Chapter 15: When Stars Remember Names
“To plant peace in one world is noble. But when other worlds begin to bloom from its fragrance… then eternity truly begins.”
— The Whispering Flame Scrolls, Eternal Year 87
The Eternal Realm thrived—not in silence, but in song.
Its harmony echoed across dimensions, flowing through spiritual rivers, awakening slumbering spirits in distant corners of existence. Mortals and immortals alike began dreaming of lotus petals, silver skies, and a Sovereign who ruled not by command, but by presence.
In the Astral Fragment Realms, cultivators paused mid-duel, sensing strange peace.
In the Star-Dust Seas, navigators dreamed of a lotus throne.
And in the Wailing Realms, where peace had never bloomed, a strange silence settled.
Something had changed.
And someone had noticed.
In the infinite distance beyond the Divine Realms lay a realm untouched by history—Nyari's Shroud, where time itself curved.
There, a circle of beings awoke—the Watchers, ancient entities once tasked with preserving cosmic equilibrium.
One of them, cloaked in prism-shadow, leaned forward.
“The Void Sovereign… endures?”
Another replied, voice like a shivering violin string:
“He does more than endure—he brings balance.”
A third frowned.
“Then it is time… we test the truth for ourselves.”
They turned to a gateway sealed for millions of years.
And opened it.
Back in the Eternal Realm, Jiang Chen stood with Li Wei and Xia Yue beside a skypond reflecting constellations unseen by mortal eyes.
The stars flickered oddly.
Ruyan arrived swiftly, gaze sharp.
“Something ancient has entered our realm.”
A soft wind blew through lotus fields. And from it stepped a tall figure wrapped in crystalline silk, face veiled, aura neither hostile nor calm.
“Void Sovereign,” she said, voice echoing slightly, “I come from the worlds that history forgot… where your name is myth.”
Jiang Chen nodded once. “Then let’s turn myth… into memory.”
The veiled emissary from Nyari’s Shroud stood calmly before the Lotus Council.
Her voice was soft, but it carried through the chamber like thunder beneath velvet.
“Peace built in isolation is still ignorance. Show us your truth—not in stillness, but in confrontation.”
She waved a hand.
A rift of entropy opened beside her—a shard of pure chaos from the Wailing Realms.
Jiang Chen stepped forward calmly.
“If you seek violence, you won’t find it here.”
“We don’t seek violence,” the Watcher said. “We seek conviction.”
The shard pulsed.
From it emerged a beast forged from imbalance—a reflection of what the Eternal Realm might have become without guidance. Half-shadow, half-flesh, screaming broken echoes of every realm Jiang Chen had healed.
But Jiang Chen did not move.
He simply… stood.
Behind him, Ruyan closed her eyes and breathed once.
The realm stilled.
The beast charged—and stopped inches from Jiang Chen’s chest. Not because it was restrained. But because it could not understand why it was not afraid… and why it felt peace in the Sovereign’s presence.
It turned away.
And collapsed into silver dust.
But the emissary did not look at Jiang Chen.
She turned to Li Wei.
“You carry no sword. No flame. No lotus. Yet the Sovereign calls you his heart. Why?”
Li Wei stepped forward—barefoot, robed in simple sky-blue, eyes kind.
“Because I remind him why he fights.”
“And why is that?”
Li Wei smiled.
“So that I don’t have to.”
The entire chamber fell silent.
Even the Watcher lowered her head.
“That… is the answer we feared to hear. And hoped to find.”
Later that night, Jiang Chen, Ruyan, Xia Yue, and Li Wei stood beneath the starpond again.
The emissary handed Jiang Chen a scroll sealed in astral stone.
“The Watchers offer this—not judgment. But invitation. Guide us. Teach us. Walk among us.”
Jiang Chen took the scroll.
“We will walk. Not above. Not before. But beside.”
And so the stars whispered once more…
Of a realm built not from war, but from presence.
Of a Sovereign who stood not to rule, but to remind.
And of a boy with no flame… who lit galaxies with his heart.
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