In the deepest heart of the universe — the center of the center — lies a colossal force, a realm unlike any other, known as The Heavenly Abode. Floating amidst endless clouds woven with celestial light and stardust, it remains invisible and unreachable to ordinary gods and even the great gods themselves. Only the Celestial Body Beings, those beings who transcend divine power, are allowed to step into this sacred space.
This is the very place that challenged the might of the Celestial Sect twenty thousand years ago and emerged victorious in the Universal War. The Heavenly Abode is now the single most powerful and feared dominion in existence — the core of cosmic authority, justice, and dominion.
Today, something unprecedented is occurring. For the first time in twenty thousand years, an emergency meeting has been called within the great Grand Hall of the Abode. The call was made by none other than the one who now holds absolute power in the universe — the mysterious and dreaded Mighty King. It was he who once dared to rise against the Celestial Sect and its legendary Sect Leader. It was he who united forty other Celestial Body Beings under one secret alliance, plotted their betrayal, and crushed the heart of the old celestial order.
He is no ordinary being. His strength is peerless, his mind terrifying in its genius, and his authority unchallenged since that fateful war. Under his rule, the Heavenly Abode has grown more secretive, more potent — an enigma to the rest of existence.
The reason for today's gathering is grave. A month ago, there was a sudden and abnormal fluctuation in the celestial powers that govern the entire universe. A shift so significant that it rattled the very laws of reality. Something is awakening, something ancient — and for the first time since the war, a real threat may be rising once more.
Now, every Celestial Body Being — all 666 of them — has arrived in the Grand Hall, responding to the Mighty King's summon. But today, 55 seats remain empty. These seats belong to the Celestial Body Beings who once swore allegiance to the Celestial Sect. Though they were declared missing or dead during the Universal War, their names still echo in the corners of history. Their absence is a silent reminder of an unfinished chapter.
721 beings were once part of the Great Council of Celestial Bodies. Today, only 666 sit in presence.
As the beings enter the hall, they walk with grace, with glory — but also with unease. The very air trembles under their divine auras. Their forms shimmer, shifting between shapes — some resembling humans, others entirely inhuman, beings made of fire, stone, air, and unknown cosmic matter. Many races are represented here, from forgotten stars and long-dead galaxies, summoned to attend.
No footsteps echo. No words are spoken aloud.
Every conversation occurs in complete silence — through powerful telepathic waves that ripple invisibly through the hall. Even the strongest of the strong dare not raise their voice. Such is the fear, the reverence, and the tension in the presence of the Mighty King.
Inside the Grand Hall, their seats are carved from materials that exist only in the heart of black holes and the edge of time. Each being takes their place. Before each of them, a swirling cloudy mist hovers, concealing their faces even from each other. Identities are hidden by ancient law — for none shall look upon another directly in the Great Council, to preserve equality and prevent rebellion.
Only the throne at the center, raised high above all others, remains unshrouded. This is the seat of the Mighty King.
And now, the air quivers.
A low, almost imperceptible hum rolls through the space as the Mighty King finally arrives.
He does not walk. He does not fly. He simply appears, as if the universe shifted slightly to make space for him. He is cloaked in robes made of collapsing galaxies, a crown of raw starlight hovering just above his head. His eyes, ancient and cold, scan the hall.
He sits.
And silence deepens further, like a void swallowing even thought.
"Something has changed," he speaks, but not with words. His voice rings in every mind, in every corner of the hall. It is both thunder and whisper. "The mirror has stirred."
The moment those words are delivered, even the most ancient of beings flinch. A shudder passes through the entire hall. The mirror — the forbidden artifact, once connected to the Celestial Sect — was said to be forever sealed, its power bound in the war's aftermath.
"It reacted," the Mighty King continues. "Not fully. But partially. And where there is response, there is threat. The seal we placed... may not be eternal after all."
Another wave of fear spreads silently.
A telepathic voice rises, timidly. "Do you believe it's the Sect Leader? Could he have returned?"
The Mighty King closes his eyes. For a moment, the entire universe seems to pause.
"No," he says. "The Sect Leader is... elsewhere. But something — or someone — he prepared long ago may be rising."
A ripple of realization begins to spread. Could it be a successor? A sleeper? A hidden plan from twenty thousand years ago now coming to fruition?
The Mighty King raises one hand, silencing the growing panic.
"There is no room for fear. Not yet. But we must watch. We must act."
The entire Heavenly Abode vibrates with his decree.
The war that had ended twenty thousand years ago may not be as finished as history believed.
Unspoken thoughts surge across the hall. Every being, no matter how ancient, now carries the same dread: if the Celestial Sect rises again, will the next war destroy everything?
And somewhere, far away from this silent storm of power and fear — in a dark cave beneath the stars, a boy named Lin Hai had touched a mirror.