### **Chapter 57 — The Sky Trembles Once More**
The sky of the Inner World split into seven golden fractures, divine light raining like molten stars. The heavens had noticed — and they were angry.
From each fracture stepped a celestial envoy draped in flowing silver robes, their eyes empty of mercy.
"The decree of the Upper Realm: the mortal named Yang Lin must perish," one declared.
Yang Lin stood calmly upon the ruins, wind tugging at his white robe. "If heaven fears a mortal, then it was never divine."
His blade gleamed once, reflecting the Saintess beside him. The heavens rumbled in reply, yet his silence shook them harder.
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### **Chapter 58 — Descent of the Golden Envoys**
The envoys were no mere cultivators. Each bore a fragment of divine authority — enough to bend the laws of the Inner World.
Their arrival ignited chaos. Sects knelt before them, seeking favor. The **Heavenly Palace** bowed first, betraying the mortal realm without hesitation.
Yang Lin watched from afar as the once-proud sects groveled. "So this is how low mortals bow for borrowed light," he said softly.
The Saintess looked toward him, her moonlit hair swaying. "Then show them the meaning of true light."
He smiled faintly. "As you wish."
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### **Chapter 59 — The Betrayal of the Inner World**
The Heavenly Palace rallied all sects, declaring Yang Lin a "Heaven's Calamity." They promised divine artifacts and Upper Realm guidance to those who helped.
For the first time, the Inner World turned on its protector.
As armies gathered around the Stary Night Palace, Yang Lin stood before thousands — calm, unreadable.
"I once fought for this realm," he said. "But if it seeks chains again… I'll cut them all."
When the battle began, lightning blanketed the horizon. Millions trembled. None could approach the boy standing in blue flame.
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### **Chapter 60 — The Fall of the Heavenly Palace**
The Heavenly Palace's sacred mountain shattered under a single strike.
Yang Lin didn't need armies — only his sword, **Heaven's Silence**, forged from his will.
The Saintess unleashed her own light, her wings spanning miles, turning the battlefield into silver rain.
When dawn rose, nothing remained of the Heavenly Palace but dust and echoes.
And from above, a celestial envoy murmured, "He carries destruction not as sin… but as destiny."
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### **Chapter 61 — The Divine Hunter**
From the golden fracture descended a being known as **The Divine Hunter**, the first true god Yang Lin would face.
His presence made even divine qi tremble.
"I slay souls beyond redemption," the Hunter said, eyes glowing crimson. "Yours burns too bright to be mortal."
Yang Lin nodded slightly. "Then burn with me."
The fight raged for hours — lightning versus godfire. The heavens screamed, stars dimmed.
When it ended, Yang Lin stood alone, his shoulder bleeding golden light, the god's body turned to dust.
Even the heavens were silent.
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### **Chapter 62 — The Blood of the Primordial Monarch**
After the battle, Yang Lin felt something awaken deep inside his heart — a pulse older than creation.
Visions flooded his mind — of a man cloaked in eternal flame, standing before ten thousand dying gods.
"I am the **Primordial Chaos Monarch**," the voice said. "And you… are my final vessel."
When Yang Lin opened his eyes, his body glowed with golden-black veins — the power of **Pre-Heaven Origin Energy**, capable of rewriting existence itself.
The Saintess looked on, half in awe, half in fear. "You're becoming the storm that ends heaven."
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### **Chapter 63 — The Celestial War Begins**
News of the Divine Hunter's death reached the Upper Realm. Twelve gods descended in fury, their divine law spreading over continents.
Rivers turned to silver, skies to flame. Mortal cultivation itself began to crumble under divine pressure.
Yang Lin lifted his sword. "They descend like waves. Then I'll be the shore."
Behind him, the Saintess summoned the **Moon Domain**, sealing off mortal cities with divine protection. Her voice echoed through the wind:
"Protect him, and he will protect all."
The true war had begun.
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### **Chapter 64 — War of the Thirteen Heavens**
Every major sect, relic guardian, and wandering immortal joined the chaos. Divine beasts awoke from slumber; mountains themselves moved.
It was a war that blurred gods and mortals.
Yang Lin fought atop the **Shattered Sky Plateau**, facing three gods at once.
His strikes were silent — elegant — but each carried the weight of a dying star.
"Impossible!" one god screamed as Yang Lin's sword pierced his divine heart.
"It's not impossible," Yang Lin said. "It's destiny remembering itself."
The balance of creation tilted — heaven was losing.
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### **Chapter 65 — The Saintess's Sacrifice**
During the war, a divine arrow pierced the barrier protecting mortals. The Saintess intercepted it, her celestial wings absorbing its light.
Her body shattered into silver fragments, forming a protective dome over the mortal lands.
Yang Lin's scream broke the sky itself.
When he found her spirit fading in his arms, she whispered, "Even if I'm gone… my light will follow you."
He pressed his forehead against hers. "Then I'll never let darkness rise again."
The moonlight turned eternal — her soul merged into his heart, becoming his guiding light forever.
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### **Chapter 66 — The Birth of the Chaos Emperor**
In the aftermath, Yang Lin rose above heaven's ruins.
The gods had fallen, the heavens lay in fragments, and the Inner World knelt in silence.
Lightning circled him like divine serpents as the Primordial Monarch's sigil burned across his back.
"I am no god," he said softly. "I am what comes after gods."
The heavens wept — not in rage, but reverence.
And from the ashes of divinity, **the Chaos Emperor was born** — the being who would reshape all existence.