As the battle peaked, Lu Fan pushed past his limits.
His black hair burned into white flame, turning silver-white as a true Sovereign trait awakened.
> "Let the heavens remember," he whispered, "that I was kind — until you forced me not to be."
With the Heaven-Crushing Mirror Style, he bent reality itself — reflecting attacks back with double force.
One by one, he slaughtered the Temple's elite. Even Grand Bishop Yama fell, consumed by True Lotus Fire, screaming as he dissolved into spiritual dust.
The city below was left untouched — but the sky wept white fire.
Lu Fan stood, robes tattered, eyes distant.
Then, without a word, he vanished into the void.