The skies were no longer still.
Far beyond the mortal realm, in the layers of existence forgotten by time and sealed by ancient oaths, a tremor awakened. The power of the Sixth Path had not just reshaped the mortal cultivation world—it had shaken the heavens themselves.
And in a realm where ancient beings slumbered—old gods, sealed immortals, extinct sects—the scent of change brought fear.
"The Balance has been broken," one divine voice echoed through the Heavens.
"A new path has been born without permission of the Celestial Order."
"The Realm of Creation was meant to remain sealed. Who has dared...?"
The answer, whispered by fate: The Pathweaver Sect.
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Heavens Stir from Their Grave
The Forgotten Heavens, sealed since the Great Collapse of the First Era, were formed of three broken divine sects:
1. The Skybreaker Pavilion – once masters of fate, time, and prophecy.
2. The Celestial Bone Temple – creators of the first immortal weapons, abandoned after they tried to forge a sword that could kill destiny.
3. The Star-Eater Court – whose members ascended beyond mortality, becoming cursed immortals who fed on stars and spiritual realms.
When the Seed of the Sixth Path blossomed, all three sects felt it—a cultivation principle they had never written, a force even the stars didn't predict.
To them, it was not innovation.
It was rebellion.
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Return of the Heavenly Scouts
The first to arrive at the Pathweaver Sect were Heavenly Scouts—silent cultivators wrapped in robes woven from ancient constellations, carrying weapons made of world fragments.
They did not speak.
They simply observed.
But the master of the sect, sensing their arrival, stepped forth. "You may look. But know this: we do not bow."
In the shadows, young disciples trembled. But the older ones stood firm. This was their sect now. This was their path.
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Preparation for War
The Pathweaver Sect did not seek war—but they knew it was coming.
So, they began preparing in the only way they knew:
The Pill Hall began refining new pills that did not just heal, but could reconstruct broken souls.
The Weapon Valley created adaptive weapons, which evolved based on their wielder's personality and battle style.
The Formation Dome experimented with multi-dimensional arrays, capable of shifting reality itself.
The Talisman Pavilion developed living talismans that could guard the sect like loyal beasts.
And the Art Book Library—now infused with the Sixth Path's spirit—released a hidden volume: "The Legacy of Forgotten Dao." No one knew who had written it. But it held techniques that had not existed even in the divine realms.
Most important of all—students began creating.
Creating new arts. New paths. New truths.
The sect was no longer just a place of learning. It had become a Forge of Realities.
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A Disciple's New Invention
Among them, a young disciple with no bloodline or clan—once thought weak—created something shocking:
"Memory Blade Scrolls"—talismans inscribed with a sword technique's memory. When used, the user's body remembered the technique for a short time, wielding it as if they had trained for decades.
When he presented this to the master, the sect leader only smiled.
"This is it. This is the Sixth Path—creation without permission, and mastery through purpose."
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The War Signal
One night, the stars went black. The moon cracked in half.
A divine horn echoed across the skies—its sound not heard since the First Era.
The Forgotten Heavens had declared war.
The Celestial Decree descended, written in heavenly flames:
> "The Sixth Path is heresy.
The cultivators of the mortal world have overstepped.
Surrender the Seed, seal the path, or face judgment.
You have seven days."
The sect stood still.
Then the master raised his hand.
The decree turned to dust.
"Let them come."
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End of Chapter
The awakening of the Sixth Path triggers fear in the divine realms. The ancient sects of the Forgotten Heavens rise once more to destroy what they call heresy. The Pathweaver Sect stands firm, preparing for a war that may break the sky.
Next: Chapter Fourteen – The First Strike of the Star-Eaters and the Celestial Formation War
Shall I begin?