The Immortal Realm screamed.
Not in sound—
but in law.
Mountains folded inward. Rivers reversed. Ancient formations carved by ancestors shattered like brittle glass. Across a trillion worlds, cultivators dropped to their knees as the black sigil in the sky pulsed violently.
And then—
He arrived.
---
The Corrupted Immortal Emperor tore through space, dragging the remains of Heaven's authority behind him like chains of blood.
His body no longer obeyed form. Gold and black interwove across his flesh, his eyes burning with devouring madness. Behind him loomed the Throne of Fear, leaking negation into reality.
> "FEIXUE," he roared, voice splitting realms.
"YOU CHOSE DISORDER."
He raised his hand.
Entire starfields collapsed.
---
Feixue stood before him.
Alone.
No aura.
No pressure.
Just falling snow.
Seraphis hovered behind her, Heaven's laws orbiting uncertainly around her like undecided stars.
> "No," Feixue replied calmly.
"I chose responsibility."
She stepped forward.
---
The moment her foot touched space—
Time halted.
Not frozen.
Yielded.
Snowflakes suspended mid-fall, each reflecting infinite futures. Space bent slightly, as if bowing.
The Emperor's roar died in his throat.
> "What—what are you?"
Feixue lifted her gaze.
> "I am what remains when Heaven is no longer enough."
---
The Emperor attacked.
A claw of negation tore toward her, erasing concepts as it moved—distance, resistance, even intent.
Feixue raised a single finger.
The attack stopped.
Not blocked.
Redefined.
The claw dissolved into frost, then into water, then into nothing.
The Throne of Fear shrieked.
---
Feixue exhaled.
> "You ruled through fear," she said.
"So you never learned restraint."
She moved.
No step.
No flash.
She was simply there.
Her palm struck the Emperor's chest.
The impact did not explode.
It silenced.
His divine core cracked with a sound like breaking glass across the Immortal Realm.
The Emperor screamed.
---
But he did not fall.
He laughed.
Blood poured from his mouth as his form twisted further.
> "YES—! THIS is what Heaven denied me!"
"POWER WITHOUT LIMIT!"
The Throne of Fear surged, flooding him with corrupted Origin.
Reality tore open.
---
Seraphis gasped.
> "Feixue—he's consuming Heaven's remnants!"
Feixue's eyes hardened.
> "Then I will take away what he feeds on."
She raised both hands.
---
The Dao responded.
All of them.
Sword.
Ice.
Time.
Space.
Death.
Water.
Origin.
They did not clash.
They aligned.
A vast snow-white sigil formed behind Feixue—a circle with no beginning, no end.
The Emperor lunged.
Feixue spoke a single word.
> "Enough."
---
The sigil descended.
The Throne of Fear cracked.
The Emperor's laughter died mid-breath.
He was driven backward, slammed across dimensions, impaled against the fractured sky.
His body convulsed.
> "You cannot kill me!" he screamed.
"I am Heaven's consequence!"
Feixue looked at him with quiet certainty.
> "No," she said.
"You are Heaven's mistake."
She raised her hand again—
And stopped.
---
Her eyes widened slightly.
Snow froze midair.
Something ancient stirred beneath reality.
A presence older than Heaven.
The Lotus of Balance trembled violently.
Seraphis felt it too.
> "Feixue…" she whispered.
"Something else is waking up."
Feixue lowered her hand slowly.
Her expression darkened.
> "So… it finally noticed."
The Emperor laughed weakly through broken teeth.
> "Too late… you've already drawn its gaze."
The sky裂—not shattered, but peeled open.
A single eye looked through.
Not hostile.
Not benevolent.
Curious.
---
Feixue whispered a name Heaven never recorded.
> "…The Watcher."
Snow fell upward.
The battle paused.
Because something far worse than fear had begun to pay attention.