Reaching the 10th Realm required more than energy, more than suffering—it required understanding. Void Fragmentation was the stage where cultivators learned to interact with the fabric of reality itself. Most disciples didn't expect to touch this realm until they were in their twenties, thirties, even fifties.
Jian was eleven.
And the system pushed him without mercy.
It fed him fragments of knowledge—concepts about space, pressure, density of spiritual particles, the difference between tangible and intangible existence. Night after night, Jian sat on the highest rooftop he could reach, feeling the thin pulse of the void between breaths.
One night, while meditating beneath the pale glow of the moon, he felt something shift.
Not in the world—
—but in himself.
A faint crack appeared in his spiritual sense.
A hairline tear in the barrier between him and the void.
His eyes opened slowly.
It had begun.
Reaching the 10th Realm required more than energy, more than suffering—it required understanding. Void Fragmentation was the stage where cultivators learned to interact with the fabric of reality itself. Most disciples didn't expect to touch this realm until they were in their twenties, thirties, even fifties.
Jian was eleven.
And the system pushed him without mercy.
It fed him fragments of knowledge—concepts about space, pressure, density of spiritual particles, the difference between tangible and intangible existence. Night after night, Jian sat on the highest rooftop he could reach, feeling the thin pulse of the void between breaths.
One night, while meditating beneath the pale glow of the moon, he felt something shift.
Not in the world—
—but in himself.
A faint crack appeared in his spiritual sense.
A hairline tear in the barrier between him and the void.
His eyes opened slowly.
It had begun.