The world shook.
Not from earthquakes or divine wrath.
But from a power not meant to awaken this soon.
Within Feng Mo's Blood Requiem Space, the black tree convulsed. Its trunk split with a deafening crack, revealing a ninth vein-bud, deep violet and coiled in a spiral of soul-chains.
WARNING: Ninth Vein Unstable. Premature Awakening May Result in Mental Collapse.
He didn't care.
The First Wraith Envoy floated above him, fully unsealed—his aura a void storm, devouring qi, sound, and reason.
All around them, Ash Avatars and Resentment Phantoms were falling. Ling Xue was locked in combat against three Core Elders alone, her blade coated in blood.
"If I don't open this Vein now…"
"We all die."
He knelt in the soul realm and pressed his forehead to the ninth bud.
"Open."
The bud screamed.
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Ninth Vein: Calamity Requiem
The Requiem Tree wailed as black lightning tore through the branches. The lotus petals of prior veins twisted and darkened, their essences coalescing into the ninth vein's root.
Ninth Vein Unsealed — Calamity Requiem.
This Vein invokes karmic backlash from heaven and earth, allowing the bearer to temporarily wield fate-warping force… at great cost.
Side Effects: Physical decomposition, memory erosion, identity fracture.
Feng Mo's body erupted in red glyphs. His veins turned black. His eyes blazed gold and violet.
"Let calamity descend."
Battle Ascends: Wraith vs Requiem
The First Envoy launched forward, palm aimed to erase Feng Mo's entire bloodline imprint.
"Void Heaven Palm—Null Domain!"
Feng Mo met him midair, spinning with his Phantom Severing Glaive now infused with fate-warping aura.
"Ninth Pulse — Judgment of Calamity!"
Their powers collided—and reality tore.
The sky above cracked. Time slowed. Both combatants were suspended in a frozen moment where only karma moved.
Feng Mo saw it all—his past choices, their ripple effects, and the one golden thread tying him to survival.
He seized it.
And brought the glaive down.
CRASH!!!
The First Wraith Envoy's body exploded into fragments of void and soul ash, screaming in a thousand voices.
"What are you—!?"
"The end of the lie," Feng Mo whispered, collapsing as blood sprayed from every pore.
The Price of Power
The battlefield fell silent.
The Sect's army faltered—leaderless, stunned, terrified.
But Feng Mo's skin peeled in places. His vision blurred. His soul felt split.
"The Calamity Vein is not something I can use twice," he thought.
He turned toward Ling Xue, barely standing.
"We leave. Now."
She grabbed him, and the two vanished into the mist with the help of a Requiem talisman.
The Soul-Forging Plains were left burning, filled with broken banners and the whispers of fallen warriors—some still clinging to hate.
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In the Aftermath
Far away, deep in the forbidden chamber of the Sect's high council, a figure clad in silver opened their eyes.
"The Ninth Vein has awakened."
"Then the prophecy is real."
Behind them, a sealed crystal coffin began to crack.
Inside it lay a man with the same eyes as Feng Mo.
"He's returned... and the Vessel of Ruin breathes again."
To be continued…
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🕯️ Chapter 15 Summary:
Feng Mo forcibly awakens the Ninth Vein: Calamity Requiem, a karmic power that distorts fate itself.
Defeats the First Wraith Envoy in a cataclysmic soul-judgment clash.
The cost of using the Ninth Vein begins to eat away at his body and mind.
Escapes the battlefield with Ling Xue, barely alive.
Sect high council now acknowledges Feng Mo as a Vessel of Ruin, tied to a hidden prophecy—and possibly a long-forgotten figure sealed in crystal.