Lin Xuan’s expression darkened. This was not the end.

The golden inscriptions around him pulsed, their ancient glow flickering as if testing his very presence. The oppressive mist thickened, swirling with a sentience of its own. A deep rumble echoed through the chamber, shaking the ground beneath his feet.

Then, a voice, ethereal and ancient, resonated from within the abyss.

“You who have walked this far, are you worthy of the truth?”

Lin Xuan’s fists clenched. He had overcome illusions, defeated formidable foes, and endured grueling trials. If there was still one final test, he would face it without hesitation.

The ground split apart, revealing a vast chasm of darkness. From its depths, a massive figure began to rise. An ethereal warrior, clad in golden armor, eyes burning like twin suns, materialized before Lin Xuan. His presence alone sent waves of power rippling through the space.

“This is your final test.” The guardian’s voice was neither hostile nor kind. It was a declaration of judgment. “Defeat me, or be erased from existence.”

Lin Xuan’s heart pounded, but his mind remained calm. He had expected no less. The Heavenly Script hummed within him, a flood of ancient knowledge guiding his every movement. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, drawing upon his newfound strength.

The guardian struck first. A single step sent shockwaves through the air, shattering the stone beneath them. His golden blade descended like a divine decree, splitting the mist apart with terrifying force.

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Lin Xuan’s eyes flashed. He sidestepped at the last moment, the blade missing him by a hair’s breadth. A surge of energy burst from his palm as he counterattacked. The guardian deflected it effortlessly, sending Lin Xuan skidding backward.

‘His power… it’s beyond anything I’ve faced so far.’

But fear had no place in Lin Xuan’s heart. He activated the Heavenly Script’s essence, his meridians surging with newfound strength. His sword trembled in his grasp, then erupted with celestial light.

The battle escalated. Each strike of the guardian’s blade carried the weight of an entire world, yet Lin Xuan met them head-on, weaving between destruction and revelation. The inscriptions on the walls blazed brighter with every clash, reacting to their battle as if recording history itself.

As minutes stretched into eternity, Lin Xuan’s body screamed in protest. But his spirit soared. He could feel it—the limit he had been pushing against was about to break.

Summoning all of his will, he unleashed a technique born from the Heavenly Script, one he had yet to fully comprehend. The air trembled as a massive golden formation appeared beneath his feet, sealing the space around them.

“Heavenly Script—Divine Binding Seal!”

Chains of light shot forth, wrapping around the guardian. For the first time, the ethereal warrior faltered.

Lin Xuan didn’t waste the opportunity. Channeling everything into his blade, he struck forward with unstoppable force.

A deafening explosion rocked the chamber.

The guardian’s form shimmered, then dissolved into countless golden particles. A final whisper echoed through the space. “You have proven yourself… The path ahead is now yours.”

The mist receded, revealing a grand altar at the heart of the abyss. Upon it, a radiant object floated, pulsating with celestial energy—an artifact beyond mortal comprehension.

Lin Xuan’s breath hitched. This was his reward.

But even as he reached for it, a strange sensation prickled at his soul. Something… or someone… was watching.

The Misty Abyss had given him strength, but had it also awakened something far greater?