The sky did not open when he returned.
It softened.
Like even the stars no longer needed to flinch.
Xu Shen stepped through the breach between worlds—robes torn, eyes calm, soul flame steady.
The gods did not greet him.
The heavens did not tremble.
Because something greater had already happened.
They had stopped fearing him.
And started listening.
The Thousand Veil Sect waited in stillness.
Thousands stood silent, eyes raised—not in awe…
…but in recognition.
Yue Qian approached him first.
Tears didn't fall.
She simply touched his hand and whispered:
"You found it."
Xu nodded. "No more names erased."
Lian Ming grinned faintly. "So… what now?"
Xu turned toward the highest terrace.
Where once he fought.
Where once he was hunted.
Where once he tried to prove he deserved to exist.
Now, he stood to offer.
He raised a scroll.
Unmarked.
Not divine.
Just blank.
And said:
"We've spent ten thousand years fighting to be remembered."
"Now we write a world where we don't have to."
He knelt.
Placed the scroll on stone.
And with flame that pulsed not with power—but with clarity—
He wrote the first line:
"Let all names be heard."
The scroll burned.
Not to ash.
To light.
And from it, the first Soul Flame School was born.
A place not to learn how to kill…
But how to carry.
The Soulwheel Forge was gone.
The Devourer Path, rewritten.
The Celestial Court, quiet.
And in its place—
A single fire, passed from hand to hand.
A legacy not of triumph…
But of remembrance.