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Lord of the Forgotten Paths

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"There are cultivators who ascend by mastering power. And there are those who ascend by dismantling it." In a world where strength is measured by the brilliance of one’s Qi, Li Shen is a shadow—an outer sect servant with no spiritual talent, no clan, and no future. Until the day he uncovers a vault long erased from history. Buried beneath the Azure Flame Sect lies a loom of threads—a relic from a forgotten era, capable of unraveling the very laws of reality. Time. Cause. Spirit. Even Fate. Where others build power, Li Shen begins to dissect it. With eyes that see the unseen and logic colder than steel, he rewrites techniques mid-combat, dismantles cultivation methods like faulty equations, and unravels entire sects with a flick of his hand. But each thread pulled has a cost. Ancient beings stir. Forbidden truths surface. And as Li Shen grows stronger, the world begins to fray around him. Some legacies are forged in blood. His will be etched in silence. The path to ascension does not lead up. For Li Shen, it leads down—into the forgotten.
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Chapter 1 - Prolounge

There are legends of men who reached the heavens.

Swords that split continents. Flames that burned time itself. Techniques that summoned stars from beyond the void.

But those are tales of builders—those who added to the world.

This is not their story.

This is the story of the one who took things away.

The one who saw the threads between all things—life and death, soul and stone, time and truth—and quietly began to pull.

He was not born special. He did not awaken to divine talent, nor did fate shine upon him with golden light. No ancient beast chose him. No dying sage bequeathed him power.

They called him a nobody. A servant sweeping floors in a sect that barely noticed his existence.

His name was Li Shen.

And they should have left him forgotten.

For beneath their temple, beneath the arrogance of generations, lay a ruin erased from memory. A silent vault built not to empower—but to contain.

He found it.

Inside, he discovered a loom.

Not one that wove destiny…

…but one that could unravel it.

With each chapter of his journey, the world began to change.

He severed threads that were not meant to be touched—cultivation foundations, karmic bindings, ancient laws woven into the bones of reality.

He dismantled sects without lifting a blade.

He defeated prodigies by correcting the equations of their power.

He tore down truths that had stood for millennia.

And slowly, silently, he became something the world had no name for.

Not hero. Not villain.

Something colder.

Something precise.

By the time they realized what he was…

It was too late.

Entire sects vanished, not in flame, but in forgetting.

History rewrote itself to exclude him.

And still, he walked forward—alone, calculating, eternal.

But even he could not remain forever.

In the end, he vanished… without a trace.

Only a single phrase remains, whispered by the few who study forbidden texts and walk broken ruins:

"There was once a thread that should never have been pulled."

And somewhere, in a chamber no one can find, a loom still waits…For the next forgotten soul curious enough to reach forward.