The moment the Guardian took its first step—

  the entire chamber trembled like a dying world.

  Dust cascaded from the ceiling. Ancient stone pillars groaned, as if unable to endure the pressure of its existence. The air turned cold and heavy, crushing Long Chen’s lungs like an invisible hand.

  Heavy.

  Crushing.

  Alive.

  Before he could reposition—

  A colossal stone fist ripped through the air, dragging a wave of distorted gravity behind it.

  “Too fast—”

  He twisted aside with everything he had—

  but the fist didn’t need to land.

  The shockwave detonated outward and hurled him across the chamber.

  His back slammed into the wall. Stone exploded on impact. Pain burst through his ribs, and warm blood filled his mouth. His vision blurred. Sound faded into a distant hum.

  For a brief second—

  fear surfaced.

  I can’t win like this…

  The Guardian advanced again.

  Each step bent the ground inward. This wasn’t mere weight — it was authority, as if the chamber itself submitted to its presence.

  Long Chen wiped the blood from his lips and forced himself upright. His arms trembled. His bones felt like they were grinding against each other.

  “So this… is the real first-stage trial,” he muttered.

  The Guardian raised its arm once more.

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  The air compressed violently. Gravity doubled. His knees nearly collapsed.

  Memories flashed — his mother’s final smile, his father’s last stand, the burning village swallowed by flames.

  His expression hardened.

  “I didn’t survive three hundred years of hell… just to fall here.”

  Suddenly—

  Everything slowed.

  His Limit Sense erupted.

  The Guardian’s movements broke into fragments — force flows, pressure shifts, motion gaps — all revealed.

  Between two attacks—

  He saw it.

  A microscopic delay. A flaw between force cycles. A narrow breathing gap inside the crushing field.

  “There…”

  His heartbeat thundered.

  “If limits exist—”

  His fingers dug into his palm until blood ran.

  “—then they can be broken.”

  Something inside him ruptured.

  Not bone.

  Not muscle.

  A boundary.

  Pain detonated through every nerve. His muscles tore and re-knit tighter — denser — stronger. His veins burned like molten metal in a forge.

  A scream rose in his throat — he crushed it into a low growl.

  Limit Breaker — Late Realm.

  His heartbeat became a war drum.

  The Guardian’s killing blow descended like a falling mountain.

  Instead of retreating—

  Long Chen stepped forward.

  “Come.”

  Impact.

  His forearm shattered on contact. Skin split. Blood sprayed into the air.

  But his hand locked onto the Guardian’s fist.

  Stone cracked under his grip.

  For the first time since the battle began —

  the Guardian paused.

  It had been resisted.

  Long Chen laughed weakly through blood.

  “I don’t need to be stronger than you…”

  He drew a sharp breath.

  “I only need to break one more limit than you can.”

  He pulled everything inward — pain, fear, gravity, rage, memory — compressing them into a single point of will.

  His Vein Sight locked onto the rotating core within the Guardian’s chest.

  One step.

  One breath.

  One strike.

  His fist drove forward.

  The impact exploded like sealed thunder. Dark red light burst from the Guardian’s chest. A grinding roar echoed through the chamber — like a mountain collapsing from within.

  Cracks spread across its core.

  Then the entire body disintegrated into drifting dust.

  Silence returned.

  Only falling debris.

  Only his breathing.

  Long Chen stood alone — broken, bleeding, but unbowed.

  A cold ancient voice echoed through the chamber:

  “Trial completed.”

  “You have reached the final boundary of the First Stage.”

  “Limit Breaker — Late Level confirmed.”

  The ground split with a deep rumble. A new stone door rose slowly, carved with endless eclipse symbols. Blue ancient light flowed from the opening like calm water, calling him forward.

  Long Chen watched it in silence.

  The fear inside him was gone.

  Only resolve remained.

  He spoke softly,

  “This path… has no heaven above it.”

  Without hesitation —

  he stepped into the light.

  End of Chapter 6

  Thank you for walking this path with Long Chen.

  Each trial shapes his strength — the next gate is already opening.

  Conti

  nue to the next chapter.

  Author: R. Limitless

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