A/N : Wrong update And I can't even fix it, so sorry,

Though its just one chapter, so read next one and then read this one.

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Hours passed as Tian Lei's focus deepened. The faint hum of the formation chamber resonated with his heartbeat, each pulse drawing threads of essence from the mountain's veins into his meridians. The jade slips around him floated midair, rotating slowly, their inscriptions glowing in harmony with the rhythm of his breathing.

The formations he studied weren't merely diagrams—they were philosophies carved in symbols. Each node represented a thought, each rune a revelation of balance between heaven and earth.

By the time the first rays of morning reached his window, his chamber had transformed into a miniature cosmos of runic light. The orbs of qi circled him like stars, converging and dispersing in steady cadence.

But just as he was about to end his meditation, something shifted.

A strand of foreign qi slipped into the formation flow—subtle, cold, and ancient. It moved against the natural current, as though testing the integrity of his runes.

Tian Lei's eyes snapped open. His pupils reflected the faint shimmer of gold runes as his hands moved instinctively, reinforcing the pattern with a counterseal. The chamber's walls flickered in response, a dull hum echoing through the stone.

Then, from the center of the platform, a faint projection began to form—a translucent figure cloaked in light.

It wasn't human. Its outline flickered between forms—a man, a beast, a wisp of divine light—until it settled into the faint semblance of an old scholar, his robe embroidered with countless runic symbols that changed every few seconds.

"You've touched the pattern of the Heavens far too early," the apparition said, voice calm yet carrying the weight of eons. "Even in the Age of Silence, few dared to inscribe the Tri-Rune Spiral before tempering their soul core."

Tian Lei's brow furrowed slightly. "Who are you?"

"I am what remains of the Keeper of the Thirteenth Hall," the figure replied, his tone both weary and proud. "Once, this peak held thirteen halls—each a domain of mastery. Now, only seven remain. But your resonance…" His eyes gleamed faintly. "It awakened the dormant sigil of the lost Hall."

Tian Lei rose to his feet, his qi circulating defensively. "Dormant sigil?"

The projection nodded. "Buried beneath your very chamber. It lies sealed—waiting for one who can hear the mountain's heart. You have drawn its attention, whether by fate or defiance."

The air in the chamber vibrated softly as the old projection raised a hand. A ripple spread through the floor, revealing faint golden runes hidden beneath the surface. They pulsed once, twice—then dimmed.

"When the three lights align," the voice continued, "seek the Core of Harmonious Echoes. Only there can the Thirteenth Hall awaken."

Before Tian Lei could question further, the apparition began to fade, its form dissolving like mist under sunlight.

"Wait—!" he called out.

But the projection only left behind a whisper that resonated in his mind:"Do not let the seals break before you are ready."

Then, silence.

Tian Lei stood still for several breaths, the room returning to calm. Slowly, he lowered himself back onto the platform.

"…Thirteenth Hall, huh?" he murmured, glancing at the faint golden runes still flickering under the stone. "Seems this mountain's hiding more secrets than the elders let on."

He looked toward the open window, where the morning sun cast its first full light across the peaks. Disciples were gathering far below, their robes fluttering in the breeze as Elder Huyan's voice carried across the summit.

Tian Lei closed his eyes briefly, his expression sharpening."Three lights. Core of Harmonious Echoes. I'll find it."

He stood, brushing the dust from his robes, and stepped out into the light of Harmony Heaven Peak—his silhouette framed against the rising sun, as if the mountain itself was watching.

And far beneath his chamber, deep within the foundation of the peak, a faint pulse answered him—slow, patient, and ancient.

The Thirteenth Hall… had begun to stir once more.

The bells of Harmony Heaven Peak tolled softly, their sound echoing like ripples through clouds and stone alike. Every disciple paused in reverence as the golden resonance washed through the mountain, a sound that symbolized both dawn—and discipline.

By the time Tian Lei reached the Grand Formation Plaza, hundreds of disciples had already assembled in neat rows. Floating platforms hovered in the air above them, each layered with shifting arrays that reflected the rising sun into cascades of light.

At the highest platform stood Elder Huyan, robes fluttering with an invisible wind. His presence alone stilled the mountain's spiritual flow—like an artist commanding silence before the first brushstroke.

"Formation," Elder Huyan began, his voice calm yet commanding, "is not art. It is order imposed upon chaos."

The runes above his hand flared to life, intertwining like celestial vines. "When Heaven first breathed creation into the void, what emerged was not perfection—but imbalance. Fire burned without end, water consumed without boundary, light sought dominance over shadow."

He waved his hand. The formations shifted, displaying scenes of primordial energy clashing and merging, until a single rune of perfect symmetry appeared in the center.

"And then… the first Heaven-Bound Formation was born. Not a creation of man, nor god—but of the world seeking its own harmony."

A low murmur spread among the disciples. Even the senior ones leaned forward slightly; the term Heaven-Bound was spoken of in reverence, but seldom understood.

Elder Huyan's eyes gleamed faintly. "You will all spend years learning formations of men—arrays of defense, concealment, refinement. But know this: every true master seeks one thing—to build a formation that the Heavens themselves must acknowledge. One that aligns not with human intent, but with universal truth."

He let that sink in. "Such formations are alive. They breathe. They evolve. And they demand a price."

The air trembled slightly as his gaze swept across the crowd, pausing—just for an instant—on Tian Lei.

"That price," Huyan continued softly, "is understanding. Not of symbols, not of spirit stones or spiritual flow—but of the rhythm behind existence. The Harmony of Heaven."

He raised his hand again, and the golden rune expanded into countless layers, forming a vast mandala of interlocking light. Within it, small streams of qi flowed like rivers, converging into radiant cores.

"This," Huyan said, "is a simplified version of the Heaven-Bound Array of Balance. Every disciple of this peak must eventually comprehend its structure. It will test your mind, your soul, and your patience."

He smiled faintly. "Many will fail before even sensing its pulse. Fewer still will survive hearing its song."

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