**Scene 1: Celestial Phenomenon Over Phoenix Fall**
Unbeknownst to Feng Wuchen still trapped in the void, the mortal realm had descended into chaos.
As dusk painted the sky, seven-colored auroras cascaded over the Feng Estate, accompanied by dragon-like roars that shook the city. Crowds gathered in the streets, pointing at the celestial display.
"By the gods! A Divine Auspice!" exclaimed an elderly merchant, trembling. "Either a supreme genius has awakened... or a demon walks among us!"
Within the Feng compound, every elder and disciple knelt beneath the shimmering lights. A figure materialized midair—Feng Changgeng, the Family Patriarch, his presence crackling with restrained power.
"Who triggered this omen?" His voice resonated like temple bells.
The crowd exchanged glances. Second Elder Feng Changyun pushed forward, triumph etched on his face: "Patriarch! My son Feng Mo broke through to the **Qi Manifestation Realm** an hour past!"
Gasps rippled through the courtyard. Qi Manifestation—a realm most elders spent lifetimes achieving, yet the nineteen-year-old Feng Mo had conquered it.
"Impossible..." muttered a scarred warrior, though his protest drowned in the rising cheers.
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Feng Changgeng's gaze swept the crowd. "Any other breakthroughs today?" Silence answered him. "Then Feng Mo is clearly Heaven's Chosen. By my decree, he replaces Feng Wuchen as Family Heir!"
As chants of "Long live the Patriarch!" echoed, none noticed faint crimson tendrils writhing within the auroras—a detail more fitting for a demonic awakening than divine blessing.
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#### **Scene 2: Rebirth of the Abyss' Chosen**
Feng Wuchen's eyes snapped open. **Innate Realm First Layer**—the energy coursing through his meridians confirmed it wasn't a dream. With a thought, the Blazing Sun Sword materialized, its warmth whispering promises of carnage.
Memories flooded him—the mad swordsman's techniques now etched into his soul. A single slash could split mountains. A stab could pierce immortal flesh. This was no mere sword art; it was **genocide codified into motion**.
The door creaked open. Feng Ning hurled herself into his arms, tears streaking her dirt-smudged face. "You kept screaming about towers and fire... I thought you'd die like Mother!"
Her words triggered a visceral memory—another girl's lifeless body in his arms, rain washing blood into rivers. *"I won't fail again,"* he vowed silently, fingers brushing Feng Ning's cheek. "I'll protect you. Always."
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#### **Scene 3: The Pact Forged in Hunger**
At dinner, Feng Ning placed their lone meat slice into his bowl. Her stomach growled louder than the Blazing Sun's whispers.
"Stay here tonight," Feng Wuchen rose, cloak swirling. "I'll bring back a feast."
"Don't go!" She clutched his sleeve, phantom bloodstains from last year's betrayal flashing in her eyes.
He kissed her forehead. "For us."
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#### **Scene 4: Baptism in Monster's Blood**
Beyond Phoenix Fall's walls stretched the **Bonefang Mountains**—a graveyard for foolish hunters and nursery for nightmares. Feng Wuchen's boots crunched through frost-rimed ferns, the Blazing Sun Sword pulsing like a second heartbeat.
A bestial roar shook the trees. Twin crimson eyes emerged—a **Shadowfang Lynx**, its claws capable of shredding steel. Perfect prey.
The beast lunged. Feng Wuchen didn't dodge.
**"First Form: Heaven's Guillotine."**
Crimson light bisected darkness. The lynx's corpse thudded to the ground, severed clean at the midsection. Warm blood steamed in the moonlight as the sword hummed, demanding more.
"Patience," Feng Wuchen wiped his blade. "This is just the beginning."