Chen Yu stood at the edge of his balcony, the wind brushing against his coat as he gazed at the horizon. It was the very place where the barrier once shimmered—an ancient divide that had confined humans, demons, and spirit beasts to their own fragmented worlds.
Now, it was gone.
All that remained was an endless stretch of sky. The clouds were foreign, tinged with unfamiliar hues. Azure from Earth, violet from the Spirit Realm, crimson streaks from the Demon World—all blending in one chaotic canvas.
The air smelled different. Sharper. Wilder. Alive.
Behind him, muffled voices filled the mansion. His allies were preparing—talking about Ling Ling's arrival, debating who else was worthy to ascend, and organizing new training regimens.
They spoke with purpose.
But Chen Yu… wasn't listening.
His eyes remained locked on the horizon, unmoving.
Three worlds had become one.
Three fates now collided under a single sky.
