Not with thunderclouds — but with fate itself.
The Nameless Sect grew, and with it, so did the fear among the Immortal Realms.
Old alliances that had lasted tens of thousands of years now cracked like brittle glass.
For the Memory Lotus had become something far more dangerous than a mere relic.
It had become hope.
And hope was a weapon even Heaven feared.
The Summoning of Crowns
In the distant Celestial Capital, where palaces floated atop oceans of starlight, the Seven Crowns of the Heavens convened.
Each Crown represented a ruling faction among the immortals:
- The Crown of Gold — Golden Immortals, masters of wealth and fate.
- The Crown of Stone — Earth Immortals, guardians of ancient laws.
- The Crown of Storms — Heavenly Immortals, rulers of sky and war.
- The Crown of Silence — Human Immortals, wielders of mind and spirit.
- The Crown of Ashes — Half Immortals, embers of mortal ambition.
- The Crown of Blades — Celestial Primes, generals of heavenly armies.
- The Crown of Names — a silent, hidden Crown — unknown to all but a few.
And now, they debated one question:
"What is to be done with the Crownless one?"
Li Fan had risen beyond their control.
His disciples cultivated without submitting to Heavenly Authority.
His Sect rejected the ancient cycle of titles, tributes, and wars.
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He was an error.
A threat.
A seed of revolution that could not be allowed to grow.
The Decision
After days of fierce argument, the Seven Crowns agreed.
They would send a force, composed of chosen warriors from every Realm.
A coalition of Heaven’s Might.
- Half Immortals and Earth Immortals in the vanguard.
- Golden Immortals and Great Principle Golden Immortals to command.
- Heavenly Immortals to strike from the skies.
- Celestial Primes to crush any resistance.
- And a secret envoy of the Crown of Names... whose true purpose remained hidden.
Their goal was simple:
Destroy the Nameless Sect.
Erase the Memory Lotus.
And above all —
Kill Li Fan.
In the Hidden Valley
Yue Xian stood beside Li Fan atop a misty ridge, watching the winds shift.
Yanxu meditated at the Lotus Pool, golden runes flashing around him.
Other disciples, from the youngest mortal child to the oldest rogue cultivator, prepared silently.
They all felt it.
The storm was coming.
A battle unlike any in the history of the Three Realms.
But Li Fan stood calmly, his robes fluttering gently in the rising wind.
He smiled — not with arrogance, but with certainty.
He spoke to his gathered Sect:
"Remember what we carry."
"We are not a fortress. We are not a dynasty."
"We are a memory the Heavens cannot erase."
"And when they come — when they try to bury us — we will remind them."
"We are the ones they forgot."
"We are the path beyond Heaven."