"If I cannot touch the origin of existence, then I will simply become it." – Mo Tianheng
The Divine Sky was dyed red.
No blood had yet spilled, and no army dared march—but the entire realm held its breath. Somewhere far, beyond the perception of even Heaven's messengers, something stepped into the world. Not quietly. Not violently. Simply… absolutely.
A ripple of void distorted one of the inner divine realms.
Black lotuses bloomed across the edge of a floating continent as a single step shattered the natural order. Law lines bent to accommodate it, and fate threads tried to escape—before turning to dust.
The Taboo had arrived.
Within the sacred dominion of the Ice Immortal Palace, the Ice Phoenix flame slightly dimmed. Jun Moyou—currently seated in deep meditation surrounded by petals of celestial ice and nine immortal-grade cultivation cauldrons—opened her eyes.
"This presence… terrifying… yet silent. Not fate's enemy. Something worse—its contradiction."
Her soul stirred, the Ice Empress Fragment hidden in the deepest sea of consciousness whispering in ancient tongue:
「He has arrived. The one who judges Heaven, not defies it.」
Jun Moyou's breath froze, literally. Her entire cultivation trembled in resistance… no, not resistance—recognition.
Far Away — Celestial Abyss Pavilion
A crowd of monarchs, sages, and Grand Dao Lords knelt unconsciously on one knee. None understood why. Their souls did it first, and their bodies merely followed. A single phrase echoed in their shared spirit sea.
"Let the world remember: I do not knock. I do not ask. I do not wait."
And then they saw him.
Mo Tianheng—crowned in void, robed in entropy, radiating no Qi yet erasing all Qi around him—walked across the sky.
No flying treasure. No law riding. His steps were pure assertion.
Each movement rewrote the local Dao; swords rusted, talismans failed, and laws paused as if confused.
And then he spoke—not to them, not to anyone—but to her.
"Jun Moyou."
"Incarnation of the Ice Empress."
"I have come for you."
Somewhere in the Void Domain — Watching Eyes
Immortal observers, heavenly oracles, and ancestral spirits all gazed at this scene, one by one gasping.
"He dares… declare courtship to a half-revived Empress?!"
"Does he not fear Heaven's punishment?"
"He is the punishment."
Back at the Ice Palace
Jun Moyou stood atop a crystalline staircase of divine frost, her expression calm yet unreadable. The icy moon behind her gleamed across her white-azure robes, hair fluttering gently despite the lack of wind.
She looked down… and saw him looking up.
No reverence. No desperation. No lust. Just—will.
"Who are you to make such claims?" she asked coldly.
Mo Tianheng smiled.
"I am Mo Tianheng. The One True Taboo."
He stepped closer. The frost field beneath cracked into empty void with no sound. Even ice laws had no authority before him.
"You carry a fragment of Her. I will have the whole."
"You walk this world in silence. I offer noise."
"Your mission is assimilation."
He raised his hand—and the sky bent.
"Mine is devouring."
Then he pointed at the Heavens above, the Divine Daos watching in disbelief.
"To you all: she will become my Empress."
Terrified Silence Among the High Seats
In the Celestial Immortal Court, a jade-robed immortal sovereign slammed his table.
"This madman threatens the balance of the reincarnation systems—he must be stopped!"
"Stopped?" another whispered, sweat falling from his ethereal body. "How? He isn't of our order. He isn't even part of our story."
"Even Samsara retreated from his path."
Back to the Taboo and the Incarnation
Jun Moyou's expression faltered—just for a moment. A flash of memory from the Empress within her stirred: He Who Devours Law… The One Outside the Wheel.
She took a breath. Then she narrowed her eyes.
"Even if you could claim me, what makes you think you're qualified?"
Mo Tianheng did not answer with words.
He raised a single hand.
The Heavens—all of them—paused. Cultivators across three hundred worlds saw the stars flicker, then rotate the wrong direction. Those in mid-breakthrough collapsed. Those in tribulation stages wept.
Then he clenched his fist.
From that act alone, a Divine Monarch fell dead.
Not killed. Removed.
"I don't seek qualification," Mo Tianheng replied. "I redefine it."
"If Heaven balances all things—I am the weight that breaks the scale."
Jun Moyou Turned, Her Mind Racing
He wasn't just interested in her cultivation. Nor just her fragment.
He sought the root.
He was searching for the Empress.
And worse… he had the potential to reach her.
Later — Mo Tianheng in a New Realm
As the Divine Realms debated war, containment, or assassination, Mo Tianheng simply sat cross-legged atop a floating corpse of a fallen Daolord.
In his hand, a glimmering jade wisp: memory essence stolen from a heavenly scryer.
He closed his eyes.
"So… Jun Moyou's original identity… fragments born across the Three Thousand Worlds… self-repairing soul line… carries not karma, but mission…"
His lips curled.
"How delightful."
Then, he raised a single finger and etched a symbol into the void:
"帝奪婚告"
Edict of Sovereign Claim.
It wasn't just a personal announcement. It was an absolute imperial declaration.
All beings under the law would recognize this.
Mo Tianheng did not ask for marriage.
He declared it.