Li Hao collapsed to his knees.
Inside him, a storm raged.
Lightning crackled.
Ice spread.
Two forces—opposites—colliding within his soul.
A voice whispered again.
"You are not empty…"
"You are a vessel."
Within the chaos, something took shape.
A serpent of golden lightning.
And a blade of frozen eternity.
They did not exist separately.
They were being forged together.
A martial soul… that should not exist.
Far away, in the depths of the heavens—
Something opened its eyes.
And for the first time—
It noticed him.