The Divine Tribunal's Judgment

The Celestial Court of Final Verdicts existed beyond mortal comprehension—a vast chamber carved from crystallized starlight, where justice was dispensed with the cold precision of cosmic law.

Ethereal mists swirled through the air like living things, carrying whispers of fates decided and destinies rewritten.

Seven figures sat upon thrones of pure white jade, their forms wreathed in fog so thick that only their silhouettes remained visible.

Each radiated the overwhelming presence of true immortals—beings who had transcended not just mortality, but the very concept of limitation itself.

Their auras pressed against reality like weights, causing the air itself to shimmer with barely contained power.

In the center of their circle stood a woman.

Her hands were bound by chains of light that pulsed with divine energy, each link inscribed with seals that prevented even the thought of resistance.

She was beautiful in the way that only celestial beings could be—ageless, perfect, her form radiating the kind of ethereal grace that mortal eyes could barely process.

But now that divine beauty was marred by desperation.

One of the fog-faced figures leaned forward, raising a pale hand that seemed to be carved from moonbeams. When he spoke, his voice carried the weight of absolute authority.

"I will choose you to become the vessel for my birth."

The woman's eyes widened, trembling with shock and horror as the implications crashed over her like a collapsing mountain.

Her lips parted, but only a whisper emerged.

"No..." She shook her head frantically, the chains clinking as she struggled against them. "This way, I will lose my divinity. My essence will be—"

Cold laughter echoed through the chamber, cutting through her protests like a blade through silk. The figure's amusement was palpable, dripping with disdain and cruel satisfaction.

"You should be honored that we are giving you this chance to become the source of my birth," he said, his tone carrying the casual cruelty of someone addressing an insect. "Remember this well—your crimes are unforgivable."

The woman's desperation flared into defiance, her voice cracking as she fought against the overwhelming pressure bearing down on her soul.

"I didn't do anything except help him escape!" she cried, tears streaming down her perfect cheeks. "He was right to defend himself! The corruption, the injustice—he was only trying to—"

The pressure intensified tenfold.

She collapsed to her knees, groaning as invisible weights crashed down upon her spirit. The very air became thick as liquid, each breath a struggle against forces that sought to crush her existence.

"That treacherous man," she gasped between labored breaths, "who always lusts with corrupted dao—"

Her words were cut off as additional circles of light materialized around her throat, tightening like ethereal nooses. She choked, her hands clawing uselessly at the divine restraints as they began to constrict.

Then the spear appeared.

It materialized in the hand of the central figure—a weapon of pure curse energy, its blade writhing with malevolent power that made reality itself recoil. Without ceremony, without hesitation, he drove it straight through her chest.

Her eyes went wide, pupils dilating as the cursed energy flooded through her divine essence like poison through water. She could feel her immortality being stripped away layer by layer, her connection to the celestial realm severing like cut strings.

"With this, we seal your memory and trap you in the endless reincarnation pool," the figure intoned, his voice echoing with finality. "You will die and take rebirth one after another, forgetting your whole essence. And in your first birth, you will become the vessel for the Descending of the First Son of Heaven."

The true horror of her fate crashed over her like a tsunami.

She understood now—if she simply fell into the reincarnation pool, there would be a chance. A slim possibility that her divine nature could reassert itself, that she could reclaim her memories across lifetimes.

But becoming the birth vessel for a Son of Heaven would drain everything from her. All her accumulated fortune, her good karma, her spiritual credits—everything would transfer to the child, leaving her with nothing. Less than nothing.

In subsequent lives, she would be born spiritually bankrupt, with no divine spark to kindle her memories.

She would truly become mortal, trapped in an endless cycle of ignorant reincarnation.

Just like humans who never even think about the fact that one day they will die yet keep living, ignorant of this very obvious truth—a life of ignorance that for her was a cage.

Her jaws clenched as she tried to protest, to bargain, to offer anything that might change this cruel sentence.

But before she could speak, a sharp needle appeared on her forehead like a mark—a thin spike of crystallized judgment that pulsed with sealing power.

The fog-faced immortal stood from his throne, his pristine white robes flowing around him like liquid light.

His voice carried the finality of cosmic law.

"I will take birth through you, woman. You better be on guard—your sins might vanish that way."

With that, he flicked his fingers.

The woman's body instantly vanished, pulled into the swirling void of reincarnation like a stone cast into bottomless water.

Her scream of protest was lost in the rushing sound of a soul being cast down from the heights of divinity into the mortal realm.

The Awakening in Mortality

"Haah...! Haah....!" Her eyes snapped open, pupils dilating as she found herself lurching forward, gasping for air that tasted of dust and decay.

She was in a hut.

The walls were cracked and weathered, constructed from rough wood and patched with cloth that had seen better decades.

Broken pottery littered the floor around her, and her body...

Her body was wrapped in tattered bandages, some of them soaked through with old blood.

The clothes she wore were little more than rags, torn and stained beyond recognition.

Every movement sent fresh waves of agony through her limbs.

But it was the memories that truly devastated her.

Everything came flooding back at once—the trial, the sentence, the cruel laughter of the immortals as they condemned her to this fate.

She remembered her divine nature, her power, her connection to the celestial realms.

She remembered who she had been.

And now she felt what she had become.

It's been 3 years since these fragments started to come in seizures to her.

Not all the memory came at once, but it was more like small shocks, and each shock seemed to tear at her, damaging her meridian. It was cruel as she kept remembering the memory; she kept falling from her true level of peak core formation to foundational establishment. And then within the span of three years, she now had become a mortal with not just damaged meridians but with a completely severed body.

Her jaws clenched as blood began to form between her teeth, her body trembling with rage and despair as she spat out the words that had been building in her throat.

"You bastards... I will—"

But she couldn't complete the threat.

The horrible truth crashed over her as she lowered her head in defeat.

The moment she died in this life, her memories would be gone forever.

Her divinity was already stripped away, leaving her with nothing but mortal flesh and fading consciousness.

She would be like every other human, who lives their life without asking what exists ahead of death... just forgetting death itself or not caring about it.

This body had been designed for one purpose—to give birth and then wither away.

She could feel it now, the fundamental weakness built into her very bones. The moment her divine memories started to awaken, they had triggered a self-destructing seal.

And now, she couldn't sense any spiritual core in her body. It was hollow. Everything had been destroyed within. She couldn't even move her body now as the final piece of the memory came to her.

Now it was her life force that was draining away, leaving her to watch helplessly as everything she had once been slipped through her fingers like sand.

Tears fell silently down her cheeks as the full weight of her situation settled upon her.

She was trapped in a dying body, armed only with memories of power she could never reclaim, waiting for a death that would rob her of even that small comfort.

All she could do was weep for the divine being she had been, and for the countless mortal lives of ignorance that stretched before her like an endless, lightless tunnel.

And she... her eyes just closed slowly, falling into oblivion, waiting to die alone in this rundown village.

Bam! Bam!

"WE FOUND HER!"

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