The war was not over.
But for a single moment—
The world paused.
The Forbidden were no longer weapons.
Lian Ming, once forgotten, now walked beside Xu Shen as a brother.
Bao Zhen, once monstrous, had found peace.
Jian Yu, once a reflection of guilt, had bowed—not to strength, but to acceptance.
At the heart of the Thousand Veil Sect, a platform of soulstone rose above the skies.
Xu Shen stood alone at its peak.
All around him, cultivators gathered.
Not just from his sect.
From scattered realms.
From failed clans.
From broken bloodlines and sealed names.
They had come because they had heard one thing:
Someone was standing up to the heavens—and not breaking.
Xu raised his hand.
The Infinite Soulwheel Forge ignited behind him—a halo of molten gold and starlight, spinning like destiny unbound.
He spoke.
"The heavens fear what they can't control."
"So they sealed our names."
"They erased our legacies."
"They burned our scrolls. Dismantled our lives. Declared us cursed for remembering who we are."
His voice grew louder.
"I remember."
"I remember ten thousand lives."
"And I do not ask for forgiveness."
"I claim what was mine to begin with."
He looked toward the sky.
And raised a second hand.
[Devourer Path – Authority Unsealed]
[Designated Class: Aberrant Reforger]
[Class-Level Adjustment Requested: Ascendant Sovereign of the Rewritten Flame]
A crack echoed through the realm.
Not thunder.
Not a blade.
A law breaking.
In the Celestial Court, scrolls of prophecy burst into flame.
The Name Registry of Heaven bled light.
The Divine Wheel of Incarnation spun backward for the first time in recorded existence.
Xu Shen lowered his arms.
He smiled—not with triumph.
But with something quieter.
Something more dangerous.
Certainty.
He turned to the thousands watching.
"We are not mistakes."
"We are not forbidden."
"We are flame."
"And this time—we burn last."