The sky was like ink, a heavy, oppressive force descending from the nine heavens as if an invisible giant hand were gripping the throat of all creation. He stood alone at the world’s peak, tattered war banners fluttering violently behind him—the only relics left by countless fallen comrades.

In his hand, the sword named "Scalebreaker" held the last glimmer of starlight at its edge, waging a futile struggle against this eternal darkness. He remembered when the sky had once been azure, when sunlight had warmed the earth. Until that day, when the so-called "Heavenly Dao" manifested, treating all living things as straw dogs, imposing a merciless order, draining the world’s spiritual energy, extinguishing the flames of mortal life, and grinding all who resisted into dust.

The blood of his comrades had soaked the soil beneath his feet; the tears of his beloved had frozen into ice crystals in the bitter wind. Despair surged like a tide, drowning every survivor—except for the fire in his heart. It was not hope, for hope was too extravagant. It was resolve—a resolve to burn everything, if only to leave a scar.

"Heaven seeks to destroy me? Then I shall slay Heaven!" The hoarse roar tore from his throat, more earth-shattering than thunder. He looked up, his gaze like two tempered swords, piercing toward the unfathomable source of darkness. "You set the rules? You decide life and death? By what right?"

His body began to burn—not with flame, but with the last of his life essence, the unfulfilled wills of countless fallen, the defiant cries still echoing from the depths of the earth. They gathered into a pillar of light, tearing through the heavy curtain of night.

The sword "Scalebreaker" trembled with a dragon-like hum, merging with him into one. There was no intricate technique, no world-shaking declaration—only the simplest, purest strike, condensed from his entire being. A strike aimed unflinchingly at the very core of the supreme "Heaven."

"Let me—cleave this sky apart!"

Where the blade met its target, the darkness began to crack like glass, emitting a grating, agonized shriek. A light—long absent, warm yet piercing—poured through the fissure. He smiled, his body dissipating within the radiance. He knew this strike might not kill "Heaven," but it would surely tear open this suffocating night, allowing those who came after to see that even the heavens above were not an unchallengeable eternity.

The crack widened; the light rushed forth. A new legend, perhaps, was beginning with this act of defiance—treasonous, yet earth-shattering.#内容挖矿焕新公测开启 #黄金白银再创新高