.
Yet that was where Yunxihua resided.
For a full ten years, she did not descend the mountain.
Her main body sat cross-legged at the summit, breath steady, aura like that of an ordinary person.
Yet in another dimension—
Yunxihua's ancient god body trained without rest.
There was no day.
No night.
No time.
Strike after strike was unleashed into the void.
Every movement was not a technique, but the refinement of existence itself.
No Dao was invoked.
No laws were exploited.
Only the pure ancient god body— Wang Lin's Dao-less legacy.
Their consciousnesses were linked.
When the ancient god body moved, Yunxihua's soul trembled with it.
When Yunxihua meditated, the ancient god body sharpened itself.
Yet they did not merge.
Two existences.
One goal.
Throughout those ten years, the silent affection of the ancient god body remained— calm, buried, never overflowing.
Yunxihua did not reject it.
But she kept it hidden.
Because now…
she possessed a purpose greater than herself.
Yunxihua's Goal
When Yunxihua opened her eyes in the tenth year—
the sky above Mount Qingshui did not react.
That was a clear sign: she had already stepped beyond the surveillance of ordinary Dao.
Her purpose was now clear and cold: to reconcile the world.
Yet she knew—
peace would never come as long as the Soul Purification Sect still existed.
That sect was no ordinary sect.
They were an ancient sect that had survived the age of world destruction.
Their roots ran deeper than the seven ancient clans.
Their foundation was fused with the soul of the world itself.
Even if: the seven ancient clans united and the Devouring Star Alliance mobilized all its strength,
the result would remain the same: it would be impossible to destroy the Soul Purification Sect head-on.
Yunxihua knew this.
And precisely because of that— she had no intention of attacking them directly.
She stood up.
Mount Qingshui remained silent.
Yet deep within her soul, the ancient god body opened its eyes.
For the first time in ten years— Yunxihua spoke to it.
Not with sound.
But with pure intent.
I will destroy them.
Not with power.
But with foundations.
The ancient god body smiled faintly.
Not a smile of joy.
But the smile of someone who finally knew—
the time was nearly at hand.
In the distance, the Soul Purification Sect remained tightly sealed.
Yet they did not know one thing: the world they sought to control had already given birth to something they were not prepared to face.
And Yunxihua…
had finally begun to step out of silence.