"Kill him."
The command echoed across heaven and earth.
Instantly—
Thousands of celestial warriors moved.
Golden light flooded the sky.
Spears descended.
Blades fell.
Ancient techniques capable of destroying kingdoms rained toward Blackstone City.
The world itself seemed to collapse beneath the assault.
And all of it—
Focused on one target.
Lin Feng.
The giant guardian roared.
"PROTECT THE HEIR!"
Its spear swept across the heavens.
BOOOOOOM!
Hundreds of celestial attacks shattered.
But hundreds more followed.
The ancient rider raised his weathered sword.
"FOR THE THRONE!"
The army answered.
"FOR THE THRONE!"
Thousands of ancient warriors surged upward.
The sky became a battlefield.
Golden blood rained from the heavens.
Ancient soldiers fell.
Celestial warriors shattered.
Reality cracked beneath their collisions.
Yet despite the chaos—
Lin Feng only heard one thing.
"Sit."
The calm voice echoed again.
The throne behind him pulsed gently.
Waiting.
Patient.
As if it had already waited long enough.
Lin Feng turned.
For the first time—
He truly looked at it.
The Throne.
Countless stars rotated around its frame.
Ancient runes glowed across its surface.
Entire constellations appeared and disappeared within its golden light.
And somehow—
It felt lonely.
A ridiculous thought.
But real.
Like an old friend waiting for someone who never returned.
The crown on his head glowed softly.
Then—
Another memory surfaced.
A massive hall.
Endless pillars reaching beyond sight.
Thousands of powerful figures kneeling.
A throne standing at the center.
Occupied.
By him.
Or someone who carried his face.
The memory vanished immediately.
But its emotions remained.
Responsibility.
Loss.
Determination.
Lin Feng clenched his fists.
"What exactly happens if I sit?"
The calm voice answered immediately.
"The truth."
Not helpful.
Again.
Above him—
The Celestial Watchers grew desperate.
Their leader descended further from the broken heavens.
Each step distorted reality.
His power eclipsed everything else on the battlefield.
The giant guardian looked upward.
For the first time—
Concern appeared in its burning eyes.
"The Warden."
The name spread across the battlefield.
The black-robed elder's face went pale.
"Their leader."
The crimson-robed man's smile disappeared.
Completely.
"Why would he come personally?"
The silver-robed woman answered quietly.
"Because he's afraid."
Silence followed.
Because if a being like that felt fear—
The implications were terrifying.
The Warden pointed his spear toward Lin Feng.
"You cannot return."
His voice shook the world.
"You were erased."
The throne behind Lin Feng pulsed once.
The Warden's expression darkened.
"You were forgotten."
Another pulse.
Stronger.
The crown brightened.
The mark on Lin Feng's chest burned.
Then—
Something unexpected happened.
The ancient rider laughed.
Not nervously.
Not recklessly.
Triumphantly.
"The fool still doesn't understand."
The Warden's gaze snapped toward him.
The rider pointed toward Lin Feng.
"No one erased him."
A pause.
"He chose to leave."
The battlefield froze.
The Warden's expression changed.
Just slightly.
Enough.
Because silence could be more revealing than words.
Lin Feng noticed.
And so did everyone else.
The rider smiled.
"Twelve thousand years."
His voice carried across the battlefield.
"Twelve thousand years of lies."
The heavens trembled.
The celestial warriors became agitated.
The Warden stepped forward.
"Silence."
The command struck like thunder.
The rider coughed blood.
Yet he continued laughing.
Because he had already said enough.
Lin Feng looked toward the throne.
Then toward the heavens.
Then toward the countless warriors dying above him.
All because of him.
All because of a past he couldn't remember.
A choice he didn't understand.
And suddenly—
He felt tired.
Tired of secrets.
Tired of prophecies.
Tired of people deciding things for him.
The throne waited.
The heavens threatened.
Everyone expected him to choose.
So he did.
Lin Feng turned.
And sat down.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
The moment he touched the throne—
Everything stopped.
The war.
The sky.
The falling debris.
The collapsing city.
Even time itself froze.
The Celestial Watchers stopped mid-attack.
The guardian froze.
The ancient army froze.
The Warden froze.
Only Lin Feng remained moving.
And before him—
A figure appeared.
The same golden figure.
The one from the memories.
The one who once carried his name.
The figure smiled.
This time—
Clearly.
Proudly.
"You finally made it."
Lin Feng stared.
Then asked the question he had wanted answered from the beginning.
"Who are you?"
The golden figure looked at him for a long moment.
Then answered.
"I am what you were."
A pause.
"And what you may become again."
Lin Feng's heart trembled.
Because somehow—
He already knew the answer.
Even before the figure spoke the name.
The forgotten name.
The true name.
The name that had once ruled countless worlds.
Cliffhanger
The golden figure stepped aside.
Revealing a gigantic mirror behind him.
And inside the reflection—
Lin Feng saw himself.
Not as he was now.
But as the First Heir.
Crowned.
Armored.
Standing atop a mountain of shattered celestial weapons.
His eyes burned with stars.
And behind him—
An entire universe knelt.