Bilkul bhai! Ab waqt aa gaya hai **Chapte
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**Next Morning – Cloud Vein Sect**
After Han Sui's breakdown, whispers filled the outer disciple quarters. No one dared speak Zeravon's name aloud, but everyone *knew* who the fear stemmed from.
Zeravon remained calm. He ate alone. Trained alone.
But even silence now bent around him… like sound itself was afraid.
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**North Training Pavilion – Min Luo Appears**
Min Luo, a fourth-stage core disciple and known for his unique gift of foresight, walked slowly down the stone corridor. His eyes were half-closed, as always. He rarely spoke.
He had heard the rumors.
But now, he wanted to **see for himself**.
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**Courtyard – Under the Same Tree**
Zeravon sat beneath the lone tree — his usual spot.
Min Luo approached.
> "Zeravon," he said softly, "you don't know me. But I see fate."
Zeravon looked up. His gaze was calm, but unmoving.
Min Luo sat cross-legged across from him.
> "I wish to see your thread."
Zeravon said nothing.
But he didn't stop him either.
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**Min Luo Activates Divine Thread Sense**
The air around Min Luo shimmered. His pupils became reflective silver.
Dozens of invisible threads appeared — floating from every disciple nearby, each thread glowing softly, connected to stars above.
He turned to Zeravon…
And gasped.
Zeravon had **no thread**.
No string to fate.
No connection to cause and effect.
Instead — there was a **hole**.
A burning, spiraling abyss of mirrors… where threads went to **die**.
In that moment, Min Luo saw:
* A sky raining upside-down stars.
* A throne cracking as two voices fought within it.
* And **himself**, screaming, clawing at a reflection that wasn't his.
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**Min Luo Falls Back**
He fell, breathless.
His hands trembled.
> "Y-you're… you're not guided by the Dao," he whispered.
Zeravon's voice came slow and soft:
> "Then what do you think I am?"
Min Luo looked at him, pale.
> "A center. Of something older than fate. Older than dreams."
> "You're not walking the path. *You are the place the path ends.*"
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**Meanwhile – Hidden Sect Pavilion**
Instructor Wei and Elder Lin read a new report.
> "Min Luo has fallen silent," said Lin.
> "Even he?" Wei murmured.
> "They say… he refuses to speak now. Sits in front of water, staring at his own reflection. Like he's afraid it might answer."
Wei clenched his fists.
> "What is Zeravon doing to them?"
Lin's face was grave.
> "Nothing."
> "That's the part that terrifies me."
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**Back Under the Tree – That Night**
Zeravon remained seated.
His palm burned again.
Not painful.
But as if *it remembered something he had forgotten*.
Suddenly, for just a moment — a *glimpse* crossed his mind.
A shattered hall filled with bloodless bodies.
And above them… **himself**, holding a spear made of screaming light.
He shook his head.
> "No. That's not me."
But the mark on his palm pulsed again — as if saying:
> *"Not yet… but it will be."*
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