"There exist punishments crueler than death.Not imprisonment. Not exile.But to let you exist—forever denied the right to be part of the cultivation world."
Supreme Heavens – Celestial Law Hall
At the highest reaches of the heavens,above the twelfth layer of clouds,an ancient man with silver beard stood alone in a temple no mortal eye had ever seen—his robe woven from the Heavenly Mandate itself.
Before him glimmered a forgotten formation, long sealed in divine silence:"Self-Annihilation Array of Heaven's Dao."
This man was the Supreme Arbiter—One not bound by the Celestial Court, not beholden to the Divine Sects—yet wielding authority to rewrite heaven's laws in times of chaos.
He spoke only once:
"That one… shall never be permitted to cultivate."
From the void, a decree condensed—radiating endless strands of Heavenly Authority.Thus, the Dao Erasure Decree descended.
Lâm Mạc was crossing through the ancient Ice Tomb Village, carrying the slumbering Empress in his arms.
BOOM!!!A spear of light plunged from nowhere into his chest.
He collapsed.
His cultivation vanished.Spiritual Energy evaporated.His connection to all Dao severed—the Tattered Spirit System gone, the ashes in his blood forced into dormancy,and even the rhythm of life and death now beyond his senses.
"What… is this?"
The Empress trembled, face pale.
"No…That's the highest prohibition in all the Celestial Realms—the Dao Erasure Decree."
"Once struck by it, even an Immortal Emperor, Demon King, or Divine Lord…can never cultivate again."
Lâm Mạc let out a soft laugh:
"Like being stripped of the right to be human in the world of cultivation?"
"No," she whispered."Worse."
"It forces you to live on—as a beast who cannot lift his head,mocked by every path under heaven."
He staggered upright.
"All this, just because I rewrote fate for one person…And Heaven wants me erased?"
"Very well."
He looked skyward.
From his brow, ash-colored blood trickled down.
Then—with his own hand—he shattered his Heart Palace, the last sanctuary of hope for regaining cultivation.
"I don't need your permission to walk the Dao.""I… will carve it out from nothing."
"For the second time, I begin again.""No spiritual root. No cultivation method. No talent. Nothing…"
"Except one thing—the will of one who has died and still walks forward."
As the path of Dao was sealed, the ashes in Lâm Mạc's blood stirred quietly.
They spiraled into a vortex—rising against Heaven itself.
And from his broken core…a single glowing speck of ash was born.
[Primordial Dao Heart – Stage: Genesis from Void]
"This path belongs to no law.""It does not require recognition.""So long as I live—this Dao… shall endure."
Across the heavens, the hidden titans of the ancient world trembled:
"The Dao Erasure didn't kill him?""He… formed a new Dao Heart from void?"
The Supreme Arbiter opened his eyes once more:
"If you no longer seek the Dao…Then I shall erase your name from the Celestial Book of Reincarnation."
A beam of light descended—not to burn, not to destroy—but to obliterate the name "Lâm Mạc" from all layers of fate.
None could foresee his future.
No divination could trace his path.
No memory could retain his existence.
But at that exact moment…a charred tome buried beneath the earth stirred.
It was the Scorched Heaven Dao Codex—legacy of Lâm Mạc's ancestors.Its pages flipped open, recording three final lines:
"The one erased from fate—is the one who shall rewrite fate."
—Final annotation of the Lâm Clan's Founding Patriarch.