Thunder rolled across the torn skies, painting the clouds in furious streaks of violet. The battlefield lay in ruin—reduced to ash and memory. Cities crumbled like paper, the heavens twisted with foreign energy, and entire mountains lay scattered like broken toys. Where once life thrived, now only silence and devastation remained.
At the eye of the storm stood a man—silent, unmoving, his figure framed by the broken horizon. His robes were scorched beyond recognition. His once sharp eyes reflected no light, no emotion—only a hollow calm born from unbearable loss.
Fan Zhi.
His name was spoken no longer. Even the wind dared not whisper it.
Before him floated ten thousand figures—immense beings wreathed in divine brilliance. Some shimmered like molten stars, others appeared draped in laws of time and fate. These were the Supreme Beings. The strongest cultivators in the known multiverse. Entities that ruled domains, collapsed dimensions, and created new laws with a single breath.
And yet, all ten thousand of them now stood against one man.
He had not attacked them. He had not resisted.
But they feared him.
Because Fan Zhi could not be killed.
Once hailed as a rising prodigy, a guardian of balance, his fate turned the moment his powers spiraled beyond his own understanding. A single mission… one mistake… and his closest comrades fell—slain not by enemy hands, but by his own uncontrollable might.
Among them, a girl. Not his lover. Not even his blood relative. But the one soul he trusted most. A little sister in everything but name.
Her eyes, wide with trust. Her voice, whispering one last time:
> "Brother Zhi... It's not your fault. I believe in you."
Then silence.
Her blood, on his hands. Her death, his burden.
After that day, he stopped feeling. Not even grief could reach him. Not pain. Not rage. Not even guilt.
He had become a shell.
And now, the ten thousand beings that ruled creation had gathered—not to judge him—but to bind him.
> "Let his soul be branded," echoed the voice of the Grand Supreme. "Let him be lowered from divine fate."
Sigils burned into the air, ancient beyond words. Each one a seal, a command from reality itself.
> "Let Fan Zhi be reduced to the lowest rank—Ordinary."
> "Let his might be locked. Let his path be shattered. Let his story end here."
They could not kill him.
So they sealed him.
One by one, ten thousand supreme seals were etched into the very core of his being. Time rejected him. Space ignored him. Power refused to answer.
And Fan Zhi… stood still. Accepting. Unresisting. Hollow.
Until something broke.
A ripple. A whisper. Not from the Supreme Beings.
Something else.
Something far older.
Before the last seal finished binding, Fan Zhi vanished—ripped away in a surge of light and shadow.
Even the Supremes faltered.
> "Where did he go?"
No one knew.
He had not died. He had not been imprisoned by them. He was simply… gone.
Taken.
By a force unknown even to those who shaped reality.
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Meanwhile, in another corner of existence, far from divine judgment, a girl stood beneath a twin-mooned sky. Her eyes were still the same—clear, determined. Her name was Ming Yue.
Years had passed since that day in the mall—when the building collapsed and fate trapped her beneath concrete and fear. He had been there. Calm. Silent. His embrace steady, warm.
> "Don't cry. Rescue will come. You're not alone."
He had shielded her. Comforted her. A stranger then, but unforgettable.
She never forgot the warmth of that moment.
And then… he disappeared.
She searched. Years passed. Her strength awakened. Her path diverged. And yet her heart remained chained to one name—Fan Zhi.
She did not know of the Supreme Circle. She did not know of the seal, nor of the forbidden power that had stolen him from existence.
But she would find him.
Even if she had to tear through worlds.
Even if he no longer remembered her.
Even if he… no longer remembered himself.
The tale had only just begun.
And the universe would soon tremble again.