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Chapter 5: The Black Lotus Invitation
The sky did not change color.
The stars did not blink.
The heavens did not wail.
But across every realm in the Upper Echelon, something appeared.
Not sent.
Not cast.
Not delivered.
It appeared, like rot blooming inside divine silk.
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The Black Lotus Pamphlets
They unfolded like blossoms in midair.
Midnight petals of unknown origin, soft to the touch, veined in crimson threads.
On the surface—a single, immaculate script, pulsing with sentient ink:
> "The Sutra of the Blooming Void beckons."
A whisper crawled from its pages, not aloud—but within the mind:
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📜 The Conditions of the Silk Lotus Sect
1. Only men may enter. No matter race, clan, or origin—only those born of male essence shall be allowed to cross the threshold.
2. You will become a femboy. The Sutra of the Blooming Void shall reshape your body, soul, and energy into divine femininity. You shall remain male, but beauty and softness shall become your law. Resistance shall wither.
3. You will dual cultivate only with the Sect Master. All former attachments—lovers, wives, children, brothers, even sects—shall be severed. Your devotion shall belong to one.He shall be your God, Your Husband, your sole purpose.
4. In return, you shall grasp power beyond realms. Your cultivation shall skyrocket. Your Qi shall bloom.Limitations surpassed. Your enemies shall bow before your elegance. You shall transcend mortality—beautiful, powerful, and forever his.
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No sender.
No name.
Just a black lotus seal stamped at the bottom.
And when any tried to burn, shred, or cleanse the pamphlet, it would dissolve… into silken petals, vanished without trace, as if it were a lie in the first place.
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In common cities:
"Is this a joke?!"
"Haha! Femboys?! Is this what heretics play at now?"
"What kind of perverted cultivator wrote this filth?"
They laughed. They mocked.
Some burned it.
Some read it twice.
A few… didn't speak of it again.
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In elite sects:
"It's a trap."
"Some insane charm-cultivator."
"Don't read it. Seal it. Lock it away."
Some felt the name Sutra of the Blooming Void twist their very Qi just by hearing it.
Their meridians softened.
Their voice caught in their throat.
They turned from the pamphlet as if it were a god gazing back.
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In hidden ancient places:
A nine-tailed beast spirit looked up from his cavern and whispered:
"He's begun..."
A former Dao King—now blind and cursed—screamed and clawed at the sky:
"You fools! You cannot stop a man who has written his own law!"
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The Verdict of the Divine Courts
The Celestial Enforcers declared it an "unauthorized sectual invitation" and attempted to trace the origin.
They found nothing.
Not a path.
Not a thread.
Not even a karma echo.
But deep within the Divine Court, the oldest beings sat in silence.
One finally whispered:
> "This is not a sect. This is a calamity."
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And as the world debated, ridiculed, ignored, feared, and sealed the pamphlets…
One by one…
Men began to disappear.
Drawn by dreams.
Bound by secret longing.
Walking willingly into a mythical realm that none could find.
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