Chapter 49:
The Blood Debt of the Seventh Heaven
Across the shimmering void between realms, in the exalted halls of the Seventh Heaven—a domain ruled not by gods but by sovereigns of absolutes—the air grew heavy. An ancestral altar trembled, its ancient flames flickering with ominous hues. From it, wisps of golden blood essence spiraled upward, unraveling in anguish.
The elders of the Seventh Clan were in council—the very ones who had sealed the ancient taboo bloodline—all had suffered because off it. The Inheritance had awakened. And not just awakened, but bonded.
Their stolen victory of millennia past had begun to sour. The forbidden bloodline, one they thought wiped clean from existence, now pulsed again in a new host. Errin. The Outsider. A name that would soon echo like a curse in their scrolls of prophecy.
The Grand Patriarch coughed violently, golden-red blood continuously staining the silken sleeve of his divine robes. Around him, a council of celestial sages trembled in rhythm to his suffering too The blood they had forcefully extracted from Errin's lineage, refined over eons into power-essence for their cultivation, now rebelled within their very veins Leaving in chaos....
"Impossible…" one muttered. "The seal should've held for ten thousand generations." Somebody shoud explain what happened?
Where is the Deacon of Galaxy affairs?
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"He is not just a carrier," said another, more fearful. "He has bonded. The bloodline accepts him. The ancestors… they are watching again."
Panic followed wisdom. They knew what this meant.
If left unchecked, Errin would not only restore the ancient bloodline—he would become its core. Its will. Its judge.
They could not allow that.They couldn't let the other clan ancestors to know the truth.
Their clan will be Besieged and exterminated....If all the story will be told...their survival and their heritage will be in jeopardy.....Impossible!!!!!!!
And so they enacted the Crimson Directive, a decree never spoken aloud since the Great War of the Blood Seals. A thousand contracts were signed with death. A hundred thousand spirit-forged weapons were awakened from tombs.secretly.
The Terminator Host was dispatched—scores of nightmare warriors, unfeeling, unthinking executioners of ancestral orders. They were forged not to conquer—but to erase.
Their mission: scour the galactic universe for the inheritor.
Eliminate him. Eliminate the inheritance.
Wipe Errin from existence.
These were no ordinary assassins. Each Terminator carried the will of an extinct god, their bodies enhanced with soul-technology from forgotten civilizations. They could travel between worlds with a single breath, tear through dimensions like parchment, and burn the karma from a soul with a touch.
And above them all flew the Banner of Silence—the ultimate authority of the Seventh Heaven's wrath.
Back in the mortal world, Errin stirred. He felt it. A ripple in the distance. Like the closing of a thousand eyes all turning to him.
The hunt had begun.
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