Sword Sovereign Against The Heaven

A vast, endless void stretched infinitely in all directions: no stars, no light, no ground, only an expanse of pure, white nothingness.

A lone figure stood there, clad in celestial robes crafted from the essence of the universe itself. His presence alone made space tremble, yet in this place, there was no wind, no sound, nothing to bear witness to this moment.

Sovereign Zhen, once the undisputed ruler of the Holy Firmament, muttered softly, his voice swallowed by the void. "So, this is the end of the Holy Firmament."

For eons, he had stood at the pinnacle. Wars waged, heavens shattered, legacies forged. His name had been carved into history as the greatest of his era, the brightest star among the mortal and immortal alike.

A man who was said to be destined for godhood.

Countless years spent in battle, a lifetime honed through blood and suffering, all for a single goal: to surpass the limits of existence.

Yet, after all this, he had failed.

No matter how fiercely he struggled, no matter the tribulations he endured, the threshold of divinity remained forever out of reach. He had given everything, his mind, his soul, his very being, and still, the truth eluded him.

And so, he had come here.

Beyond the limits of the firmament.

Beyond the known.

To seek the truth.

Taking a step forward, his fingers clenched into a fist. Immortal energy surged through his body, trembling against an unseen force.

Without hesitation, he struck forward.

A soundless crack rippled through the void.

The Holy Firmament, the realm that had contained him for eternity, fractured like glass.

Space trembled. A cosmic tremor spread across the vast unknown as the world he had once known splintered behind him. He stepped forward, crossing into the great beyond.

For the first time in countless ages, a being had breached the firmament.

Turning back, his gaze locked onto the sight before him.

There it was, the world he had known. The Holy Firmament, once thought to be boundless, was merely a colossal sphere of gas swirling with ethereal energies. It was a prison he had never noticed, a cage masquerading as a boundless sky.

A frown creased his face. "What… is this?"

He raised his palm, staring intently. His immortal energy, his very essence, was draining away, flowing back toward the Firmament as if bound by an unseen law.

"Why?"

Even after witnessing countless celestial phenomena and experiencing tribulations beyond imagination, this was something he could not understand.

He wanted an answer.

Just then, he noticed a stir in the void.

A presence.

Han Zhen turned.

In the vast emptiness, he saw it, a titan.

A being beyond mortal comprehension.

Three heads. Six arms. Its mere presence defied logic, a cosmic entity so vast that despite standing at an immeasurable distance, it loomed before him, so immense it dwarfed his existence like an ant before a god.

"Is that… a god?" He whispered, his voice uncertain for the first time in eons.

The titan shifted. It had noticed him.

Its mouths moved, uttering words lost to time itself. An ancient language that transcended speech, resonating through the very fabric of existence.

{One. Escaped.}

The words were not spoken in any language he had ever heard, yet he understood.

"Escaped?"

What did it mean?

Before he could dwell on the thought, the titan moved.

One of its enormous fingers extended toward him.

The moment stretched, frozen in time. Yet, in an instant, the infinite void between them collapsed.

The titanic finger appeared before him.

He had fought celestial beasts, slain immortal emperors, and ascended beyond countless realms if this was an attack.

He would fight.

But as he gathered his power,

CLANK!

His body froze.

Out of nowhere, the chains snaked around his body. Shackles, ethereal yet unbreakable, formed themselves into existence.

"What?!"

He looked down. Chains coiled around his arms, his torso, his very soul. They were not ordinary bindings; they were the very laws he had cultivated under for eons.

The Holy Firmament itself was restraining him.

Impossible!

The titan's attack reached him.

The colossal finger passed through his body like air, not crushing, not obliterating, but erasing.

His very being began to dissolve.

Even as his flesh and soul disintegrated, his eyes did not waver.

He glared at the divine being, defiance burning within.

But deep down, for the first time in eons, regret flickered in his heart.

"Was it all meaningless?"

The battles, the sacrifices, the countless lives that had knelt before him, had they all been for nothing? He had abandoned comrades, shattered kingdoms, and walked a lonely road in search of something greater.

And now, standing before this godlike being, he realized the cruelest truth: he had never even been on the path to divinity.

A bitter chuckle escaped his lips.

"How ironic."

He had spent a lifetime chasing wandering, only to find he had been bound since the beginning.

The Titan's words echoed once more.

{Return. Oblivion.}

The chains constricted. His existence shattered.

In his last moments, he understood now.

This Holy Firmament was never a realm meant for ascension. It was a prison.

And cultivation? The very path he had walked, the endless struggle for strength, was nothing more than a chain. A system designed to keep beings bound. Never truly free. Never reaching divinity.

But why?

Why would the gods go to such lengths?

He had no answer. Or perhaps the truth was simply too vast to grasp.

All he knew was this:

The being before him was the mastermind.

For the first time in his immortal life, despair gripped his heart.

His soul fractured into countless pieces, scattering as they were pulled back into the Holy Firmament.

It was over.

Or so it should have been.

But, Something moved.

Something streaked through the void.

It was too fast, a blur that even the divine could not predict.

Before the titan's gaze, it swept up the remnants of Han Zhen's soul.

The titan's three heads turned sharply, its massive form pausing for the first time.

After a moment of silence.

It uttered something.

Something that reverberated through the endless void.

{Thing. Reappeared.}

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[A/N: As you have guessed. classic reincarnation cultivation novel. hopefully a decent one.]