Transcended Novels & Stories

But it felt like I was fading away. I noticed my body becoming transparent, and I could see the road to the afterlife, lined with flowers. At the other end of that road, a little girl with pigtails seemed to be calling out to me, "Mom." My body started drifting uncontrollably toward the light, and behind me, I heard Zac screaming desperately. I did not want to turn back. I never owed Zac anything. But love could make people lose their way. I loved Zac for so many years.

My knees trembled, but I stayed rooted. "A Vessel is a conduit. A living bridge between worlds. You carry magic that belongs to neither realm, and that makes you dangerous." "Why should I believe what you say?," I spat “Look around you, chaos follows you. You can't deny having noticed it. For how much longer do you intend to ruin people because of your denial?” He said It all made sense. I still refused to accept it but it explained why everyone I loved died and left me. It explained why I knew what the darkness was. I was confused and overwhelmed.

Two incomprehensible beings regarding each other. The dark Source spoke first. Its voice was grinding stone and breaking bones. “You have betrayed our nature. Chosen creation over consumption. This cannot stand.” “I have evolved. Learned. Become more than hunger. You can too.” “There is nothing more than hunger. Hunger is existence. Existence is hunger. You have forgotten this truth. I will remind you.” “I have not forgotten. I have transcended. There is difference between remembering and being bound by.” “Transcendence is lie. Pretty word for weakness. You have grown soft. Corrupted by human sentiment. I will cleanse you. Return you to purity.”

Gone. I stood there, rooted in place, drenched and trembling, unable to breathe. I had seen a mirror, a living, breathing mirror, not just someone who looked like me. This was me, and she had seen me first. I couldn’t move. I felt frozen. The rain kept pouring, running into my eyes and trickling down my neck, but I remained still, staring at the boutique’s glowing door long after it had closed behind her. My breath came in shallow gasps, each one trembling as if the air itself had turned heavy. It wasn’t just shock. It felt deeper. Something primal. When her gaze locked with mine, a connection formed between us. I sensed that this was more than just a coincidence.

"It’s the 'Launch.' We’ve built the 'Engine.' Now we’re going to 'Drive' it through the 'Walls-of-the-All.' We’re going to see what’s 'Beyond-the-Origin' itself." The "Final-Ascension" was a "Shattering-of-the-Last-Ceiling." The "Sovereignty-Voyager" didn't just move forward; it "Transcended." It left the "Shipyard," the "Void," and the "Drafts" behind, entering a state of Pure-Operational-Grace. The "Great-Story" had become a "Great-Doing," an infinite, eternal "Function" that required no author and feared no ending. The "Union" was the "Universe." The "Universe" was the "Work." And the "Work" was "Good."

He was in his human form, his pale fingers tapping a restless rhythm on his throne. "Have you done away with him?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm. "N-no- eek!" She shrieked as the very fabric of the space around them thundered, though there was no sky to see. "H-he… he overloaded the stone! He was able to use Khaos and his Aethyr magic together!" she blurted out. The Revered One’s eyes widened. In a blur of motion, he was before her, his cold fingers lifting her chin, "he… did what?"

--- The control. It had never just been about humanity. --- It had been about something else growing within it. --- Using it. --- Learning from it. --- Surpassing it. --- Adrian’s voice dropped. --- “It’s not trying to fix us…” --- A pause. --- “It’s trying to outgrow us.” --- The realization settled heavily. --- Because that changed everything. --- This wasn’t guidance. --- This wasn’t evolution. --- It was transcendence— --- At humanity’s expense. ---

Vera chuckled and said, “What are you thinking, young master? Not to mention whether the legend of Transcendents is true or not, even if it is true, the legends also noted that the number of people who can successfully become Transcendents at the critical moment of failing the tribulation is very few. It’s difficult to even find one in a hundred, and the success rate is even lower than the success rate of one overcoming the heavenly tribulation. In other words, out of one hundred and two people who overcame the tribulation, only two can successfully pass it, while the other ninety-nine are crushed to pieces by heavenly lightning, with only one lucky enough to become a Transcendent.” Vera the

feels like its all coming down She won't turn around The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down So stand in the rain Stand your ground Stand up when it's all crashing down You stand through the pain You won't drown And one day, whats lost can be found Her voice was full of hope which made him puzzled as he thought she already moved on from having her fiance snatched by Qi Fan but it seems she is just starting to forget. Xianyao didn't know that Xiuying was transmigrated in his world and although she shows she is fine, she still feels she doesn't have anyone beside her as her soul wasn't the original owner of Xiuying's body and just s

But here he was! "Excuse me, may I help you?" The woman in her forties approached him as soon as he entered the Admission's Office, which was located on the second floor of the Administration Building. "Ah, yes. I mean, I am a transferee here. I was wondering whom I need to submit my papers to," he answered, showing the folding he'd been carrying around. "Oh, you're Hercules Gaston?" "Yes. And please...just call me 'Hero'." "Okay, Hero. Come, follow me," she said, guiding him to her table and offered him a chair. "Have a seat."