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BENEATH HEAVENS GAZE

Easternlast updateLast Updated : 2025-06-01

By:  Emperor Gazzy Ongoing

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In a world where mortals strive to defy the heavens, where mountains float and oceans roar with spiritual beasts, the cultivation world stands on the edge of chaos. The Radiant Court rules above all—seven Thrones, unshaken for ten thousand years. They decide who rises. They decide who falls. But there is a legend whispered in silence. A name spoken only in riddles. A figure who once stood above the heavens… and walked away. Chen Fi. No one knows where he came from. No one knows how strong he truly was. Only the oldest cultivators remember the tremble in the world when he last raised a hand. They say he once refused the title of Immortal Emperor. They say he gave up the Nine Dao Thrones. They say he saw something beyond power… and chose peace. Now, hidden in a quiet valley unknown to most maps, he lives as a humble hermit—drinking tea, fishing under cherry blossoms, and raising a single orphan boy. But peace never lasts. When the world begins to stir—when arrogant sects send disciples to claim his land, when the Thrones grow fearful of a man they could never control—old echoes awaken. Chen Fi does not seek conflict. But should conflict find him… He reminds the world why it once knelt.

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Chapter 1 – Beneath the Quiet Pines

The mist rolled through the mountains like drifting spirits, weaving between ancient pine trees that had stood long before the rise of empires. Far above the world, hidden by dense forest and forgotten paths, a thatched cottage rested beside a silent stream. Birds chirped softly. Bamboo chimes swayed in the breeze.

Here, time moved slower.

Chen Fi sat cross-legged on a flat stone, a small clay teapot steaming beside him. His robe was plain, the color of aged linen. Hair tied with a single cord, he looked no different from a wandering scholar or retired hermit. And to any passing cultivator, that’s all he’d seem to be—if they could even perceive him.

But no one passed here.

This place was beyond the reach of maps, untouched by sect wars, beast hordes, or the ambitions of mortal kings. Only the wind knew he existed, and even it approached softly.

Chen Fi poured himself a cup of tea, watching the ripples settle. He sipped.

Still bitter.

He frowned faintly, then stood. The stream was cold and clear, winding down from the peak like a silver serpent. He walked its edge, gathering wild tea leaves with practiced hands. He did not use spiritual flames to brew, nor heavenly tools to enhance the flavor. Mortal things—earth, water, fire, and time—were enough.

A rabbit scurried past. He smiled.

Peace.

It had taken him centuries to find this quiet. Not just the place, but the stillness inside. After walking through fire and blood, standing alone atop mountain peaks littered with corpses, and seeing stars fall and rise again… he had chosen this. Chosen to be forgotten.

He returned to his cottage, placing the leaves to dry, and sat again.

A faint breeze stirred.

Chen Fi paused. It was almost imperceptible, but he felt it—a shift in the rhythm of the forest. The birds had fallen silent.

He listened.

Footsteps.

Far down the slope, a presence struggled through the thickets. Not strong. In fact, whoever it was barely clung to life. Blood marked their path.

He stood slowly.

Not out of alarm, but curiosity.

It had been decades since someone approached. And this one wasn’t seeking him. They didn’t even know he was here.

He followed the path soundlessly. Birds still avoided the area. The stream’s surface trembled as he passed, though no wind blew.

Then he saw her.

A young girl—perhaps thirteen—collapsed at the foot of an old cedar. Her robes were torn, soaked with blood, and a strange brand glowed faintly on her shoulder. Her face was pale with exhaustion and fear. She tried to crawl forward, but her limbs refused.

Chen Fi knelt beside her.

Her eyes fluttered open. "A... mortal? No. You—"

She coughed blood. Her vision blurred.

He placed a hand lightly on her back. A soft warmth pulsed from his palm—not spiritual energy, but something older, purer. The girl’s breathing steadied. The glowing brand hissed, then vanished into mist.

"Rest," he said quietly.

She passed out.

Chen Fi looked up toward the mountain ridge beyond the trees. Thunder rumbled—not natural, but forged of Qi. Someone was hunting her.

He sighed.

So much for another century of silence.

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    Chapter 1 – Beneath the Quiet Pines
    The mist rolled through the mountains like drifting spirits, weaving between ancient pine trees that had stood long before the rise of empires. Far above the world, hidden by dense forest and forgotten paths, a thatched cottage rested beside a silent stream. Birds chirped softly. Bamboo chimes swayed in the breeze. Here, time moved slower. Chen Fi sat cross-legged on a flat stone, a small clay teapot steaming beside him. His robe was plain, the color of aged linen. Hair tied with a single cord, he looked no different from a wandering scholar or retired hermit. And to any passing cultivator, that’s all he’d seem to be—if they could even perceive him. But no one passed here. This place was beyond the reach of maps, untouched by sect wars, beast hordes, or the ambitions of mortal kings. Only the wind knew he existed, and even it approached softly. Chen Fi poured himself a cup of tea, watching the ripples settle. He sipped. Still bitter. He frowned faintly, then stood. The stream
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    Chapter 2 – The Blade That Vanished
    The girl stirred at dawn.Her wounds were gone. The pain, the searing mark on her shoulder—both memories now. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking at the soft beams of light filtering through a bamboo window. Birds chirped outside. A scent of tea and old wood filled the air.She sat up too quickly and winced.“Careful,” said a calm voice.She turned sharply.A man was seated by a small hearth, stirring porridge in a clay pot. He looked... ordinary. Worn robes. Calm eyes. No spiritual pressure. No signs of cultivation.Yet when he glanced at her, her heart skipped. Not in fear—no. It was like her instincts recoiled, unsure whether to kneel or flee. She had seen Nascent Soul elders and Core Formation monsters—but this man felt deeper. Still. Endless.“You healed me?” she asked.He nodded once.“…Why?”Chen Fi didn’t answer right away. He placed a bowl in front of her.“You were dying,” he said simply. “Eat.”She picked up the spoon cautiously, then tasted the porridge. Warm. Light. Comf
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    Chapter 3 – The Girl’s Secret
    Three days passed.The girl moved about quietly, helping with simple chores around the cottage—sweeping the steps, boiling rice, gathering fallen pine needles. Chen Fi never asked her to. She simply did it, perhaps out of gratitude… or guilt.She hadn’t asked his name again. And he had not offered it.This morning, as mist curled between the trees and the bamboo chimes whispered, the girl finally spoke.“My name is Liun.”Chen Fi didn’t reply. He was tending to a small patch of spirit herbs at the edge of the clearing. Some of them were extinct in the outside world. Here, they thrived like wild grass.Liun hesitated. Then sat near the flat stone where he always brewed tea.“I was supposed to become a vessel,” she said softly. “For the Black Flare Sect.”Chen Fi’s hand paused over a leaf. He said nothing.“They raise children with special constitutions. I was born with the Silent Flame—cold on the outside, but deadly when stirred. They needed someone to contain their Spirit Demon Core.
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    Chapter 4 – Sect Hunters
    The two cultivators knelt before a throne of black stone. Incense curled around them like thin snakes, and cold wind howled beyond the dark pillars of the main hall. Dozens of elders sat in silent judgment along the sides of the chamber, their eyes gleaming with restrained killing intent.Above them sat Sect Master Weng Zu, robed in dark crimson, his long fingers tapping the armrest with slow patience.“You lost the vessel.”“Yes, Sect Master,” murmured the man in armor.“You lost the mark.”“Yes.”“You lost… your blade?”The man’s lips tightened. “It shattered, my lord. By nothing.”Whispers stirred among the elders.“Explain,” Weng Zu said quietly.The second cultivator—short, with a scar along his jaw—spoke quickly, as if to shield himself. “We tracked her to the misted pines, near the Serpent Valley. There was no trace of Qi, no traps, no formation. And then—something cracked the air. The blade just… fell apart.”“You saw nothing?”“No one.”“No signature?”“No, Sect Master.”A lo
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    Chapter 5 – A Storm of Silence
    The clouds gathered without warning.Chen Fi stood on the southern edge of the mountain, where the pines thinned and the cliffs dropped into endless mist. Below, villages dotted the distant valleys, specks of life ignorant of the sky above them.Tonight, the heavens were not calm.A black star had appeared—faint but undeniable. It hung above the eastern ridge, pulsing with dark crimson light, trailing embers like ash falling through water.He knew what it was.A Soul Rot Seed—a cursed fragment of a failed Ascension, hurled from beyond the mortal realm. They were rare, but each one carried tainted Qi that corrupted not just cultivators, but land and life itself.And it was falling.Not toward the sects. Not toward cities. No—it had somehow chosen his mountain.Chen Fi sat on a smooth boulder and extended one hand into the air.He didn’t summon a sword.He didn’t cast an art.He simply... breathed.The wind shifted.The soil beneath him echoed his heartbeat. The trees turned their leave
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    Chapter 6 – A Blade From the Past
    The wind over the Boneglass Ridge howled like wolves mourning the sky.A man stood at the highest peak, robes tattered, black hair streaked with silver strands. His eyes were shut—not in rest, but remembrance. His sword hovered beside him, sheathed in bone and wrapped in golden chains that pulsed with a quiet curse.His name was Qin Yuemian.To the world, he was a wandering immortal swordsman, once the heir of the Seven Star Pavilion. To those who knew better—he was a butcher of realms.But to Chen Fi… he had once been a brother.Before the wars. Before the heavens split. Before the betrayal.Qin Yuemian opened his eyes.“I smell it,” he murmured.The sword beside him trembled.From the mountain winds, a whisper passed—Dao-scented silence.He looked southeast, toward the mist-veiled peaks no sect dared to name.A girl had fled there, chased by fools.Now, a force had erased a cursed star without leaving a ripple.“…Is it you?”His voice cracked like dry bark.“No,” he told himself. “Y
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    Chapter 7 – The Immortal Who Left No Name
    The village of Shui’an sat cradled between rivers, its fields once golden with spirit grain. But now, rot clung to the roots, and the water no longer sang. Children coughed. The elders sat in silence. No beast approached.The sky above the village had grown dark, even during the day.It began two weeks ago—when a crack opened in the old temple ruins. Something unseen had poured from it. Not a beast. Not a ghost. But a scent, like burnt bones and rusted Qi.They prayed to wandering cultivators, begged sect disciples traveling the roads.But none came.And now, the children had begun vanishing.---Chen Fi stood beneath a broken shrine tree at the village’s edge. His robes were plain. His hair tied loosely. He said nothing to the villagers. They didn’t see him arrive.He stood there at dusk as the last light faded. He listened to the earth breathe beneath the rot. And then, quietly, he stepped toward the center of the miasma.No one stopped him.No one could.---Beneath the ruined temp
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    Chapter 8 – The Jade Token
    The morning fog had barely lifted when the young cultivator appeared at the edge of the mountain. He was drenched, carrying nothing but a torn cloak and a small bag that jingled with the faint sound of metal.He staggered into the clearing where Chen Fi was tending to his herb patch, seemingly exhausted. His face was pale, and his Qi was erratic—like someone who had been running for days without rest.Chen Fi didn’t look up from his work. He felt the boy before he saw him—felt the thread of desperate, wild energy weaving through the air, a broken pulse of someone who had touched too much too quickly.The boy stumbled forward.“Please... I— I need help,” he gasped. “I can’t... I can’t keep running from them…”Chen Fi’s fingers paused around a delicate root. He finally turned, his expression unreadable, as the boy fell to his knees, clutching at the ground.The boy’s face was covered in grime and sweat, but his eyes shone with something deeper—an unspoken plea.“I... I don’t know where
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    Chapter 9 – Return to Voidcrest
    The path leading to Voidcrest was not one a mortal should tread lightly. It lay beyond the lands of men, where the sun barely pierced the thick canopy of ancient trees. Even the air here seemed heavier, saturated with a weight that no ordinary cultivator could bear for long.Chen Fi and the boy walked side by side, though the boy had to struggle to keep up. His exhaustion was evident; the weight of the token seemed to pull at his Qi, slowing him down despite the brief respite Chen Fi had given him. Yet, there was no question in his mind now—he had no choice but to follow."You’re not saying much," the boy remarked after several hours, his voice strained. "What is this place? Why are we going here?"Chen Fi didn’t immediately answer. His gaze remained forward, his senses sweeping the surrounding forests, watching for the ever-present shadows of those who would soon be after them. There were already whispers on the wind, faint but undeniable—hunters who could sense the token’s presence.
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    Chapter 10 – The Awakening of the Dark
    The rift in the air pulsed, as if the fabric of reality itself was unraveling. The dark figure stood at the heart of it, its form shifting with each moment, flickering between the corporeal and the ethereal. Its eyes glowed with a fiery malevolence, an ancient hunger that seemed to devour the light itself."You’ve come too far," the entity rumbled, its voice like the cracking of mountains. "Did you think the seal could last forever? You, who once locked me away, Chen Fi, will now watch as everything falls apart."Chen Fi’s expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he stepped forward, a hand resting on the hilt of the sword that was bound to his past. The boy behind him was trembling, the jade token still clutched tightly in his hand, its glow pulsing in time with his racing heartbeat."Who are you?" the boy whispered, his voice barely audible as he stepped closer to Chen Fi.The dark figure laughed, the sound like thunder rolling across the heavens. "You don’t even know, do you, chil
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