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Chapter 42 – A Throne Left Behind, A World That Cannot Catch Up
Chapter 42 – A Throne Left Behind, A World That Cannot Catch Up
Chapter 42 – A Throne Left Behind, A World That Cannot Catch Up
For the first time since its founding, since the rise of its first generation of cultivators, since the very moment the academy had declared itself as the greatest institution of power in the Northern Domain, the weight of its authority, the absolute, unshakable dominance it had once held over those who entered its gates, the centuries of tradition that had ensured that no disciple, no matter how strong, no matter how talented, no matter how ambitious, could ever escape its grasp—
Had begun to crack.
Not because it had been defeated.
Not because it had been overthrown.
Not because a greater force had come to tear it down.
But because one person had left.
Because Xiao Lin had walked away without hesitation.
Because Xiao Lin had stepped beyond them without resistance.
Because Xiao Lin had proven that their rules no longer mattered.
And now, as the echoes of his presence faded from the Grand Tournament Arena, as the last remnants of his existence within these walls dissolved into memory, as the thousands of gathered disciples sat frozen in stunned silence, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to process the reality of what had just occurred—
The academy was left with only one question.
What happens when a system loses control?
The Elders did not speak.
Not immediately.
Not as the weight of their failure settled upon them like an unseen force.
Not as they exchanged unreadable glances, their expressions carefully neutral, their hands tightening within the folds of their robes, their bodies rigid with something that was not quite disbelief, not quite resistance, but something far more dangerous—
Uncertainty.
Because this was not how it was supposed to be.
Because Azure Dragon Academy had never been powerless before.
Because they had never imagined a world where they were not the ones deciding who rose and who fell.
And yet, as they stood in absolute silence, watching the battlefield where Xiao Lin had once stood, watching the empty space where their authority had once mattered, watching the quiet, unmoving expressions of the Outer Court disciples who had borne witness to something that should have never happened—
They understood.
That they had already lost.
That they were no longer in control.
That this was only the beginning.
From the Inner Court Pavilion, where the most powerful disciples of Azure Dragon Academy had gathered, where those who had once believed themselves to be superior to the Outer Court now sat frozen, where the most talented cultivators of this generation—those who had been raised to believe they were the future of this institution—now found themselves staring at something they could not explain, something they could not process, something that had broken their understanding of what was possible—
A single voice finally broke the silence.
"He wasn’t supposed to leave."
The words were not spoken in anger.
Not spoken in frustration.
Not spoken as a declaration of resistance.
But as a confession.
Because even now, even as they sat above the academy, even as they watched the Outer Court unravel beneath them, even as they witnessed the first cracks forming in the foundation of an institution they had always believed would stand forever—
They still did not understand how it had happened.
Because no one had ever left before.
Because no one had ever been allowed to leave.
Because no one had ever been above the academy’s will.
But Xiao Lin had.
And now, for the first time, they were forced to ask themselves a question they had never even considered before.
What if they were never meant to stay either?
From the private pavilion, where the strongest disciples of the Outer Court had once gathered, where those who had fought, struggled, and schemed for the right to stand at the top now sat in stunned silence, where the remnants of a battle that no longer mattered lay scattered across the tournament grounds—
Zhan Kanzi did not move.
His fingers curled against the armrests of his seat, his breath steady, his gaze fixed upon the battlefield where everything he had once believed in had collapsed into dust.
There was no anger.
No hatred.
No desire to fight back.
Because this was not a battle.
This was not a defeat.
This was not a loss he could recover from.
Because this was the end of everything he had ever built.
Because Xiao Lin had never been his rival.
Because Xiao Lin had never even considered him an obstacle.
Because Xiao Lin had erased him without ever needing to acknowledge him.
And now, as the silence stretched around him, as the weight of his own irrelevance pressed against his chest like a suffocating force, as he slowly exhaled a breath that felt heavier than it should have—
He realized that he had only one choice left.
To stay here and be forgotten.
Or to follow, knowing that he would never reach the same heights.
And for the first time in his life—
He did not know which path to take.
Beyond the academy, beyond the shattered remnants of a system that had once dictated fate itself, beyond the walls that had once kept the Outer Court contained, in the vast unknown where the heavens themselves stretched into infinity—
Xiao Lin moved forward.
Not walking.
Not flying.
Not teleporting.
But simply moving.
Because space did not matter to him anymore.
Because distance was irrelevant.
Because the path was already open.
And as the presence that had called him forward, the force that had broken through the mortal plane to acknowledge his existence, the entity that had spoken not with command, not with authority, but with recognition, waited in silent patience—
A new voice entered the heavens.
One that had not been there before.
One that should not have existed.
One that was never meant to be heard in this realm.
And yet—
It spoke anyway.
Softly.
Quietly.
A whisper that carried across existence.
"He is here."
A pause.
A shift in reality.
Then—
"Let us see if the gods themselves are ready."
And just like that—
Xiao Lin’s story truly began.