The Fall of the Supreme Lotus Emperor"Eliminate the Supreme Lotus Palace."
The decree tore through the air like a blade. No hesitation, no mercy — just raw conviction.
Another voice followed, ragged with rage.
"The Supreme Lotus Emperor is endangering the world! He is the devil — he must be killed!"
Someone spat in the dirt, knuckles white around their sword hilt."Bah! Why call him the Supreme Lotus Emperor? We should call him the Devil Emperor instead!"
Angry murmurs rippled through the gathered cultivators, their mana flaring with murderous intent.Clouds churned overhead, bruised with stormlight.
In the Seven Blue Lotus World.
Roars of battle and the clash of steel devoured the skies. The wind reeked of ash and copper; the scent of blood rode every breeze. The ground trembled beneath the force of slaughter — cries of dying cultivators echoing like a cursed symphony.
And at the storm's center loomed the Supreme Lotus Palace.
Once the heart of this world — revered, sacred, untouchable.A palace forged in the image of a colossal lotus in bloom: petals of white marble, veined with silver, floating above an endless lake of shimmering azure mana. Bridges of crystal lotus stems arched between wings of the palace, each step humming with spiritual resonance.
But today?
It was a battlefield of desecration.
Several of the marble petals lay shattered, broken like snapped bones. The glowing lake ran red, polluted with drifting corpses. Flames licked the outer halls; pillars carved with celestial scriptures lay toppled among shattered bodies. Cultivators crawled, screaming — others stayed silent, eyes glazed, swallowed by death.
The Sacred Lotus banners — once symbols of divine rule — now burned like funeral cloth under the collapsing sky.
And still, even with the palace in ruin, not one invader dared relax. Even while victory tasted close, fear clung to them like frost.
Because the master of this lotus — the Supreme Lotus Emperor — had reigned over the Seven Blue Lotus World for tens of thousands of years.A ruler who never aged.A monarch no blade had pierced.A being no army had toppled.
As long as he lived, no one would ever know peace.
Inside the Grand Hall — Supreme Lotus Palace
The hall felt like the throat of a dying god.
Thousands of cultivators circled a towering mirror — the Crystal Lotus Mirror — its translucent surface blooming with lotus-shaped lights that pulsed gently like heartbeats. The mirror stood more than three meters tall, casting celestial reflections across the torn marble floor.
Inside the mirror stood him.
The Supreme Lotus Emperor.
Soren Ravyn.
A man carved like destiny itself.Shoulder-length black hair, obsidian strands tied loosely at the back, falling like midnight waterfalls when they slipped free. His eyes — crystalline blue, bright enough to pull breath from lungs — glimmered with impossible depth, like galaxies drowned in ice.A face so sharply defined it seemed sculpted by gods obsessed with perfection: straight nose, noble jaw, lips softened by sorrow and pride. Even the way he stood — straight-backed, silent — radiated a pressure that made hearts ache and knees weaken.
Even trapped, he felt like power incarnate.
A storm frozen in glass.
His aura leaked like a suppressed tidal wave, forcing many cultivators to avert their eyes, afraid that meeting his gaze might burn their souls.
One of the leaders forced his voice steady.
"Don't be afraid! The Supreme Lotus Emperor is trapped by the Crystal Lotus Mirror! In just three days, he will be completely refined!"
His words quivered at the end, but he pressed on."After three days… there will no longer be a Supreme Lotus Emperor in this world."
A roar of breath, as though the whole hall exhaled hope at once.
At the front of the crowd, a young man stepped forward.Black hair, black eyes — a sharp contrast to the ethereal glow.
Fin Ravyn.
"Young Lord Fin Ravyn!" someone called out, voice shaking with reverence. "It was you who led us here, who carved a path of blood to the Supreme Lotus Palace! You deserve the greatest credit for destroying the Supreme Lotus Emperor today. After this… I hope you will ascend the throne!"
Fin gave a practiced, humble smile — the kind that didn't touch his eyes."Well, I did nothing truly. It is simply that the Supreme Lotus Emperor has done too much evil. The people rose of their own will. Even those closest to him… his own sister, his wife — even the empress — were disgusted with him."
A soft, mocking chuckle escaped someone in the crowd.
"That's why he's fallen."
The words hung there like chains.
Inside the Crystal Lotus Mirror
Soren Ravyn felt the world spin.
Their voices echoed through the glass-like a nightmare he couldn't wake from.
"Did I… transmigrate?"
The thought burst from him — cracked, disbelieving.
His pulse thundered in his skull; pain exploded behind his eyes as memories surged like tidal waves. Images, voices, lifetimes — smashing together like stars colliding.
He staggered, palms braced against the glass surface inside the mirror, breath jagged.
Memories that weren't his clawed their way into his mind.Names he didn't know.Worlds he'd never seen.A life that wasn't his own — bleeding into him.
His head felt like it would split open.He tried to scream.
No sound came out.
Not even a whisper.
Only silent agony, hands trembling, blue eyes wide with terror as the past he knew dissolved into someone else's fate.
And just like that—darkness surged up, swallowing him whole.
The last thing he felt was his heart trying to remember which world it belonged to.