THE ENTERNAL SOVEREIGN RETURN
The sky above the Void Peak was not blue; it was a bruised, pulsating violet, veins of sickly gold light throbbing through the clouds like the arteries of a cosmic beast. It was the color of a dying god's blood. Below, the world was screaming—a low, rhythmic hum of tectonic plates grinding together, the sound of a planet being slowly digested by an unseen predator.
Han Feng, the Sovereign of the Void, knelt at the center of the Heaven-Shattering Array. His black robes, once woven from the silk of celestial spiders and infused with the essence of a thousand stars, were now tattered rags soaked in blood that glowed with a faint, dying silver light. He was the most powerful man in the cultivation world, the master of the ""Void Law,"" yet at this moment, he felt like a fly trapped in thick, golden amber.
Surrounding him stood eleven figures, their silhouettes etched against the violent sky. These were the Other Sovereigns—men he had shared wine with for centuries, ""brothers"" who had sworn to protect the mortal realms at his side.
""Why?"" Han Feng's voice was a dry rasp, sounding like stones grinding together in a desert. He looked at the leader, Sovereign Long, who held a jade scepter that hummed with the 'Heavenly Will.'
""Do not be bitter, Han Feng,"" Long replied, his eyes devoid of any brotherly warmth. ""The Heavens require a tithe. Every ten thousand years, the strongest soul must be offered to maintain the balance of the universe. You reached the pinnacle too quickly. You were too talented, too hungry. You are simply... the fattest calf in the herd."
" Fattened for the slaughter.
The realization hit Han Feng harder than the array's pressure. For three thousand years, he had cultivated, fought, and bled, thinking he was reaching for divinity. But the ""Heavens"" weren't a source of enlightenment; they were a parasite. And he was nothing more than a high-grade energy pill waiting to be consumed.
As the array flared, tendrils of golden light pierced his chest, beginning to unravel his soul. The pain was transcendental—not just a physical burning, but a thousand years of memories being stripped away like skin. In the flickering light of his dying consciousness, he saw the face of the woman he had lost—the only one who had tried to warn him of the Heavens' hunger. Lin Yue. She had died in his first life, and in this life, he had been too obsessed with reaching the ""Peak"" to find her again.
If the Heavens want to eat me... then I shall burn the kitchen down, Han Feng thought, a cold, dark fury igniting in the center of his soul.
He reached into the deepest, most forbidden part of his consciousness—the Law of the Eternal Void. It was a power he had feared to use, a law that didn't create or refine, but erased.
""You want my soul?"" Han Feng roared, his eyes turning into twin black holes that defied the golden radiance of the array. ""THEN EAT THE VOID!""
He didn't explode. He imploded. The Heaven-Shattering Array didn't just break; it was sucked into the vacuum of his collapsing dantian. The eleven Sovereigns screamed as their life force was tugged toward the singularity. The world cracked, reality folding in on itself, and the last thing Han Feng saw was the look of pure, unadulterated terror on Sovereign Long's face.
[System Alert: Unauthorized Soul Compression Detected]
[Error: The Law of Void is consuming the Timeline...]
[Initiating Emergency Regression...]
""Han Feng! Wake up! Are you trying to sleep through the most important day of your life?"
The voice was shrill, cutting through the silence of the void like a rusted blade. Han Feng's eyes snapped open. He wasn't on Void Peak. He wasn't dying.
He was sitting on a hard wooden bench in a crowded courtyard. The air was thick with the smell of cheap incense, stale sweat, and the damp earth of the Han Clan's outer estate. The sunlight felt heavy on his skin, too bright, too real.
He looked down at his hands. They were small, the fingers thin and calloused. These weren't the hands that could crush mountains; they were the hands of a boy who spent his days hauling water and chopping wood. He was wearing the coarse, scratchy grey robes of a 'Trash' disciple.
I'm back. I actually made it back.
The shock was a physical weight. He sat frozen, listening to the cacophony around him—the nervous chatter of hundreds of teenagers, the rhythmic thumping of a ceremonial drum, the distant barking of a dog. It was all so mundane. So fragile.
.He looked up at the stone stage in the center of the courtyard. A cold shiver ran down his spine. He knew this day. This was the Outer Disciple Selection. The day his cousin, Han Ming, would humiliate him in front of the elders, leading to his exile.
Suddenly, a flicker of dark, jagged light appeared in his peripheral vision. It wasn't the golden, ""pure"" system of the Heavens. It was something darker, something that felt like it belonged to him.
[The Eternal Void Archive: Initialized]
[Current Synchronization: 0.01%]
[User: Han Feng (Mortal Body - Grade 1 Foundation)]
[Note: The Heavens are blind to your presence... for now.]
Han Feng's heart hammered against his ribs. The Archive was an echo of his Sovereign power, a library of every secret he had uncovered in his first life. He focused his mind on a figure standing near the stage—a broad-shouldered boy with a sneer that seemed etched into his face.
[Target Identified: Han Ming]
[Future Rank: King Realm - Deceased (Killed by Han Feng in Timeline A)]
[Archive Note: Uses 'Flawed Iron-Fist' technique. Weakness: Left Rib, 2nd breath cycle. Currently carries a 'Low-Grade Spirit Pill' hidden in his left boot.]
As the elders began to call names, Han Feng's gaze drifted away from the stage. He wasn't interested in the petty posturing of the clan leaders. His eyes searched the periphery of the crowd, scanning the faces of the commoners and servants who were gathered to watch the selection.
There she was.
Standing under a drooping willow tree, partially veiled by the morning mist, was a young girl in a simple, faded blue dress. Lin Yue.
In his previous life, she had become the ""Ice Empress,"" a woman whose heart was as cold as her cultivation, yet she had died protecting him from the very brothers who eventually killed him. Here, she was just the daughter of the Clan's healer—unnoticed, quiet, her eyes filled with a gentle worry as she looked toward the stage.
Looking at her felt like a physical blow. The emotional weight of his thousand-year loneliness flooded his mind. He remembered her cold body in his arms. He remembered the way she had looked at him before the light left her eyes.
[System Message: Heartbeat Spike Detected]
[Archive Update: Lin Yue's Fate has been altered by your presence. Warning: The Butterfly Effect is now active.]
In his last life, he hadn't spoken to her today. He had been too ashamed of his ""trash"" status. This time, as she looked toward the crowd and their eyes met, Han Feng didn't look away. He didn't see a healer's daughter. He saw a queen. And more importantly, he saw his reason to endure the hunger.
""Han Feng! Get up here!"" the Elder's voice boomed.
Han Feng stood up. He didn't walk like a 'trash' disciple. He walked with the measured, terrifying grace of a predator who had already won the fight. The air around him seemed to grow a fraction colder.
""You want a show, Han Ming?"" he whispered, his voice sounding decades older than it should. ""I'll give you a massacre. And then, I'll eat your future.""
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