The Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom — a land born from the fabric of dreams and woven with the threads of imagination — had never looked more breathtaking.
The skies themselves seemed to shimmer with a soft, pearlescent glow, casting down gentle rays that made the entire kingdom feel like a vision sculpted from light. Wisps of dream mist drifted through the air, glistening faintly as they brushed past floating palaces and vast gardens of celestial blooms, each petal crafted by profound energy into perfection.
The grand wedding venue had been raised atop the Dreamweaver Sacred Platform — a colossal, floating island suspended above a mirror-like sea of clouds. Endless fields of ethereal white flowers stretched across the platform, swaying in a breeze that carried the faint scent of dreams and distant melodies, so soft that they seemed to echo from another world.
Intricate formations spun above and below, weaving constellations and flowing patterns of light in the air, giving the illusion that countless stars danced gently around the guests. Upon the sacred stage, towering arches sculpted from crystallized dreamstone arced toward the heavens, entwined with luminous vines that glowed with a soft, silvery light.
The decorations were simple yet impossibly profound: everything was dressed in pure white and soft gold, a sea of flowing banners that drifted like gentle waves in the wind. The colors did not overwhelm — they whispered, as if the entire kingdom itself was blessing the union in silent reverence.
No mortal hand could have arranged such beauty; this was a wedding fitting not merely for royalty — but for gods.
Soon, under the countless gazes of those already gathered, and beneath the echoing chime of a heavenly bell that reverberated across the skies, two figures slowly approached the floating Sacred Platform — each coming from a different direction.
As the distance between them closed, all eyes remained fixed upon the scene.
Both were dressed in flawless white, their garments fluttering lightly with the divine breeze.
One was a man whose handsomeness defied mortal standards, so peerless that few across the Abyss or the divine realms could hope to rival him.
The other was a woman whose beauty could cause the collapse of nations and the fall of worlds — a woman whom the Abyss itself had long since been crowned as its Goddess.
Today, her radiance was especially heaven-shaking, so dazzling that many of the gathered and true gods unconsciously held their breath.
When they finally reached each other at the center of the crystalline path, the two figures exchanged a soft, knowing smile and a gentle nod — no words needed, for their hearts spoke clearly in the silence.
Slowly, they began to walk together toward the Sacred Platform, every step they took seeming to weave a new legend into existence.
At the top of the Sacred Platform, a few figures stood waiting. As expected, they were the two Divine Regents, standing with quiet dignity, alongside Hua Qingying, who stood calmly by their side.
To the sides of the platform, the honored guests were already seated, their gazes fixed forward as they silently watched the unfolding grand event.
From True Gods, elders at the peak of the Divine Limit Realm, to the famed Divine Sons of Moon and Star Divine Kingdom — all were present.
"......"
Pan Buwang sat in silence, his gaze locked on the two figures walking side by side along the crystallized path. His heart stirred faintly with yearning as memories flickered through his mind — memories of her.
Her, the one who once walked beside him.Her, who was now forever gone.
"......"
Dian Jiuzhi's fists tightened slightly as he watched the scene unfold before him.
Throughout his life, he had encountered countless beauties — goddesses from noble lineages, profound fairies, enchanting rulers — and yet, none of them ever truly compared to the three names etched in his heart: Hua Caili, Shen Wuyi (Qingyue), and Qianye Ying'er.
He had met them all. He had spoken with them, even dared to dream. But one by one, his path and theirs had gone separate ways.
Now, in this present day, even with a thousand concubines by his side, they remained no more than fleeting shadows — pale and inferior, unable to hold even a fragment of the light those three women once shone.
The various Gods watched the unfolding scene, each with their own thoughts stirring quietly beneath calm expressions. The union of the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom and the Heaven Breaker Divine Kingdom — a bond between two ancient powers — carried a meaning far beyond the surface of celebration.
Seated at the highest seat of honor, above even the other Gods, were the three Ancient True Gods — the High Priests — and the Abyssal Monarch himself.
The High Priests, each embodying unimaginable age and wisdom, sat in serene silence, though countless thoughts flickered through their minds as they observed the sacred moment.
"If only you could see little Caili now… how beautiful she's become," Liu Xiao thought silently to himself, his gaze softening as his mind drifted to the one no longer present.
The Abyssal Monarch, meanwhile, watched calmly — his gaze steady as the event played out before him. Whatever thoughts he had, he kept buried beneath the depths of his unfathomable presence.
The sacred scene unfolding above did not go unseen by just those present at the Sacred Platform.
Across the entire Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom — and all of its subordinate realms — countless divine projections shimmered into existence, casting the image of the ceremony into the skies like reflections born from the heavens themselves.
In truth, this moment echoed even farther. Projections lit the skies of other Divine Kingdoms as well, for today, the entire Abyss was given the chance to witness something truly extraordinary.
Across boundless lands, in cities, temples, and deep abyssal plains, countless cultivators dropped to their knees upon the cold, unforgiving ground. Their heads bowed low, hands clasped in reverent prayer — not to the heavens, but to the one they worshipped most of all: the Abyssal Monarch.
Even though the projections flickered with distortion — the immense distance and spatial layers blurring the image — the sight alone was enough to steal their breath away.
For the vast majority of them, this was the one and only time in their lives they would ever catch a glimpse, however faint, of the sacred ruler of the Abyss itself.
As Yun Che and Hua Caili reached the top of the Sacred Platform where their fathers and aunt stood waiting, they both lowered their heads deeply in a bow, greeting them with solemn respect.
Though only a few hours had passed since they had last parted, this reunion now carried a completely different meaning. Before them no longer stood just father and aunt — but the elders who would soon pass down godhood and bear witness to their next steps in life.
After finishing their bow, the couple gracefully bent their knees together and remained still, waiting in respectful silence for the elders to begin the next step of the ceremony.
Meng Kongchan and Hua Fuchen smiled warmly at their children, pride and solemnity blending in their eyes. Then, in perfect unison, they turned toward the Abyssal Monarch and the three High Priests seated above, bowing deeply to show their respect then they returned their gaze to their children before them.
Slowly, a divine blade materialized in Hua Fuchen's hand — its surface pulsing with ancient light, as though forged from the purest strands of divine power itself. On Meng Kongchan's side, a dreamlike axe emerged into existence, its form shimmering and unreal, yet carrying an aura of unfathomable weight. It was as if the dreams of heaven and the origin of stars had been shaped into a weapon.
The moment these sacred artifacts appeared, countless hearts among the honored guests trembled.
For these were not weapons of destruction. They were divine instruments — tools crafted for a singular purpose: to sever the godly power within a living God's body and safely transfer it to the next chosen inheritor.
This was not merely a ritual. It was a passing of divinity — the creation of a new God.
Soon, the two divine weapons pierced into the bodies of the two Gods.
In that instant, heavenly light exploded outward from their divine forms, illuminating the entire Sacred Platform with a brilliance so pure and intense that many had to shield their eyes.
The God Source — the very core of their godhood — was severed from their divine profound veins, and under the guidance of the sacred weapons, it emerged from within them.
The divine light of the God Source was nearly blinding as it poured out, radiating an overwhelming aura that shook the souls of all who bore witness.
As the God Source separated from their bodies, Meng Kongchan's and Hua Fuchen's cultivations plummeted rapidly. In mere breaths, the profound auras that once stood above all others collapsed down to the Divine Limit Realm.
Beside them, Hua Qingying stood silently, her gaze sharp and unwavering. She watched every step of the process with utmost focus, ready to intervene at the slightest mishap. In this sacred ritual, even the smallest mistake could be catastrophic — and she would allow no such thing to happen.
On the lower western side of the platform, Meng Jianxi silently observed the scene.
As someone who had Ninth Level of Divine Essence, he was indeed qualified to become a God. But standing atop the platform was his brother — a man who bore Perfect Divine Essence, someone who's more qualified to become a God more than himself.
There was no jealousy, no resentment in his eyes. He had long buried any thoughts of greed. Instead, he watched with calm acceptance as the God Source slowly floated within his father's hand, preparing to be passed down to the one truly worthy of it.
Before the floating God Sources, Yun Che and Hua Caili gazed silently at the brilliant light before them.
The radiance of the God Sources pulsed with divine might, waves of pure, overwhelming power beating against their senses. Soon — very soon — that sacred light would descend upon them, and they would step beyond the mortal plane to become true Gods.
At least, that was the thought filling Hua Caili's heart, her eyes shimmering with awe and expectation.
But for Yun Che... it was different.
Inside his chest, his heart was in chaos.
Because of the abnormality of his body, he feared the Dream God Source might not be enough for him to ascend properly. Even so, he had already prepared explanations and excuses in case anything went wrong. He thought he was ready.
And yet... something else was wrong. Terribly wrong.
His heart pounded violently against his ribs, his soul trembled within him. A deep, inexplicable sense of dread clawed at the edges of his being.
No matter how he tried, he could not shake it off.
This terrible feeling had begun earlier. Confused by why, Yun Che looks up. The moment his eyes, even if just briefly, met the gaze of the Abyssal Monarch, Yun Che understand where his unease come from.
Mo Su, his eyes... they had always been gentle, like a calm abyss that embraced all.
But not this time.
When their eyes met, even for a mere instant, Yun Che saw it clearly — the Monarch's gaze was cold.
So cold... that it pierced into his very soul and left behind a pain he could neither explain nor resist.
"With His Majesty, the Lord High Priests, and all honored guests as witnesses," the two former Gods proclaimed in unison, their solemn voices echoing across the Sacred Platform.
Their words snapped Yun Che out of the turbulent daze he had fallen into.
"I, Hua Fuchen, the Painted Heart Divine Regent of the Heaven Breaker Divine Kingdom,"
"I, Meng Kongchan, the Dreamless Divine Regent of the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom,"
"Hereby pass down our divine power to our children!"
Both proclaimed with resolute voices, and as they spoke, they slowly lowered the God Sources held within their hands.
Thump... thump... thump...
Yun Che's heart pounded fiercely within his chest — not from excitement, but from the ever-growing unease gnawing at his soul.
The words of the former Gods had briefly pulled him back to his senses, but the unsettling feeling quickly surged back, stronger than ever, wrapping itself around his heart like an invisible chain.
Just as the pressure threatened to consume him, a sudden warmth enveloped his hand.
Startled, Yun Che turned his head — and his eyes met Hua Caili's.
She was smiling at him, her soft, radiant gaze filled with trust and encouragement, as if trying to silently tell him that everything would be alright.
"Big Brother Yun, you're way too excited to become a God, hahaha~" Hua Caili's playful voice rang within his mind, carrying a light, teasing tone."I'm excited too, you know... but you're so worked up, I can hear your heart beating from here!"
Her words brought a rare moment of warmth, her laughter brushing gently across his thoughts like a breeze through cherry blossoms.
"Hehe... you're already super excited for this... just imagine how you'll react when I finally tell you that."
Her smile widened with mischief, as if holding back a secret that could make even gods tremble with joy.
"???"
Yun Che blinked, confused, but her voice alone was enough to calm the storm raging within him. His breathing slowed, his heart gradually steadying as he turned his focus back toward the descending God Source.
Then came the solemn voices once again:
"May you lead our Divine Kingdoms to even greater heights!"
With those final words, the former Gods released their hold, and the two radiant God Sources descended, their divine light enveloping Yun Che and Hua Caili in a flood of brilliance.
But in that instant—
Just before the light could fully submerge into Yun Che's body and connect to his soul—
A power beyond comprehension surged down from above, unstoppable and absolute. Yun Che's heart seized in terror as he felt the God Source rip away from him — snatched out of his very being by a force he could not resist.
In the blink of an eye, before even the Gods could react, the Dream God Source veered sharply—
—and shot straight toward Meng Jianxi, who stood at the foot of the platform!
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!
BOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!
The two God Sources merged instantly with their inheritors, detonating in a burst of divine light as their power exploded outward, shaking the entire Sacred Platform to its core.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"WHATTTTTT?!"
Cries of shock erupted across the Sacred Platform as confusion spread like wildfire. Countless powerful beings stood up from their seats, eyes wide with disbelief, unable to comprehend the scene unfolding before them.
At the top of the Sacred Platform, within the dazzling flood of divine light, ten radiant stars suddenly burst forth from Hua Caili's body — each one shining with the brilliance of divine perfection.
These were the Ten Divine Brilliance Stars, a phenomenon seen only when one perfectly merges with a God Source. As the power surged through her, her cultivation rose rapidly — breaking through Divine Extinction and soaring straight into the Divine Limit Realm.
At the base of the Sacred Platform, a similar phenomenon unfolded.
Though slightly dimmer than the light above, nine luminous stars burst from Meng Jianxi's body. The moment the Dream God Source entered him, it began to push his cultivation higher and higher, flooding him with power once thought beyond his reach.
The divine brilliance of both sources flared one final time—
Then, slowly, the light dimmed.
The Ten-Star brilliance returned to Hua Caili.The Nine-Star radiance sank into Meng Jianxi.
And in that moment… both of them stood at the threshold no mortal had crossed before them.
They had become Gods.
Yet, there was no excitement in either of their eyes. Only shocks mirroring everyone else!
Both Hua Caili and Meng Jianxi stood frozen, equally stunned by what had just happened.
All around the Sacred Platform, a heavy silence hung in the air as countless divine figures stared in disbelief. Shock and confusion spread like ripples across an endless sea. No one could comprehend how the sacred inheritance had been redirected — how such a profound and flawless ceremony had taken such an unexpected turn.
Slowly, one by one, all eyes turned.
Their gazes shifted upward…
Toward the highest seat of honor.
There, seated in silence, was the figure who had caused it all — the one whose will none dared to question.
The Abyssal Monarch.
And in his hand, raised high above his lap, was a sacred artifact — one unlike any other.
Its presence pulsed with a familiar aura… an aura born from the true origin of the Dream God's power itself.
It was him.
He was the one who had intervened.
He had redirected the Dream God's Source — not toward Yun Che, but toward Meng Jianxi.
"Your... Majesty...?"
Meng Kongchan, his voice trembling with disbelief, finally spoke, unable to suppress the storm of confusion and shock surging in his heart.
Beside him, Hua Fuchen and Hua Qingying were equally stunned, their faces pale with bewilderment.
The honored guests — Gods, Elders, and Divine Sons, all all alike — mirrored the same disbelief.
Even the Three High Priests, figures who stood at the pinnacle of existence, exchanged glances before respectfully voicing out toward their lord, their voices equally heavy and uncertain:
"My Lord...?"
The entire Sacred Platform, the entire gathering, seemed to hold its breath.
Every eye, every soul, awaited the Abyssal Monarch's next words.
Thump... Thump... Thump...
At the top of the Sacred Platform, standing beside Hua Caili, Yun Che's heart thundered against his ribs.
Unlike before, where unease gnawed at him like a whisper of doubt, this time — it was certainty.
He knew.
Something was truly, horribly wrong.
The Abyssal Monarch rose slowly from his seat, his figure towering and oppressive.
The sacred artifact in his hand faded into mist as countless divine projections across the Abyss shattered into motes of broken light.
In the next instant, a barrier of unimaginable force erupted outward, spreading with terrifying speed.
Within moments, it had enveloped the entire Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom, severing all divine senses, locking everything within.
The shock this caused among the gathered powers was unimaginable.
Yet none dared to move, none dared to speak, as the Monarch — supreme and untouchable — turned his gaze across the crowd.
He looked at his three High Priests.He looked at the Gods and the Monarchs.He looked at the stunned masses.
And finally...
His eyes fell upon Yun Che.
Under that gaze, Yun Che felt as if the weight of the entire Abyss pressed down upon him. His soul screamed in agony, but his body refused to move.
Then, the Monarch spoke, his voice low, cold, and absolute:
"He does not qualify or deserve it."