Lin Xuan sat cross-legged, his breath steady but heart storming beneath his calm exterior. Before him lay the opened Scriptures of Severed Unity, glowing faintly under the moonlight that crept through the window.
Each line of the scripture radiated a power that defied understanding. It was not merely a cultivation art—it was a cosmic truth, etched into symbols mortal minds could barely comprehend.
> "An art that defies the heavens…" Lin Xuan murmured.
His fingers ran over the ancient script, feeling the weight it carried—not just in power, but in history.
This wasn't an art created by sects or clans.
It was the ultimate creation of Emperor Ren, the Human Emperor, a figure so powerful that both righteous and demonic cultivators whispered his name with reverence and fear.
The Scriptures of Severed Unity…
It wasn't bound by law, nor morality.
It was above them.
A righteous cultivator could use it. A demonic cultivator could use it. Even beasts, some legends claimed, had tried and failed to comprehend its secrets. It rejected no one—but it accepted only one in ten million.
And those who succeeded…
Ascended.
To the God World.
Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed.
> "But if Emperor Ren created this… If he mastered it… then why is his name Liu Ren, the missing head of the Liu Clan?"
He clenched his fists.
> "Didn't the Human Emperor ascend to the higher world a million years ago? Wasn't that his legend?"
That's what the ancient records said.
The Human Emperor led mankind to the peak of cultivation, unified the continents, and broke the sky to reach the higher world. No one had seen him since.
So how…?
> "How could he be Liu Ren… Liu Yue's father… in this small border clan?"
The contradiction made his head pound.
Was it reincarnation?
Was it a clone?
Or had the Human Emperor never left?
His mind swirled with questions—but deep in his gut, something more primal stirred.
Instinct.
He could feel it in his bones.
The way the Scripture resonated with his Qi.
The way the name "Ren" echoed inside him.
It wasn't coincidence.
He stood up slowly, eyes still locked on the ancient scroll.
> "I need to cultivate this… I need answers."
But he knew—this was no ordinary path.
The Scriptures of Severed Unity had no linear progression.
It tore apart existing foundations.
To build anew, it first destroyed.
It demanded the practitioner sever their ties—to techniques, to spirit roots, to laws. Only then would it reconstruct power upon chaos.
And Lin Xuan… was ready.
But as he prepared to meditate, a whisper echoed from the scroll—quiet, ethereal, almost like a voice from another realm.
> "If you wish to reach the God World… You must first walk alone… through ashes and betrayal."
Lin Xuan's eyes widened.
It wasn't just a cultivation path.
It was a prophecy.
And he had already taken the first step.
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