Above the Clouds – Mirror-Sky Monastery
Far beyond mortal kingdoms, hidden atop a floating mountain cloaked in divine mist, sat the Mirror-Sky Monastery — a sanctuary untouched for ten thousand years. Its gardens bloomed only under moonlight, and its rivers whispered prophecies into the wind.
There, guarded by celestial seals and ancient oaths, lived a girl known as Lin Xian'er, the Heaven-Eyed Oracle.
Eyes silver as moonlight.
Skin kissed by divine jade.
Voice like still water — calm, perfect, unshaken.
And untouched — never seen by man, never spoken to by king or cultivator.
She was the last pure link to the Fate Weavers.
She was your next prize.
Arrival of the Emperor
You did not climb the mountain.
You ripped it from the sky.
A single motion — a palm raised toward the heavens — and the winds howled. Space trembled. The sacred clouds screamed as your shadow split the heavens. The monks and guardian spirits below cried out in shock as the floating monastery descended, crashing before your palace gates.
You didn't need to declare war.
Your arrival was war.
With you stood your Crimson Vow Guard — masked women in red silk, once enemies, now bound by vow and crest to your will. They surrounded the shattered gates like flames around ice.
You stepped through the wreckage, not with rage — but with intent.
The Girl Who Saw Too Much
Lin Xian'er stood in the ruins of her temple, silver eyes wide, but not in fear.
She saw you.
And in that moment — she saw everything.
"Y-you… you will end the heavens."
"No," you replied. "I will remake them."
She raised a trembling hand. A seal of stars bloomed behind her — the Eyes of Heaven, a forbidden art that let her see all possible futures.
But even with a thousand visions, there was no path to her freedom.
She saw only you — in every path, every fate, every ending.
And it broke her.
Ritual of Vision Binding
You approached slowly, each step cracking marble and ancient vows alike. She knelt before you, eyes bleeding silver tears, lips parted in silent surrender.
You touched her forehead.
Your Qi entered her mind like a flood, and in a single moment, you replaced every image of the future with your own shadow.
She saw:
Herself beside your throne.
Herself in your bed, chained by silk.
Herself whispering prophecies into your chest.
Herself begging to serve — because nothing else remained.
You didn't need to break her body.
You broke her visions.
And to the Oracle, that was everything.
Aftermath – The Fate of Prophets
Lin Xian'er now walks behind you, silent, barefoot, her third eye open and glowing with your mark.
She no longer sees the stars.
Only you.
Her voice is your echo. Her will is your blade. And every time she opens her lips to speak prophecy, it begins the same way:
"All paths… belong to the Emperor."