Return of the Void Lord

Before the sky fractured. Before the first battle. Before Lin Feng awakened the Void.

There was a sentence:

"In the margins of forgotten tales, a boy dreamed of silence."

Now, that sentence was missing.

It had been erased.

Ruoxi held the Folio in trembling hands.

"It's not just gone," she whispered. "It's as if it was never written."

Lin Feng frowned. "They've started."

Yue Lian unsheathed her blade. "The Revisionists."

The Divine Folio pulsed with light, but the glow was dimming. Whole pages rippled. Paragraphs reordered themselves.

Scholars screamed. Lorekeepers collapsed. One scribe turned to dust mid-sentence.

Lin Feng stepped forward and opened the Folio to its earliest entries.

Blank.

"No origin," he muttered. "No beginning… means no end."

"They're not just rewriting now," Ruoxi said. "They're rewriting was."

The Revisionists are a forbidden faction of Editors who believe:

All stories contain flaws

Any flaw is a contagion

Therefore, the past must be corrected for the present to survive

They wield Red Quills, tools capable of:

Removing events retroactively

Inserting new truths

Overwriting entire identities

Their leader: Primeditor Kael—a figure said to have rewritten himself into existence.

The trio journeyed to the location of Lin Feng's first awakening: the Ruins of Chapter One.

What had once been a temple of silence was now a battlefield.

Revisionist constructs floated through the air—men of paper, women of whiteout, beasts of margins.

They spoke in clipped tones:

"You should not have started." "Error must be undone." "There was no boy. Only deviation."

Lin Feng raised his blade. "I was written. I earned this life."

The constructs attacked.

Ruoxi summoned flames shaped like ellipses. Yue Lian's wind became recursive—doubling back on itself, reflecting attacks.

Lin Feng invoked:

Void Law – Anchor the Prologue.

It bound the ground beneath their feet—fixing narrative gravity.

But the Revisionists kept coming.

One struck Lin Feng with a Red Quill.

Instantly, a memory vanished.

He staggered. "Where… where was my first scar?"

Yue Lian slashed through a construct. "They're deleting your foundation!"

Ruoxi yelled, "Fight not just for now. Fight for who you were!"

Amid the chaos, a page fell from the sky.

A scroll—but written in reverse. Sentences flowed backward. Images twisted from end to start.

Ruoxi caught it.

"It's a Manifest of Anti-Time," she gasped.

Lin Feng touched it—and visions of his life played backward:

Yue Lian's first insult.

Ruoxi's tears the day he nearly died.

His own moment of awakening.

The scroll pulsed.

"Use it," Yue Lian said. "To reclaim."

Lin Feng nodded.

He rewrote the scroll.

And shouted:

Void Law – Reaffirm the Origin.

The ground roared. Reality groaned.

And the Revisionists' script shattered.

The battlefield cleared. A voice echoed from the sky:

"Persistence is not perfection."

Primeditor Kael descended.

He wore a cloak of first drafts, and his eyes were blank paragraphs.

"You are an accumulation of errors," he told Lin Feng. "Do you not crave clarity?"

"No," Lin Feng said. "I crave truth. Even if it's ugly."

Kael raised a quill. "Then accept revision. Let us make you correct."

Ruoxi stepped beside Lin Feng.

"I fell in love with his mistakes."

Yue Lian joined them.

"I trust his chaos more than your order."

Kael frowned. "You are corrupted by sentiment."

Lin Feng drew his sword.

"No. We're defined by it."

Kael attacked with Correction Blades—sentences that sliced cause from effect.

Lin Feng's blade parried each one with counterlines:

"I choose to stumble."

"I embrace contradiction."

"I begin again, and again, and again."

Yue Lian's winds shredded false edits. Ruoxi burned revision glyphs mid-air.

Kael screamed and summoned his final power:

The Absolute Draft.

It tried to overwrite the entire world as a perfect loop.

But Lin Feng stepped into the storm.

And wrote a single phrase in the center:

"The beauty of the tale... is that it grows."

Every deleted moment returned. Every whiteout bled backwards into ink. Every erased name whispered again.

Lin Feng's first scar. His laughter. His fear.

Restored.

Primeditor Kael fell to his knees.

"This… is flaw."

Lin Feng nodded.

"Yes. And it is life."

The Divine Folio flipped to a new opening page.

Ruoxi read aloud:

"In the echoes of all that nearly wasn't, Lin Feng chose to be."

Yue Lian raised her flask. "To error."

Lin Feng lifted his blade. "To never starting over."

And the sky rippled…

…with applause.

To be continue...