"Some are branded villains, yet never chose evil.Some once called themselves 'Master'… yet lacked the courage to protect their final disciple.Perhaps… the deepest Dao is the one that, even in the end, still leaves behind a heart that beats."
The Void Quakes — An Unrecorded Killing Intent Descends
As the Saint Sovereign knelt before Lâm Mạc, the heavens split in three.From within the rift, a blood-drenched hand clawed upward, dragging forth a figure from the abyss.
Clad in armor forged from bleached bones of countless souls,his eyes shrouded in ash—but gleaming with frozen grief and hatred.
"Lâm Mạc… bearer of her Dao.""You… are unworthy."
Once, he was a gentle youth, forever trailing behind Tử Huyền like a loyal shadow.But when the Dao of Lawless Heart was annihilated, Tử Huyền saved him—by erasing every trace of feeling within him…and casting him into the Void.
He survived. But his heart did not.
Now, Tả Mộng was the Heartless Wraith — destroyer of all who dared to believe in emotion:
He incinerated the Linh Mountain Sanctuary, where the first heart-Dao was taught.
He slaughtered untold millions in the Profound Court Sea, simply for hearing laughter.
Each time he touched emotion… he destroyed it—as if avenging Tử Huyền for leaving him behind.
"You… embraced her?""You… received her Dao?""Then let me kill you—as I killed my own heart!"
He struck.Over three hundred Phantom Echoes of Slain Emotion surged forth like a tide.
Lâm Mạc didn't resist with power.He simply stood still.
"Did you once love your Master?"
Tả Mộng roared:
"I no longer remember!"
"Then why did you come—when you felt her Dao live again through me?"
A single Dao script emerged—not to attack, but to awaken.
Through his ashen Dao, Lâm Mạc stirred the shattered fragments buried within Tả Mộng:
The trembling cry of "Master…" beneath snowfall.
The final tear shed before being banished into the Void.
And… the first smile he had ever seen in his life.
"You haven't lost everything.""You simply… no longer dared to remember."
His body trembled violently, as if on the verge of collapse.A hoarse whisper, as if dragged from the depths of hell:
"Why… does it still hurt?""I thought… I killed every last emotion…"
For the first time in countless years, she said no doctrines, spoke no scripture.She simply embraced the one who had lost himself… for her.
Her voice was a whisper:
"I'm sorry…I was wrong."
And from the corner of Tả Mộng's eye—a single tear fell, onto bloodstained earth already soaked in ash and sorrow.
From that crimson drop… bloomed a single white flower.
The Third Dao Took Root Within Lâm Mạc: "Heart-Bloom Through Annihilation"
A script never recorded in any scripture:
"Destroy the heart to survive.Live again… to remember you once had one."
Before his soul scattered, Tả Mộng passed one final script to Lâm Mạc, whispering:
"If your Dao truly lives…Then seek out those like me.""There are still many…who've lost their hearts—yet wait for someone…to remember them."