All Chapters of Heir of Lightening: Chapter 311
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Chapter 311. Yose’s Intervention.
The moment Yose stepped forward, the air seemed to snap around him, a palpable tension threading through the chaos, the static of Primordial Qi bending subtly in response to his presence, as though the universe itself acknowledged that here, a force greater than life and death had taken form. Kirin’s body, fully consumed by the demon, pulsed with an oppressive aura that warped the battlefield, yet Yose moved with precision, calm and deliberate, every motion calculated and exact, a maestro orchestrating a delicate balance between containment and destruction. With a complex sequence of hand seals, ancient and almost forgotten, Yose etched a binding upon Kirin’s spirit, layers upon layers of woven laws, chains of law and essence that dug into the very core of the Primordial energy, each one sapping, restraining, guiding, forming a lattice that the demon could not penetrate, yet not destroy outright, a cage crafted by eons of experience and god-touched technique.Kirin, or the being that
Chapter 312. The Realm Trembles.
The air around them vibrated like a living thing, the subspace straining under the immense pressure of two forces too vast for any single plane to contain. Yose’s body glimmered with the burning radiance of divine essence, each strand of light weaving through him like threads of law, stabilizing the chaotic Primordial energy that surged from Kirin’s corrupted form. The demon thrashed, its limbs unbound by conventional reality, tendrils of power lashing outward, distorting the very space within the subspace, cracks forming in the edges, reality fraying with each collision, each pulse of overwhelming force. Yose’s eyes bled divine energy, droplets of bright liquid falling and vaporizing midair, yet his expression remained stoic, unshaken by the incredible strain, every motion deliberate, every seal precise, a lifetime of knowledge and mastery concentrated into the simple act of containment.The demon’s roar echoed through the subspace, a sound that vibrated in the bones and twisted the
Chapter 313. The Descent of the Five Gods.
The subspace quaked violently as the five divine silhouettes became unmistakably solid, their presence pressing down like an irresistible force, warping the very air around them. Indra’s form shimmered with the brilliance of lightning and judgment, his gaze steady, commanding, the weight of authority crushing all resistance. Agni radiated heat and fire, flames licking around him without consuming anything, each flicker a promise of annihilation. Geb’s presence was immovable, a living mountain of power, drawing the earth’s laws into his being. Hades exuded shadows thick enough to choke light, his very aura suffocating, every step a declaration of inevitability. Poseidon rippled with the essence of oceans and storms, a tide of control and patience capable of swallowing chaos. Together, they formed an unstoppable convergence, five embodiments of absolute law descending into a realm where chaos had taken root.The demon, still fully merged with Kirin’s corrupted body, stiffened. Its arrog
Chapter 314. The Final Seal.
The air hung heavy with the residue of divine energy, a crackling tension that refused to dissipate even after the five gods had completed their descent, and yet the battle was far from over. Kirin’s body—or what had become of it—was still writhing in the chaotic remnants of the Primordial energy, its corrupted flesh twitching and shifting as if the demon within had not yet fully accepted its own restraint. The chains, invisible yet unmistakably binding, glowed faintly along the demon’s limbs, pulsing with the rhythm of universal law. Each pulse reinforced the confinement, each thrum a reminder that even a creature born of chaos could be controlled when every law of existence aligned against it.Indra, his presence a storm of judgment, stepped forward, raising a hand that shimmered with pure authority. Around him, the other gods aligned, Agni with his unyielding flames, Geb with his immovable gravitas, Hades with shadows that clung to the demon like suffocating fog, and Poseidon with
Chapter 315. Indra’s Judgment.
The aftermath of the sealing ritual left the subspace in an uneasy calm, the echo of Primordial energy lingering in faint, ghostly pulses, and yet the sense of tension was far from dissipated. Kirin’s spirit hovered in the emptiness, tethered to the seal that Yose had crafted, the threads of divine law pressing against his chest like an unyielding weight. He could feel the remnants of his corrupted form, the twisted echo of the demon still present within the far edges of his consciousness, coiling and writhing like a serpent confined. Even in the absence of flesh, even without a body to contain it, the Primordial force pulsed and throbbed, reminding him, nagging him, that power was never free, and choices carried consequences heavier than iron.Indra approached, his presence collapsing the space around him, a gravitational authority that made the hairs on Kirin’s spirit quiver. He did not speak immediately, instead allowing the silence to stretch, a suffocating, weighty pause in which
Chapter 316. The Banishment.
Kirin’s consciousness shattered into the void as the gods withdrew their presence. The mortal plane, the arenas, the Central City, all vanished behind him like dust caught in a cosmic wind. His spirit, no longer tethered to flesh, became a fragment of pure essence, stretching, expanding, unbound yet chained, tethered to the remnants of the Primordial demon he had once freed. There was no up or down, no light or shadow, only the endless expanse of time and space, cold and infinite, stretching in every direction at once, a silence so complete it pressed against his awareness, and yet inside him, the pulse of his own energy—chaotic, unyielding, primordial—beat like a heartbeat that could not die, could not rest, could not stop.At first, the weight of existence was numbingly absolute. Kirin had no body, no senses to speak of, yet he could feel the flow of cosmic energy brushing past him in waves, faint, distant, impossible to grasp fully. Stars were born and died around him, galaxies for
Chapter 317. Eons of Wandering.
Time had lost all meaning. What were days, months, years, or millennia to a spirit that no longer moved in the linear rhythm of existence? Kirin drifted, untethered to the mortal coil, a fragment of consciousness adrift in the endless expanse of space and time, stretching across the infinite like a thread pulled taut between stars. He watched as worlds were born from the chaos of creation, as planets ignited, cooled, and became havens for life. He observed the rise of civilizations that clawed their way out of nothing, witnessed kingdoms collapse under the weight of their own arrogance, and felt the echoes of every life that flickered and ended in the span of cosmic moments. The scale was impossible to comprehend, yet he sensed it all, every vibration of energy, every pulse of creation, every whisper of the infinite.Kirin’s spirit, once tied to a fragile mortal body, had grown beyond what he could have imagined. Primordial Qi pulsed through him constantly, a living, breathing force t
Chapter 318. The Pull of the Past.
Time twisted strangely around Kirin, as it always did in his wandering. Eons had passed without number, yet in the vast, infinite expanse of his existence, a single moment could suddenly shine brighter than all the stars he had drifted past. That moment came unexpectedly, in the form of a faint, flickering echo, a point in the timestream that refused to stay hidden. It was familiar. Too familiar. Kirin’s awareness sharpened instantly, his senses stretching across the infinite threads of time, and he saw them—his parents. The night of his birth, their bodies illuminated by candlelight and the dim glow of ancient scripts etched into the room, the air thick with the weight of incantations and the hushed power of cosmic law.A rush of emotions—long-forgotten longing, sorrow, regret—flooded through him. He had wandered through centuries, through collapsing stars and empty voids, yet nothing had stirred him like this fragment of the past. He remembered nothing consciously, but his spirit re
Chapter 319. The Corrupted Spirit Breaks Through.
Kirin drifted through the timestream, tethered to the memory of his parents, his consciousness stretched across time and space. The pull of the corrupted half of his spirit, the fragment that had fused with the Primordial demon, grew insistent, relentless, as though it had a will of its own. For countless eons, he had held it at bay, kept it contained with sheer force of will, but now, the fragment sensed the weakening seal on his original body, sensed the strands of fate threading through the scripts his parents were performing, and it surged forward. Kirin felt it before he even saw it, a violent wave of energy striking through his soul like a hammer shattering glass, and agony erupted through his consciousness, every nerve and fragment of spirit screaming as the corruption forced its way back inside him.He gritted his teeth, and every part of him willed control, refusing to let the fragment dominate him as it had in the Central City. He could feel its darkness spreading, tainting
Chapter 320. The Impossible Return.
Kirin’s spirit shimmered faintly as he drifted back into the mortal realm, invisible to all but the faintest observers capable of sensing spiritual anomalies. The moment he crossed the threshold, the room itself seemed to shiver, air vibrating unnaturally, walls groaning under pressures unseen. Even the floor beneath his gaze warped subtly, quivering as though reality itself resented his presence. He could feel the demon within, restless, clawing at the edges of his consciousness, impatient to break free, to reclaim the corporeal world, yet restrained for now by the lingering seal of Yose and the Primordial chains he had already disrupted.Time was against him. Every second he lingered unanchored threatened to tear the fragile balance between his spirit and the corruption within. He could sense the fragment’s hunger, an unrelenting desire to consume, to extend fully into the world it had been denied, and he shuddered. To let it loose, even partially, would invite catastrophic conseque