The Grave of Stars quaked under the weight of divine fury and rebellion. Two Seraphs—Seraph Duran the Silent Blade, and Seraph Caeli the Flame Psalm—lay shattered in the dust, their souls torn from the Heavenly Codex and consumed by Li Feng’s growing heretic domain.
Only five remained.
Their gazes were no longer divine.
They were afraid.
– Bonus Unlocked: Vowbreaker Variant
– Corruption Level: 63%
– Warning: You are beginning to reject the Heavenly Cycle
→ Result: Future ascension path—Unknown
Amidst the shattered sky, Seraph Noelle stepped forward.
A divine spear in one hand.
A lantern of karmic souls in the other.
“Li Feng… You are not defying fate. You are becoming its disease.”
He smirked.
“And you are becoming predictable.”
Seraph Noelle’s spear became a serpent of starlight, lashing through the terrain, burning phantoms and stone alike. Every strike released echoes of the souls she carried—screaming, whispering, cursing.
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But Li Feng had changed.
[Skill Activated: Vowbreaker Edge – Heavenpiercer Variant]
– Effect: Sever cause and effect
– Bonus: Ignores time-based divine techniques
– Passive: “Memory Rupture” – Past wounds reopen in the enemy with every slash
Li Feng appeared behind her mid-swing, blade glowing with Heretic Moonlight.
“You wield souls to judge me?”
“Let me show you how a soul screams when it’s free.”
With a single cut, her lantern shattered.
Souls howled—not in pain, but in liberation.
Noelle fell to one knee, the spear dissolving.
Li Feng’s blade whispered once more.
“Good night.”
He pierced her chest—through the divine core.
[Seraph Noelle: Status – Destroyed]
[Soul Thread Absorbed – Trait Acquired: Soul Lantern Crafting Lv.1]
– Bind freed souls into karma lanterns
– Can store techniques, summon spirits, or rewrite fate threads
– First Craft Available: [Unnamed – Requires 3 souls]
The battlefield fell still.
Three Seraphs remained.
Above, the Heavenly Realm trembled, and cracks split the Council Pillars. They had never lost three Seraphs in a single battle—not since the rebellion of the Sky Eater 9,000 years ago.
And now… the echoes returned.
“He is no longer bound to the Mortal Path,” said an ancient voice.
“He is walking the Null Spiral.”
That night, in a ruined shrine, Li Feng knelt beside the flickering corpse of Seraph Noelle.
He lit a lantern made of her memories.
A child’s laughter.
A hymn sung beneath snow.
A moment when she doubted the Heavens.
And with it, he whispered:
“You weren’t always their weapon.”
The light inside the lantern glowed softly—warmly.
He stood, surrounded by the storm.
End of Chapter 16