Heavenpiercer's tip touched the place where the bell's hook did not exist.
For a heartbeat, nothing happened.
Then the air screamed like it had teeth.
The invisible hook was not metal. It was not energy. It was not even "a thing." It was a rule. It was a command pressed into time.
And Heavenpiercer still tried to cut it anyway.
A thin prismatic line appeared at the sword tip, like a hair of light. It was so small that most people did not see it. But the Silent Bell envoy's eyes sharpened at once. Zhen's head tilted, like he had just heard a number that did not belong.
The prismatic line did not slice down.
It sliced "across."
The dome shook.
The Time-Debt Ledger in the air flashed so bright that many people outside the barrier covered their eyes. The words on it blurred, then snapped back into place like a wound closing.
Ling Xueyao gasped. The Frost Thread above the Court platform jerked hard, like something had tried to yank it away—and failed for a breath.
Qi Shan Wei stood still, his shoulders calm, his grip steady. His face did not show fear. His eyes did not show anger.
Only focus.
Because he could feel it now.
He was not cutting a hook.
He was cutting the right for the hook to exist.
The second bell beyond the realm rang again.
This time the sound did not roll like thunder.
It clicked, sharp and clean, like a lock turning.
The prismatic hairline at Heavenpiercer's tip flared, and the space in front of the sword bent inward. Not breaking. Not tearing. Bending.
A Court elder hissed through his teeth. "He is making a target… out of nothing."
The Silent Bell envoy's voice stayed quiet, but it grew heavier. "Returning Prismatic One… stop."
Qi Shan Wei did not look at the envoy. He stared at the air where the hook "wasn't."
His voice was simple. "If it can pull her thread, it can be touched."
The envoy's bell shook on his chest. "Touching is not the problem."
The bell rang again.
And the hook answered.
A pressure slammed into Qi Shan Wei's arm, like a mountain trying to crush his wrist. Not a strike. Not a blast.
A law saying: NO.
Heavenpiercer trembled once.
Qi Shan Wei's feet sank a finger-width into the broken ground.
Zhen moved in the same instant.
His chest core flashed crimson, and the Imperial Shield Matrix folded inward like a moving wall. A second dome formed inside the dome—tight around Qi Shan Wei, Ling Xueyao, and the cocoon.
Zhen's voice was flat. "Support: applied. Probability of master's arm being removed: reduced."
Drakonix hissed from inside the cracked cocoon, voice rough with pain and pride. "Still… talking…?"
Zhen replied without emotion. "Talking is efficient."
Drakonix's wing twitched. "Shut… logic."
The humor lasted less than a breath.
Because the Frost Thread screamed.
No one heard a sound.
But everyone felt it.
Ling Xueyao's body jerked again. Her face went pale-white, and frost flashed across her lashes like sudden snow.
The hook was still pulling.
It could not steal the thread fast while Heavenpiercer was "biting" it. So it changed its method.
It started tearing the thread slowly.
Like a rope being pulled over a sharp stone.
Ling Xueyao's breath came out shaking. "Shan Wei…"
Qi Shan Wei's voice stayed calm. "I'm here."
He lifted his left hand, two fingers extended, and a thin prismatic formation line formed between his palm and her wrist bracelet—still gentle, still a guard.
But this time, the line did something different.
It did not just steady her.
It linked.
The Court elders noticed at once. Some of them smiled.
"A bond link," one elder whispered. "He is giving the Bell a clearer path."
Another elder's eyes turned cruel. "Good. Let it take more."
Qi Shan Wei heard them. He did not answer them.
He simply raised his sword a fraction higher.
The prismatic hairline brightened.
The air in front of Heavenpiercer changed.
It looked normal.
But it felt like the world was holding its breath.
Then—quietly—Qi Shan Wei drew a single line in the air.
Not a swing.
Not a slash.
A ruler-straight cut, like writing.
The prismatic hairline sank into the "nothing."
For the first time, the hook showed itself.
Not as a shape.
As a reaction.
A ripple appeared in the air, like clear water being poked by an unseen finger.
The crowd outside the dome froze.
The Silent Bell envoy's face finally changed.
Not fear.
Recognition.
"You created a coordinate," the envoy said softly. "You gave the hook a place to be judged."
Qi Shan Wei's eyes stayed sharp. "Then it can be severed."
The envoy's bell rang once—warning, warning, warning.
"You can cut a sword," the envoy said. "You can cut fate threads. You can cut seals."
His voice became colder. "But if you cut Bell-Law, time will not strike you like an enemy."
"It will correct you like an error."
The Court elders leaned forward, hungry now. "Do it," one of them said. "Prove you are unstable. Prove you are a disaster."
Ling Xueyao's fingers clenched, shaking. Frost crawled up her throat again. The moon-shadow behind her flickered—huge, pale, half-formed.
Her Lunar Frost Domain was still at the edge.
She whispered, voice tight. "If you cut it… it might take you."
Qi Shan Wei did not smile.
He did not promise something soft.
He simply said, "It won't."
Because an emperor does not beg the world.
He commands it.
Heavenpiercer pressed deeper.
The hook reacted like a living wound.
A thin line of silver appeared, as if the air had been scratched.
And then the bell did something worse.
It stopped pulling the Frost Thread for one breath.
People almost relaxed—
Then the Time-Debt Ledger flared, and new words formed above the Court platform in ancient light:
PAYMENT OPTION UPDATED.
A second line appeared under it, sharper than a blade:
PHOENIX PRICE ACCEPTED.
Qi Shan Wei's eyes narrowed for the first time in a long while.
Not panic.
Calculation.
"The phoenix…" someone outside the dome whispered. "Why the phoenix?"
The Silent Bell envoy's voice dropped. "Because phoenix fire cheats death."
The envoy looked toward the distance, like he could see beyond realms. "Rebirth creates debt."
A Court elder's smile widened. "So the Bell will take the Phoenix Thread instead."
The Frost Thread still trembled above them.
But now another thread—faint, far, and burning-hot—stirred somewhere unseen.
Qi Shan Wei felt it like a heat behind his ribs.
Not his own fire.
Someone else's bloodline.
Someone tied to flame and return.
A phoenix.
His voice was quiet. "Qingyue."
The name had barely left his mouth when the air on the left side of the dome split open with a soft crackle.
A red-gold light pushed through—not violent, but proud. Like a royal banner unfolding.
Feng Qingyue stepped out of the light.
Her eyes were blazing, her hair moving as if a hidden wind followed her. A faint phoenix mark shone near her collarbone, bright as molten gold.
Behind her, the air held the ghost of burning wings.
The crowd outside the dome erupted.
"A Phoenix Empire princess!"
"How did she enter the Court barrier?!"
"She came through flame-space!"
The Court elders stiffened. Some of them looked angry. Some looked uneasy.
Because phoenix bloodlines were not normal.
They were old.
And time hated old things that refused to stay dead.
Feng Qingyue looked at the ancient words in the air.
PHOENIX PRICE ACCEPTED.
Her jaw tightened.
Then she looked at Qi Shan Wei.
Not with flirting.
Not with jokes.
With a hard, steady stare full of choice.
"What did you do?" she asked, voice low.
Qi Shan Wei answered simply. "I refused."
Her eyes flicked to Ling Xueyao, shaking under the thread pull. Then to the cocoon, cracked wide, prismatic flames licking the air like angry tongues. Then to Heavenpiercer, biting into a law that should not be cut.
Feng Qingyue understood in one breath.
The Bell could not take what it wanted fast enough.
So it offered a different payment.
Her payment.
Feng Qingyue inhaled once, slow. Then she stepped forward.
The Silent Bell envoy's eyes sharpened. "Phoenix heir… do not."
Feng Qingyue did not look at him. "If the Bell wants a price," she said, "it will pay one too."
A Court elder laughed. "Arrogant girl. You will lose your bloodline."
Feng Qingyue's gaze snapped to the elder. Her voice became ice wrapped in flame. "Speak again, and I will burn your tongue out of time."
The elder went still.
Qi Shan Wei did not react to the threat. He only watched Feng Qingyue, reading her intent.
She stepped closer to him. The heat around her did not burn him.
It recognized him.
Feng Qingyue raised her hand, and a phoenix-shaped ember appeared above her palm—small, clean, and terrifyingly bright.
"A return-feather," the envoy whispered, almost unwilling. "A phoenix life-mark."
Feng Qingyue's lips pressed tight. "The Bell wants phoenix debt? Fine."
She looked at Qi Shan Wei again.
Her voice softened, just a little, but it carried weight like an oath.
"Prismatic Emperor… you owe me."
Qi Shan Wei's reply was immediate. "I will pay."
No romance words.
No sweet lines.
A vow between rulers.
Feng Qingyue nodded once.
Then she pushed the phoenix ember into the air—straight toward the Time-Debt Ledger.
The ember did not explode.
It signed.
A third line formed on the ledger:
PAYMENT RECEIVED: ONE RETURN-FEATHER.
The dome shook.
The Frost Thread above the platform loosened for a breath—just a breath—but Ling Xueyao's body stopped jerking.
She sucked in air like she had been drowning.
Her eyes lifted to Feng Qingyue, shocked.
Feng Qingyue did not look proud.
She looked grim.
Because phoenix payment was not "treasure."
It was part of her path.
Part of her future.
The Silent Bell envoy exhaled slowly. "You have just made time aware of you," he said.
Feng Qingyue's smile was thin and sharp. "Time was already staring."
But the bell was not satisfied.
The second bell beyond the realm rang again—deeper, angrier.
The silver scratch in the air where Heavenpiercer had bitten the hook widened.
A drop of something like pale light fell from it.
Not blood.
Not water.
A moment.
A tiny piece of time, falling like a bead.
When it hit the ground, the stone aged a hundred years in one blink—cracked, dried, turned to dust.
People screamed.
Zhen's shield matrix flared, absorbing the wave before it reached the cocoon.
Zhen spoke flatly. "Observation: time is leaking."
Drakonix growled from inside the cocoon, voice rough and furious. "Mine… sky… leaking…"
His prismatic wing shoved out farther.
Then another wing moved.
A second wing—still wet with light—pressed against the cocoon wall.
The cocoon cracked from the inside.
A massive prismatic flame surged out, and for a heartbeat, it looked like the flame had teeth.
The Thousand Masks watchers outside the dome stepped back together.
One of them whispered, voice shaking. "He's burning laws."
Inside the dome, the trapped assassin—still alive, still tagged by Bell-Law—screamed as the air around their wrist mark started to glow.
The "kill without karmic debt" clause tried to activate again.
But Drakonix's flame touched the clause and it died like dry grass.
The assassin's mask shattered.
Under it, their eyes were full of terror. "We were bait…"
Qi Shan Wei's voice stayed calm, but it turned colder. "Who paid."
The assassin trembled. "A bell… and a court…" they choked out. "A name we weren't allowed to say…"
The Silent Bell envoy's gaze snapped to the assassin. "Stop."
Too late.
The assassin's mouth opened—
And the bell rang.
Not loud.
Not violent.
Just final.
The assassin's head lowered like a puppet whose strings were cut.
Their body fell.
No blood.
No wound.
Just… ended.
Feng Qingyue's fingers curled. "That is not justice," she said.
The envoy's face was stone. "That is correction."
Qi Shan Wei lifted Heavenpiercer again.
He did not point it at the Court elders.
He pointed it at the silver scratch in the air—the wounded place where the hook had been forced to "exist."
His voice was quiet. "If time can kill to hide a name…"
Heavenpiercer's prismatic hairline flared brighter.
"…then I will carve that name out of it."
The Court elders shouted at once. "Stop him!"
"Seal him!"
"Execute him!"
The dome filled with killing intent.
But Qi Shan Wei did not move like panic.
He moved like a commander.
"Zhen," he said.
"Command received," Zhen replied.
The Imperial Shield Matrix shifted, turning from a dome into a moving fortress wall—angling, sliding, layering around cocoon and allies with clean, perfect timing.
"Xueyao," Qi Shan Wei said.
Ling Xueyao lifted her shaking hand. Her eyes were bright like moonlight, but steady now. "I can hold it for one breath," she whispered.
"One breath is enough," Qi Shan Wei answered.
"Qingyue," he said.
Feng Qingyue's flame rose in a tight spiral, controlled and royal. "I can burn the edge," she said.
"Do not burn the core," Qi Shan Wei replied.
She blinked, surprised he cared about her price even now.
Then she nodded. "Understood."
Drakonix's voice rumbled from inside the cracked cocoon. "And me?"
Qi Shan Wei did not soften his tone. "Do not force your bloodline."
Drakonix hissed, offended like a tiny tyrant. "I… big now."
Zhen spoke at the worst possible time. "Size increase is not proof of maturity."
Drakonix growled. "Metal…!"
Zhen replied, calm. "I am not metal."
Then the world slammed back into danger.
The bell rang again.
And far beyond the realm, the sky answered.
A deep thunder rolled—not normal thunder.
A thunder that sounded like the heavens waking up.
Outside the dome, people looked up and froze.
Because the clouds above the world—far away, yet visible like a vision—split into thin cracks of white-blue light.
Lightning did not fall.
It moved sideways.
Like it was searching.
The Silent Bell envoy whispered, voice tight for the first time.
"The Heavens… begin to move."
Qi Shan Wei felt the pressure through the air, through the ledger, through the wounded hook.
Time was not only collecting debt anymore.
It was calling something else.
Something that answered with thunder.
Qi Shan Wei raised Heavenpiercer one final inch.
His eyes were calm, serious, emperor-like.
And he gave a simple order to the world itself.
"Open."
Heavenpiercer cut.
And the bell's wounded "hook" screamed like a law that finally learned fear.
To be Continued
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