"Not all who die are reborn.Not all whose Dao is destroyed are granted another path.But if one erased by the myriad realms walks forth from the void…Then who, truly, writes the mandate of Heaven?"
She Emerges from the Void – A Fragment of an Era Erased
She arrived without sound.A woman cloaked in black brocade robes untouched by wind, as if untethered from the world of form.Her mask, dark as dusk, bore carvings of ancient sigils from a time forgotten.Each step she took fractured the earth beneath Lâm Mạc's feet into drifting ash—as though even the ground could not withstand the weight of her memories.
"I am no longer human.But I remember you."
Her voice was low, distant—like a wind echoing from a bygone era.
"You… carry the Ashen Dao, do you not?""Then you, too… can see me."
Lâm Mạc remained silent, his breath disordered.For the first time, his Dao Heart trembled—not from fear, but because…the shadows in his blood resonated with her very presence.
"Who… are you?"
She replied, her eyes vast and deep as a void vortex:
"I am the last of the Lawless Dao.""And the one who once defied the Heavenly Dao… with a single embrace."
In ancient chronicles, it is whispered that in the Age of Eternal Reincarnation,there lived a woman named Tử Huyền,who birthed a Dao beyond classification:
A path that defied righteousness and evil, measured no realms, and required no cultivation.She needed only to believe in someone—and she could gift them a part of her power.
A Dao of no law, no standard, no balance.
"Lawless – not a rejection of principle,but a path where only the human heart remains."
Because of this, she was cast out by all sects.The heavens condemned her as a heretic of chaos.In the end… she was sealed within the Void Abyss—a realm without time, without reincarnation.
Tử Huyền looked down upon Lâm Mạc.Her hand gently touched his chest.His ashen blood stirred violently.
"Your blood… is what I once dreamed of, in my final breath.""I cannot return to life…But I can let a fragment of my Dao live on through you."
A torrent of memories flooded Lâm Mạc's soul:
A violet-clad maiden kneeling before ten thousand cultivators, crying:
"Why must we divide ranks when all are human?"
A final embrace—bestowing her entire cultivation upon a dying child.
One last gaze—as thirteen Celestial Lords shattered her soul—yet she held no hatred, no regret.
Each droplet of her memory merged with Lâm Mạc's blood.And within his Dantian, a new sigil ignited:
"The Second Dao – Lawless Soulbind."
Her mask cracked, revealing a beauty too pure for this realm.Not seductive. Not divine.Just… heartbreakingly lonely.
She looked into Lâm Mạc's eyes—as if entrusting all that remained.
"I lived my life for others…But in the end, none lived for me."
"If my Dao can live once more…Then please, give it that chance."
Tử Huyền stepped forward—and embraced him.Lâm Mạc's entire being trembled.A second Dao Heart emerged:
No sensation. No measurement.Only connection.
A new realm approached:
Illusory Realm of Lawless Connection – a stage where emotion guides the Dao.
The sky began to fracture.
And from beyond the heavens, a voice thundered:
"No! He must not complete the Second Dao!""He will become the origin of Chaotic Dao!"