Heaven Trampling Severance

Upon an ocean of stars, frozen in eternal darkness, far within the primordial void where even the laws of the universe dared not reach, lay a battlefield long erased from the annals of fate. The air there was thin, a bone-piercing cold, carrying the perplexing scent of emptiness. Gravity held no sway, creating a terrifying vacuum where every movement felt like aimless drifting. Cold cosmic mist swirled slowly, concealing bottomless abysses and the frozen ruins of stars.

That night, a thousand eternal suns hung dimly in the empty sky, their light like flickering candles, ready to be extinguished by the silent wind. The wind of time ceased, its breath choked by the flowing energy of destruction. Rivers of stars turned to stone, their currents frozen, forming silver pathways stretching within the void. Oceans of emptiness faintly stirred, as if the universe itself knew—this night did not belong to gods. This night belonged to annihilation.

At the heart of that devastation, Emperor Hei Xuan stood alone upon the Blood-Red Sea of Emptiness. His body bathed in immortal blood, each drop birthing miniature dimensions that swiftly crumbled even before fully forming. The blood, jet-black like cosmic ink, stained the void, leaving a trail of eternal suffering. In his surviving left eye, the Void Abyss Eclipse Eye still flickered weakly, its light dim yet full of unyielding defiance.

Fractures of law swirled around his pupil, as if the universe rejected his existence, yet could not entirely extinguish his burning flame. Fine cracks spread around his eyeball, a mark of the price he had paid for this power. Behind him, the Dark Night Phoenix roared in agony, its voice piercing dimensions, a shriek filled with anguish and fury. Its eight wings were torn, one shattered into black fragments like cursed ash from fallen stars. Each shard of that ash radiated an eternal oath, said to devour three thousand realms with a mere touch, a promise of inevitable annihilation.

The sky trembled, not from a storm, but from the horrifying tremor of power. Four eternal suns fell, not dimming, but collapsing, leaving gaping voids that swallowed mortal souls into the belly of emptiness. Above the ruins of stars stood the Ancestral Martial Sovereigns and Primordial Martial Deities. Their eyes glimmered like dimensional mirrors, reflecting a thousand shattered destinies. Their auras were so oppressive that space itself seemed to shrink, vibrating beneath their presence.

In the front line, Fang Jiang—the Emperor of Endless Night—stood firm. His aura, like limitless darkness, enveloped the cosmos. Behind him, the Heavenly Eye Falcon spread its colossal wings, their span stretching thousands of cosmic miles. Each feather was a sharp dimensional blade, each flicker of its gaze revealing a thousand deaths awaiting Hei Xuan. Its massive form was shrouded in shimmering silver plumage that reflected the light of dead stars, and from its tail hung seven thousand immortal souls, suspended and bleeding throughout history, their laments hidden within the unending void.

"The end has come, Hei Xuan,"

Fang Jiang's voice was heavy, like an eternal hammer striking the gates of time, echoing its threat across the void.

He raised his hand, forming an ancient mudra capable of severing laws. From his fingertips, threads of dimensional law unraveled, twisting reality. The Heavenly Eye Falcon shot forward, an unstoppable lightning streak of emptiness. The Dark Night Phoenix's wings were torn, shattering into thousands of fragments of dark law, scattering in all directions, each shard carrying with it a curse of eternity. Jet-black blood gushed from the Phoenix, forming miniature galaxies that crumbled in an instant.

From the other side, Empress Yu Hengye, the Eternal Queen of Night, stepped forth, her movements like the slow dance of stars. Her form was the living embodiment of unending darkness, her obsidian gown like a moving sea of stars, radiating a soul-freezing chill. At her feet, the Ancient Moon Wolf padded silently, its silver fur reflecting the light of dying stars. Its eyes were a pair of blood-red moons, emanating an ancient thirst for blood. When it howled, the sound tore through seven layers of dimensions, shaking both immortal realms and mortal worlds, a death cry bubbling from the depths of space. Behind Empress Yu Hengye, sigils of law revolved in solemn procession, each radiating a pulsating primordial power.

"Your death will be written by my hand, Hei Xuan,"

Yu Hengye's voice, cold and sharp as an ice blade, pierced the void's silence.

There was no war cry. No roar of bravery or defiance. Only the sound of crumbling laws, the void singing in destruction.

Above the ruined sky, Emperor Wu Heng stood atop shattered star debris, his feet treading upon cosmic dust. His Infernal Hellfire Pupil blazed red-black, a pupil flickering with uncontrolled annihilation fire. Every gaze of his incinerated the souls of realms, turning them to ash in an instant. Primal hellfire blazed around him, unquenchable by laws, unyielding to the void, devouring all that approached, even light itself.

"Seven hundred thousand kalpas are enough. This world has no place for you," Wu Heng's roar, burning the air and souls.

Elsewhere, Emperor Bai Cang—wielder of the Heaven's Severance Eye—stood upon a surging vortex of laws, his energy pure and deadly. His left eye was empty, a terrifying black hole, yet his right eye gleamed with a piercing silver-blue light. His pupil emanated severing beams of law, capable of cutting any bond in the universe. In his hand, a sword forged from fragments of shattered space and time, its blade shimmering with unstable light, cleaving reality with its mere movement.

"With a single glance, I shall sever your ties to every law of this world," Bai Cang whispered, his voice as deadly as death's own breath.

The sky dimmed, as if holding its breath. In the distance, a primordial black hole opened, gaping like the mouth of hell. The Void Abyss Leviathan roamed among dimensional folds, its massive body tearing the fabric of space. Within its horrifying maw, hundreds of immortal souls flickered like dying stars, their lamenting cries swallowed by the void.

"I refuse… I refuse… Demons will always triumph over gods!"

The Heavenly Demon Emperor burned his soul, sacrificing what remained of his life for the Heaven Demonic Slaughter Sword—the demonic blade that had followed him along the path of darkness for hundreds of thousands of kalpas. A memory surfaced, like a flash of lightning in a storm. A simple home in the mortal realm. Young Hei Xuan running through a bright field of flowers. The sun shining brightly. White clouds smiling from above.

"Xuan'er! It's midday—still playing?"

A young woman. A gentle smile. A broom in hand. Hope shone in her eyes, destined for ruin. Young Hei Xuan laughed heartily, his laughter pure and innocent. The woman smiled faintly, her gaze filled with unconditional love.

That day, blood spilled. His mother was slain by a heretical cultivator, a blind demon hunter. The child dragged her corpse, his small hands stained with thick blood, not yet fully comprehending death, not yet fully comprehending that deadly pain. The world shifted, from vibrant colors to monochrome. His hands were stained red. Kalpa after kalpa etched with vengeance. Slaying gods. Defying fate. Remembered as the Heavenly Demon Emperor.

Another memory fragment still clung, like a ghost in his mind.

"Xuan'er, when you become strong… what will you do with your power?"

Young Hei Xuan thought hard, tapping his small chin, his face serious.

"I will live forever and never die, Mother. I will protect you and we will always be together."

The woman smiled, a smile that now felt like poison on Hei Xuan's tongue.

"Heavenly Demonic Slaughter… open," Hei Xuan whispered, his voice filled with brutal resolve, a final decision.

The battlefield darkened, the energy of destruction climaxing. The Dark Night Phoenix roared once more as its body was torn apart, every shred of flesh and feather transforming into surging fragments of law. Hei Xuan fell to his knees, his breath ragged, his body trembling violently. His hand clutched his shattered chest. His Void Abyss Eclipse Eye flickered, refusing to shatter, emitting a final light of defiance.

The Five Emperors moved, their auras merging. Light, darkness, heavenly tribulation, primal fire—all converged, forming a colossal dimensional vortex ready to devour everything.

The sky crumbled. Time stopped. The universe bled.

"Hei Xuan…" a faint whisper drifted from the abyss of memory.

A bitter laugh escaped his blood-stained lips.

All this time… he had forgotten.

Not immortality. Not domination.

But to protect.

The Void Abyss Eclipse Eye cracked, a thin line appearing in its luminous pupil. The Dark Night Phoenix screamed, its final cry echoing throughout the void. With a single horrifying burst of energy, the Five Emperors were flung backward, their immortal bodies bouncing like rag dolls. The demonic blade, Heaven Demonic Slaughter, rose from the void, its blade gleaming with a deadly black light.

"That…" Fang Jiang choked, his eyes wide with indescribable terror.

It was not a demonic art.

Not a divine technique.

It was…

"Old wine poured. Stars as witnesses. One slash… the world falls silent."

Heaven Demonic Slaughter cleaved the sky, an infinite, jet-black line. Color vanished from existence. Black and white enveloped everything, as if a cosmic artist's brush painted upon an empty canvas.

"A cup of wine drowns a thousand grudges. Half a life spent in storms… why chase immortality."

The sky exploded.

Eternal stars shattered into dust.

The Dark Night Phoenix wailed, its body becoming a rain of eternal black feathers, each feather carrying the essence of hatred.

"This slash… is not for immortality."

One step forward. A tattered body. The Void Abyss Eclipse Eye shattered, its black fragments vanishing into the void.

A final flicker of fire within its pupil.

"...but for my mother… and the child I never held."

Heaven Demonic Slaughter drew its line across the void, a dividing line between existence and annihilation.

The sky, the ocean of stars, the Void Abyss split in two.

The world divided: eternal black, and endless white.

"That's… Forbidden Ancestral Style!" Fang Jiang shrieked, his voice breaking with fear.

Eternal Severance of All Things.

"I, Hei Xuan… cleave this world… not to live—but to erase hatred."

The Five Emperors were flung far, their immortal bodies crushed. Their souls were cast aside, screaming in torment. The Void Abyss Leviathan roared in pain, its flesh consumed by fire. The void flame devoured the ancient beast, turning it into cosmic ash.

The sky wept, its tears drops of energy that eroded reality.

Time came to a complete halt.

Dimensions were torn.

In his final moment, Hei Xuan gazed at the cloven sea of stars.

"If one day… a mortal child inherits my will… grant them passage."

His body disintegrated, merging with the void, becoming part of emptiness itself.

Heaven Demonic Slaughter remained standing, impaled within the Void Abyss, an eternal monument of nothingness, its blade piercing the core of emptiness, creating a permanent, unhealable fracture. And in the distance… a single white flower petal drifted down.

The flower petal young Hei Xuan had once picked for his mother.

The sky cracked, its scars eternal. Time ceased its flow, rivers of stars freezing into silver pathways suspended in the void. No sound remained. No wind of time. Only the faint, still trembling ripple of dimensions, unwilling to touch the battlefield drenched in ancestral blood. The ocean of emptiness mourned softly, writhing like the dying body of the cosmos. Eternal mist drifted, shrouding the irreparable wounds of the world. Fragile dimensions floated like shards of a shattered mirror, reflecting the ruins of what had been.

At its heart, Heaven Demonic Slaughter stood proudly, unmoving, unyielding. Its blade penetrated dimensions, creating a permanent fracture in the ancient void. Around it, the sea of Void Flame still danced, though its master was gone. Purple-black flames flickered slowly, burning the laws of air, erasing particles of time, leaving a trace of pure emptiness. From afar, a single white flower petal drifted, piercing the dimensional debris, wandering aimlessly above the ocean of void. Within each petal, a faint image of a small child laughing beneath a morning sky was vaguely reflected—a soul long forgotten by the world.

Far across the horizon of emptiness, the surviving Immortal Emperors remained unmoving. Their bodies were shattered, their souls torn. Hellfire still burned half of Wu Heng's form. Fang Jiang's right arm was severed, gaping like a small chasm. Yu Hengye stood upon the ruins of stars, her eyes vacant as she gazed at the slowly revolving vortex of laws. No one cheered for victory. No one celebrated Hei Xuan's demise. For they knew, the war never truly ended. Only one body was lost. His hatred, his curse, his will, and his fury still echoed through the world's bones.

In the distance, the dying Void Abyss Leviathan groaned. Its body split, void poison mixed with immortal blood oozing into lakes of nothingness. The hundreds of immortal souls trapped within its jaws faded, becoming fragments of light before vanishing completely. The primordial black hole remained open. No law could seal it. That eternal vortex remained as a mark for future generations, a silent witness that here—the cosmos once bled.

The sky no longer shone. Four eternal suns remained as empty husks. Their light extinguished, leaving only white embers amidst the dark mist. Fallen dimensions overlapped, forming ruins of space and time. Broken laws floated like torn threads, and amidst them, the echo of Hei Xuan's voice still lingered.

"If one day… a mortal child inherits my will… grant them passage."

That whisper, like a curse, vibrated through the veins of the universe, permeating the depths of the Void Abyss, into every fracture of nothingness. Time stumbled back into motion, yet its gait was crippled. The Immortal Emperors slowly turned, one by one averting their gaze from the battlefield that left no victor. The Dark Night Phoenix had become ash. The once feared Void Abyss Eclipse Eye was now just a faint crack in the air.

The tale was sealed. Buried in the deepest layers of the Void Abyss. Forbidden to be spoken. Forbidden to be written. Forbidden to be remembered. The ancestors recorded it in hidden tomes, not to be passed down, but to be forgotten. For in their hearts, they all knew… no matter how deeply wounds are buried—an eternal will never truly fades.

Far in the distance, beyond seven shattered dimensions, that single white flower petal still danced.

Silent. Vanished. Eternal.