Tianming wandered again, this time not in fear — but in search.
The blade led him to ruins, to memories buried in stone. He learned of the Moon Lotus Sect, once protectors of balance, now shattered. He found fragments of their writings, mentions of an entity known as the Hollow God — and of a blade meant to seal it.
His name began to echo in whispers. "The boy with the cursed sword." "The flame walker."
And yet, none knew him.
In a forest of bone-pale trees, he stood at the edge of what had once been Linhe. The wind carried ash again.
The Heavenbreaker vibrated.
And Tianming stepped into his past — ready to ignite the embers that still smoldered.