Eternal Bloodline Requiem
The winds of the mortal world felt… quieter.
But it wasn't peace.
It was fear.
Feng Mo stepped through the cracked veil of the Primordial Rift, the space behind him folding in upon itself like a dying star. The forest that greeted him was familiar—he recognized the slope of the trees, the scent of the air.
But everything had changed.
Even the birds didn't sing.
Ling Xue stepped out beside him, eyes scanning the treeline.
"Something's wrong."
"No," Feng Mo said, voice calm, but edged like a blade,
"Everything is finally right."
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Ten Veins. One Sovereign.
The moment Feng Mo's foot touched soil, the heavens stirred.
High above the continent, a pale ring of heavenly light formed—no tribulation, no thunder—just silence.
A silence heavier than thunder ever could be.
And from the heart of the heavens, a voice echoed:
"The Sovereign Root has awakened. The tenth vein has been chosen."
"The child of ruin has returned… outside of karma's grasp."
The announcement shattered ten ancient seals hidden across the continent—seals left behind by long-dead ancestors to contain the rise of another Calamity Vessel.
Now, those seals cracked like old bones.
Feng Mo's name was spoken in palaces and brothels, sects and slums.
But not as a hero.
As an omen.
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The Hunt Begins
Within the Skyshatter Sect, an emergency council had convened.
Elder Mo Tian slammed his fist into the marble table, cracking it down the center.
"Ten Veins! Not since the Fall of the First Heaven! Are you all deaf to the danger?!"
Across from him, Lady Jin of the Bloodveil Hall narrowed her eyes.
"You speak of danger. I see opportunity."
A ghostly projection of Feng Mo hovered above them—his Sovereign Vein pulsing like a sun within his chest.
"He's a Sovereign now. Karma doesn't bind him. Meaning…" she paused, licking her lips,
"...he could slay us all, and heaven would remain silent."
Mo Tian growled, "Then we act first. I propose the formation of the Sovereign Hunting Alliance."
"Kill the boy… before he forgets how."
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First Ripples of Power
Feng Mo walked through a ruined village, its buildings caved in, its people missing.
Ashes clung to the air like ghosts that didn't know they were dead.
A child's doll lay half-buried in the dirt, burned and broken.
"This wasn't war," Ling Xue muttered, kneeling.
"This was cleansing."
Feng Mo stared at a sigil carved into a wall.
Three jagged lines crossing through a lotus. The symbol of the Void Silencers, a secret sect of executioners that served high councils.
"They know I've returned."
Feng Mo reached toward the sigil—and it screeched.
The wall cracked open, revealing a hidden formation: a Soul Echo Beacon.
A whisper emerged:
"We know what you are, Sovereign."
"You will not rise."
Feng Mo's hand closed into a fist—and the beacon shattered into glass.
"They want a sovereign to kneel," he said, turning.
"Let them learn what happens… when a sovereign walks."
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Sovereign Pulse: Worldquake
He stood at the center of the village.
Raised his palm.
And for the first time, invoked the full power of the Tenth Vein.
"Sovereign Pulse — Worldquake."
A ripple of power extended from him, invisible to mortal eyes—but to cultivators, it was a blinding pulse of command.
Across the continent, those in seclusion jolted awake.
Spirit beasts howled.
Flames dimmed.
Dao patterns paused mid-flow.
It was not an attack. Not yet.
But it was a declaration.
"The world is no longer yours," Feng Mo whispered.
"It never was."
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A Stranger's Warning
That night, as the stars returned to their normal place in the sky, Feng Mo meditated at the edge of a broken temple.
Ling Xue kept watch—but she wasn't alone.
A man emerged from the shadows.
Clad in pale gray robes, blindfolded, his silver hair trailing like mist.
Feng Mo opened his eyes before the man even approached.
"You're from the Spectral Pavilion," he said quietly.
The man smiled faintly.
"Correct. And I'm not here to kill you."
He dropped a scroll wrapped in spirit-binding seals.
"That contains the list of assassins already contracted to hunt you."
"Why give this to me?"
"Because not all Sovereigns become tyrants. Some become…" he paused, then smiled again,
"...hope."
Feng Mo picked up the scroll. His hands didn't tremble.
"And what are you betting on?"
"That you'll choose not to become him," the man replied, turning.
"The one sealed in the Rift. The one whose name was erased."
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A Decision at Dawn
As the sky lightened, Feng Mo stood at the cliffside, the scroll in hand, Ling Xue beside him.
He unsealed it.
There were over ninety-two names.
Assassins. Sect elders. Spirit beasts. Ancient ghosts.
All coming for him.
Ling Xue glanced at the list. "And you?"
Feng Mo smiled.
Not coldly.
Not arrogantly.
Just… aware.
"Let them come."
He tucked the scroll into his sleeve.
The Requiem Tree inside his soul trembled—and for the first time, it sang.
Not in pain.
But in freedom.
The Sovereign had returned.
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To be continued…
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🔥 Chapter 19 Summary:
Feng Mo returns to the mortal realm with all ten veins awakened, crowned by the Sovereign Root.
His presence breaks ancient continent-wide seals, and high-level sects form a Sovereign Hunting Alliance to eliminate him.
He witnesses the aftermath of a village destroyed by sect enforcers and makes his first power declaration: Sovereign Pulse — Worldquake.
A mysterious emissary from the Spectral Pavilion delivers a list of elite killers already hunting Feng Mo.
Feng Mo accepts the coming storm—not as prey, but as a sovereign force beyond fate.