Chapter 2140: The Word that Breaks
The sky was no longer sky.
It groaned—like a lid being peeled off a sealed realm.
Above the God Realm, a rift split the heavens like a vertical wound. From it, tendrils of unreality bled across space.
> "It's here," Jasmine said quietly. "The Throne is coming in full."
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In the Temple
The sword hovered between Qianye Ying'er and Yun Che.
Its flame dimmed as if waiting—for a choice.
> "The name inside you," Qianye said, "isn't written. It's you. Not just Yun Che. The part that existed before fate took hold."
> "Once you speak it… it will rewrite what the Throne unmade."
Yun Che's hands trembled.
> "And what will it cost?"
She didn't answer.
But the silence said everything.
Jasmine stepped forward.
> "If you speak it, you become the Undoing. You'll rewrite reality—but lose your place in it."
Caizhi's eyes widened.
> "He'll vanish?"
> "Not vanish," Qianye murmured. "He'll become the law that binds memory itself."
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Elsewhere: The Mortal Realm Burns
Across the continents, people forgot their names. Trees lost their color. Rivers stopped flowing as time slowed.
The Throne's descent erased not by fire, but by forgetting.
> "The world isn't dying," whispered a Spirit Beast Elder. "It's being… unmade."
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Back in the Temple
The child—the Tether—grabbed Yun Che's hand.
> "You don't have to do it alone."
Yun Che looked at them all. Jasmine. Caizhi. Qianye. The girl.
And then…
He smiled.
> "I won't."
He stepped forward.
Touched the sword.
And whispered:
> "I remember."
Not a shout. Not divine. Just true.
The sword ignited—its flame spiraling not up, but inward.
And from within Yun Che… the Name awoke.
The temple walls cracked. Names flooded the air.
> Lan Xueruo.
Su Ling'er.
Little Fairy.
Xia Qingyue.
Jasmine.
Caizhi.
Qianye Ying'er.
And then, one final name—Yun Che—rose and burst into starlight.
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Above, in the Rift
The Throne paused.
It could not unname what was never named by its laws.
It shrieked—a hollow, cosmic scream.
And Yun Che… stepped into the air, trailing light.
> "You erased them."
> "I remember them."
His body burned—his flesh fracturing into lines of golden light and memory sigils.
He became language.
The Throne lunged—
And Yun Che spoke.
> "Be undone."
The world split in half.