The attack, when it came, arrived with none of the cold, methodical precision that had marked the collector-aligned strike on Green Pine in his previous life. This was blunt, overwhelming force — the Southern Throne's forces breaking through the Wei Alliance's contested border in numbers the camp's scouts had badly underestimated, a full military assault rather than a targeted strike, aimed at breaking the Alliance's resistance in a single, decisive engagement.Su Yan rallied the camp's fighters with the calm, practiced authority of a commander who had faced exactly this kind of crisis before, organizing a defense that Li Wuchen recognized, even amid the chaos, as considerably more disciplined than the desperate scramble Green Pine's defenders had managed against their own unexpected assault."Wei Chen. Meng Zhao." Su Yan found the two of them within moments of the alarm sounding, her expression carrying the particular focused urgency of someone rapidly reassessing every asset availab

The collector appeared in this era exactly as unexpectedly as their counterpart had appeared at Green Pine's tree line, though the encounter, when it finally came, carried an unsettling weight of recognition that Li Wuchen had not anticipated.It happened during a routine supply run to a market settlement two days from the war camp, undertaken alongside Meng Zhao in the relatively peaceful lull that had settled over the region following the Southern Throne's repelled offensive. Li Wuchen noticed the figure first — unremarkable robes, a face that seemed almost deliberately forgettable, standing at the edge of the settlement's small market square with the same patient, watchful stillness he remembered with sudden, sharp clarity from a tree line outside Green Pine's dormitories, decades and an entire lifetime removed from this moment.It can't be the same person, he thought, even as every instinct insisted otherwise. That was ninety years in my future, in a life I no longer have access t

The mountain Su Yan chose for her sect's foundation sat two days' travel north of the war camp's former position — a tall, forested peak the local clans called Cloudreach, its upper slopes wreathed in mist most mornings, its lower approaches defensible enough to satisfy even her hard-won wartime caution about exposed, vulnerable ground.Li Wuchen stood among the small crowd of gathered founders on the morning construction formally began, watching Su Yan drive the ceremonial first stake into the mountain's rocky soil with her own hands, and felt the strange, vertiginous weight of witnessing his own beginning settle into something closer to purposeful resolve than the disoriented awe that had gripped him at the sect's initial announcement.If I'm here to shape this, he had decided, in the eighteen months since Su Yan first spoke Nine Heavens' name aloud, then I should shape it as honestly and carefully as I know how — not toward the sect I remember, exactly, but toward whatever version

Not every member of Nine Heavens' founding council shared Su Yan's growing trust in Li Wuchen's uncanny, consistently accurate instincts, and the sharpest of that skepticism belonged to a founding elder named Bo Rong — a former clan captain whose own considerable cultivation strength and long, distinguished war record had earned him a natural, unquestioned authority among the sect's senior leadership."I don't dispute the boy's talent," Bo Rong said, during a council meeting Li Wuchen attended in his own official capacity as the sect's curriculum architect, though the elder's tone made clear the qualifier carried more weight than the surface concession suggested. "But talent alone doesn't explain everything I've watched him demonstrate these past five years. Foundational insight beyond his years. Tactical instincts that read like decades of hard combat experience, in a body barely twenty years old. I've fought in this war since before Wei Chen was born, Su Yan, and I've never encounte

The warning, when it finally came, arrived from an unexpected source — not the collector's unsettling, patient observation, nor Ah Jiu's ancient, careful guidance, but Bo Rong himself, the once-skeptical elder whose grudging respect had grown, over the years since his formal challenge, into genuine, trusted friendship with Li Wuchen's careful, principled work shaping Nine Heavens' developing culture."There's movement along our northern border I don't like," Bo Rong said, finding Li Wuchen at the edge of Cloudreach's outer training grounds during the quiet, early morning hours both men had come to favor for exactly this kind of careful, private discussion. "Scouts report a group operating with unusual coordination, testing our perimeter wards in ways that feel deliberate rather than opportunistic. No sect mark. No obvious affiliation with any faction we've had dealings with, before or during the war."Something cold and immediate settled in Li Wuchen's chest, old patterns from a burni