The Court elder's order hung in the air like a blade.
"Execute him."
For a breath, nobody moved.
Not because they agreed. Not because they were brave.
Because the bell's last word—EMPEROR—was still shaking inside their bones.
Then the sky above the platform changed.
A square of ancient light formed, slow and heavy, like a giant seal being lifted out of invisible ink. It was not made of metal or jade. It was made of judgment. The edges were perfect. The center was filled with moving characters that looked alive, like they were crawling into place.
The Silent Bell envoy's face went tight.
"That is not a normal execution method," he said.
The Court elder smiled coldly. "It is old enough to be clean."
The square seal turned, and everyone felt what it was aiming at.
It was not aiming at Qi Shan Wei's body.
It was aiming at the meaning of him.
The envoy's voice dropped. "Execution Stamp," he said. "A stamp that targets identity."
A murmur rose outside the dome. People whispered the same fear in different words.
If it lands, you don't just die.
You get erased.
The stamp brightened, and a new line of light appeared beneath it—thin as a hair, sharp as a vow—connecting it to the River of Time.
The bell did not ring this time.
It listened.
The stamp began to fall.
Slowly.
Like the sky had decided it was time to press a final verdict onto the world.
Qi Shan Wei stood still.
His calm did not look like courage.
It looked like control.
Heavenpiercer rested in his hand, steady as a law.
He lifted his eyes to the stamp and spoke one quiet sentence. "So the Court wants to kill a word."
The Court elder's eyes narrowed. "We want to kill the problem."
Qi Shan Wei did not argue. He simply turned his head slightly, scanning his allies like a commander reading a battlefield map.
"Zhen," he said.
Zhen's voice was flat. "Ready."
"Shield priority," Qi Shan Wei said. "Cocoon. Xueyao. Qingyue."
"Understood," Zhen replied.
Qi Shan Wei's gaze moved to Ling Xueyao. "Hold your moon only long enough to stop the stamp from touching the name."
Ling Xueyao's throat tightened. Her eyes were bright and wet at the edges, but her face stayed proud. "I can hold it," she whispered. "But it will scar me."
"I know," Qi Shan Wei said.
Then his gaze moved to Feng Qingyue.
Her phoenix light was already trembling. The vow ring she had made was still burning around the half-hidden letters near Shan Wei's chest, but her breathing had turned shallow, like every heartbeat was costing her something.
"Qingyue," Qi Shan Wei said, voice low. "Stop feeding it with blood."
Feng Qingyue's lips curled in a pained, fierce smile. "If I stop," she whispered, "they finish you."
Qi Shan Wei's eyes did not soften.
They sharpened.
"Then I finish them first," he said.
The stamp fell another inch.
The air grew heavier.
Zhen's armor flared. His Imperial Shield Matrix shifted again, layers sliding like fortress gates locking into place.
"Imperial Shield Matrix," Zhen said. "Third Layer: Name-Shelter Dome."
A second dome formed inside the first—smaller, denser, moving with them like a living bunker. The air inside it felt thick and stable, like sound and law had to ask permission to enter.
The Silent Bell envoy stared. "A shield that shelters identity…" he murmured. "That should not exist."
Qi Shan Wei replied calmly, "Stability is a choice."
The Court elder's smile vanished. "Drop it," he commanded.
The stamp accelerated.
Ling Xueyao inhaled once.
And her world turned into moonlight.
Behind her, a pale moon manifested fully—huge, silent, and terrifying. The moment it appeared, the air froze so hard that dust stopped mid-fall again. The stamp's falling motion slowed, as if it had hit invisible ice.
Frozen law wrapped around judgment.
The stamp shook, fighting.
Ling Xueyao's body trembled. Frost crawled up her neck and along her lashes. Her breath came out white, and her eyes flickered like she was staring into a cold sun.
"Hold…" she whispered through clenched teeth.
The stamp fought harder.
Cracks formed in the frozen air.
The Court elder's eyes gleamed. "Good," he said softly. "Let her break. Then stamp him anyway."
A ripple of anger moved through the dome.
Not from Qi Shan Wei.
From the others.
Feng Qingyue's phoenix light surged, and she took a step forward, even though her legs shook.
But before she could burn herself further, a gentle prismatic formation line slid around her waist—like a belt of light.
Qi Shan Wei had done it without looking.
A protection formation.
Not a cage.
A support.
Feng Qingyue's eyes widened.
Qi Shan Wei's voice stayed calm. "Don't fall," he said.
Her throat tightened. "You still have time to save yourself," she whispered.
Qi Shan Wei answered with the same cold truth as always. "Saving myself is not enough."
The stamp pushed again.
The frozen air screamed, and Ling Xueyao's moon shuddered.
Her Lunar Frost Domain held—barely.
Then the stamp changed.
The characters inside it rearranged like a cruel mind learning.
A new line formed across its center.
STAMP THE PUPPET FIRST.
Zhen's head turned.
His crimson core pulsed once, hard.
The hook-line of Bell-Law slid out of the stamp like a needle, aiming straight at Zhen's chest.
The Silent Bell envoy's eyes widened. "It wants a clean anchor," he warned. "A puppet is easier to rewrite than a soul."
The needle struck Zhen.
For a heartbeat, Zhen's eyes went dim again.
A new word tried to crawl into his core.
Not "Zhen."
A Court word.
A leash word.
Zhen's voice slowed. "Rewrite… pressure detected."
The Court elder's lips curved. "Good. Take his shield. Then take his emperor."
Drakonix snarled inside the cracked cocoon. The sound was half-roar, half-baby rage. "No," he hissed. "No take… my shield."
Zhen's mouth moved like it wanted to argue.
Then, with terrible timing, he said, "Clarification: I am not your shield. I am master's shield."
Drakonix snapped back instantly. "Same!"
For a tiny breath, fear stumbled again—just for a breath.
Then the bell's pressure returned like a cliff collapsing.
Zhen's armor runes flickered.
The Court word pushed deeper.
Zhen's voice steadied, blunt and calm. "If rewritten, I will activate self-destruction to prevent obedience."
A hush hit the dome.
Even the Court elders blinked.
The Silent Bell envoy whispered, "That puppet… has a will."
Qi Shan Wei's eyes narrowed slightly. "You will not self-destruct," he said, voice like iron.
Zhen answered, "Then rewrite must be stopped."
"It will be," Qi Shan Wei said.
He lifted two fingers and drew three prismatic glyphs in the air again—simple strokes, clean and clear.
The glyphs did not look like a weapon.
They looked like a rule.
He pressed them toward Zhen's chest.
The moment they touched the rewrite line, the Court word inside Zhen's core stuttered—like it had hit a wall made of meaning.
Zhen's eyes brightened again. His voice returned to full speed. "Rewrite reduced. Forty percent. Seventy. Ninety."
The needle hissed.
The stamp above shook, angry.
The Court elder's face twisted. "How?"
Qi Shan Wei replied without pride. "You cannot rename what you cannot understand."
The stamp dropped again.
Ling Xueyao's moon flickered wildly.
Her knees bent.
The frozen law scars around her surged, spreading across the ground like white cracks.
Her lips parted in a silent gasp. "Shan Wei—"
Qi Shan Wei moved.
Not fast like panic.
Fast like decision.
He stepped into the edge of her moonlight and raised Heavenpiercer—not toward the Court, not toward the stamp—toward the thin time-line that connected the stamp to the River of Time.
The Silent Bell envoy's eyes widened in horror. "Do not cut that line," he warned. "If you sever it wrong, time collapses. This realm will fold."
Qi Shan Wei's voice stayed level. "Then I sever it correctly."
The Court elder laughed. "Arrogant."
Qi Shan Wei did not reply.
He drew a circle of prismatic symbols around the time-line—like building a safe frame around a wild beast. Then he placed a second circle under it—like a catcher's net.
Two simple formations.
Clean.
Stable.
Reliable.
The same kind of "safe" work he sold to the world.
Except now he used it on time itself.
The stamp fell again, and the time-line tightened like a rope.
Ling Xueyao's moon cracked.
Feng Qingyue's phoenix ring trembled.
Zhen's shield layers groaned.
And then Drakonix roared.
A real roar this time.
Not cute.
Not small.
A thunderflame roar that shook the inside dome like a storm waking up.
The cocoon split wider.
Two wings snapped outward, huge and trembling, covered in prismatic flame veins and thin arcs of newborn lightning. The fire did not look like normal fire anymore.
It looked like fire that could bite laws.
Drakonix's eyes opened.
They were bright and wild.
"Mine," he growled, staring at the stamp like it was food and insult at the same time. "No… stamp."
Then he did something reckless.
He lunged his flame toward the stamp's falling path and tried to burn the judgment characters inside it.
The characters hissed.
They did not burn easily.
They were too old.
Too deep.
Drakonix jerked back with a pained hiss. "Old… hurts…"
Qi Shan Wei's voice cut through the chaos, calm and hard. "Do not force your flame," he said.
Drakonix's wing twitched like a stubborn child. "But… they hurt you."
Qi Shan Wei replied, "Then I hurt them."
The stamp fell again.
Ling Xueyao's moon almost shattered.
Her eyes went wide with pain, but she held.
Because she refused to be dragged.
Because she refused to be lost.
The Silent Bell envoy lifted his hand, shaking. "If the stamp lands," he said, voice tight, "the Court will not only kill you. It will brand your existence. Even if you reincarnate, the brand follows. Even across cycles."
The Court elder's voice turned sharp. "Good."
Qi Shan Wei finally looked up at him.
His gaze was calm.
But it felt like winter and thunder at the same time.
"You want to kill me," Qi Shan Wei said. "Fine."
His voice lowered. "But you are using time to do it."
The Court elder sneered. "Time belongs to the Court."
The Silent Bell envoy flinched. "No," he whispered, like he could not stop himself. "Time belongs to the Bell."
The stamp dropped one more inch.
And the bell answered.
A deep ring rolled through the realm, and the stamp suddenly stopped being "slow." It started falling like a final verdict.
Ling Xueyao's moon screamed.
Feng Qingyue's phoenix ring flared and cracked.
Zhen's shield layers shook.
Drakonix bared his teeth.
Qi Shan Wei lifted Heavenpiercer.
Not at the stamp.
At the Court's authority line behind it.
Because the stamp was not only time.
It was a Court law wrapped in time.
Qi Shan Wei's calm voice became colder than steel. "Court law is still law," he said.
He raised the blade slightly.
"Law can be cut."
The Court elder's eyes widened.
The Silent Bell envoy's face went pale. "If you cut Court law inside a bell zone—" he started.
Qi Shan Wei did not let him finish.
He stepped forward and struck.
Not like a swordsman trying to split stone.
Like an emperor drawing a line across fate.
Heavenpiercer's tip touched the invisible place where the Court's execution authority "existed."
And tried to cut it anyway.
The air screamed.
The stamp shuddered.
The time-line snapped tight—
And the whole realm felt something crack.
Not ice.
Not stone.
A rule.
To be Continued
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