EYE OF THE FALLEN HEAVEN

– The Us

power was truth-and the

sunder mountains. Armies bowed to lone warrio

his world-but those who had

ine and fate, it shaped the road a cultivator would walk. A blade of fire. A tiger of ligh

he heavens and the weak vanished like mist, ther

awaiting the Lin

d at his birth. But now, those same

himmered with qi beneath glowing moons. Peaks floated, suspended in the air by ancient formations.

bore a coiled dragon wrought in gold thread, and their warriors carried bloodlines that had once defied death itself. Every generation, on

marched to seize the Nine Peaks, he stood alone-and ended a war. His Martial Soul, the Starlight Dragon, had

aura alone could silence a hall of elders. But even the strongest m

Fe

seers whispered omens. Elders rejoiced. A son born of destin

r, the name Lin Feng echoed

f Cloudveil Peak bore little resemblance to

gray-like storm clouds yet to break. His robes, though plain, were clean, neat. His hands were calloused from relentless training, his frame le

d to himself, eyes gazing ac

between them-flames, winds, even illusions of beast-shaped spirits. Some had already awake

, a silent shadow on

ain winds howled as i

t, jaw tightening. "Everything th

iking trees until his bones ached. The nights poring over scrolls long after oil lamps had dimmed. Tec

could not be forc

ever existed at a

tself deep in his heart. Every whisper behind his back, every narrowed gaze, e

e hadn't awakened either, Kun carried himself like a young lord. Tall, broa

oice cut like ice. "Maybe if you look hard en

aughed. Lin Fen

lence was the s

was always there, buried beneath the years. It was a

o

. The whis

"Don't get in the way at the Awakening. We woul

ngest disciples train, mimicking the basic stances he had

laughed like that. B

dge of being discarded

o

would place his hand upon it. It would eithe

s," he said, "

eavens had fo

e soul nev

e was tru

uld n

e had turned i

ould forge forw