Part Two
The suspended lightning flickered faintly above him.
Searching for viable host.
Cold pressure spread across his skin. Not physical—deeper. Like something was reading him.
Scanning.
Measuring.
Host located.
His throat went dry.
"I didn't agree to anything."
Compatibility rate: 0.012%.
A brief pause.
Classification: Spiritual Trash.
He stared at the empty air.
"I'm sorry. Spiritual what?"
No answer to that.
Instead—
Bloodline analysis in progress…
The pressure intensified.
His vision blurred.
Suddenly—
He wasn't on the rooftop anymore.
He stood in endless darkness filled with distant stars.
Massive stone platforms floated in the void. Rivers of light connected them like veins across a cosmic body.
Armored figures hovered in the distance, their presence heavy enough to bend space.
At the center of it all—
A throne.
It wasn't made of gold or jewels.
It was made of fractured reality itself, shards of space folding inward, rotating around a singular point.
And before that throne—
Stood a man.
Alone.
Tall.
Unbowed.
Lightning arced behind him like wings made of pure energy.
The man turned.
Wen De's breath caught.
Same face.
Same eyes.
Same scar above the brow from when he fell off a bike at thirteen.
Only older.
Colder.
Stronger.
The kind of strong that made the universe feel small.
"No," Wen De whispered. "That's not me."
Bloodline confirmed.
Forbidden Origin Line.
Status: Erased.
Pain exploded in his chest.
He dropped to his knees on the rooftop.
The suspended raindrops trembled violently.
"Stop—"
Earth Realm status: Disconnected.
Spiritual network severed for 3,172 years.
His thoughts stumbled.
Three thousand years?
Restoration protocol available.
Warning: Activation will alert higher authorities.
He pressed his hand against the concrete.
"Higher authorities?"
The voice did not elaborate.
Instead—
Initiating partial restoration.
The world snapped back into motion.