That night, Li Hao stood alone atop one of the Six Peaks, overlooking the endless sea of clouds.
The wind brushed past him softly.
Inside his Soul Sea, three martial souls existed in harmony.
Ice.
Lightning.
And now—flame.
In his hand, the locket glowed faintly.
The sprite rested quietly within, her presence calm yet reassuring.
Li Hao looked toward the sky.
Once, he had been denied by heaven.
Cast aside as nothing.
But now—
He walked a path no one else could.
A path beyond limits.
A path of creation.
His fist clenched slightly.
"If heaven stands in my way…"
His voice was calm—but absolute.
"Then I will surpass it."
Far above, the stars shimmered.
As if witnessing the rise of something that should not exist.