The Celestial Assembly is known across the Nine Realms as the most sacred and illustrious gathering beneath the heavens
It was not merely a congregation of powerful sects and divine cultivators.
It was a symphony of fate, where the mighty came to scheme and the weak came to dream,
It is the graveyard of the Imperial army of Jade emperor, that have left behind countless inheritances, that can even turn an ant into a fierce lion, ruling the jungle with sheer might.
It occurs once every 50 centuries beneath the firmament of the Azure Cloud Convergence, it took place atop the Heavenly Fragrance Terrace, a floating continent suspended above the ethereal clouds of the Sky-Reverent Domain, where cranes flew upside down and stars glittered even in daylight.
And the way to reach the domain lies within the secret hidden underground chamber of the Supreme Peak Holy Land.
It is said the army of Jade Emperor was full of Immortals, and fierce warriors with unparalleled Dao foundation.
The Celestial assembly is going to take place after a long slumber of fifty thousand years.
It will be awaken once more from myth into reality, once the full moon turns red, which is fated to happen just three days from now on.
Already, the winds of the Nine Realms had begun to shift.
It is said that the Jade Emperor, has broken through the True Primordial Being realm and managed to touch the threshold of Ultimate Dao.
Even in his past life, Zhao Fan was unable to make a breakthrough true Primordial Being realm, and touch the breath of Ultimate Dao.
Furthermore, the celestial assembly is said to be held by the Temple of Dao, making sure even the Holy Realm emperor powerhouse such as Zhao Fan, who was a primordial god in his last life, would be fighting as merely a Qi Saint realm powerhouse, without any domain and Emperor might.
And people of other realms, including all under nine realms and 13 heavens will be connected to the celestial assembly which means a great battle for inheritance will take place.
However, Zhao Fan doesn’t need the inheritance of mere immortals and demi-gods, he just needs to know about the Ultimate Dao path, which might one day be to his use
The risk is higher with the chance of death, but the reward is also better as in his last life, he never came across anyone who has managed to touch the threshold of true Ultimate Dao.
( Check Aux Chapters to know about the realms, or author thoughts below.. )
Ling’er swallowed hard but met his eyes without flinching. "Young Master, it will be my first time at the Assembly. I hope you will guide this humble one..."
Her voice was steady, yet beneath it, a quiet tremor betrayed the weight of her hope and fear entwined.
Zhao Fan’s lips curled into a rare, dry smile, his tone laced with a teasing edge.
"This Zhao is willing to help, but I wonder what might the Holy Maiden offer in return? Another mouth to cherish, or perhaps a spark to ignite a cold and restless flame?"
Yi Xin Xue smiled softly, that knowing curve of her lips hinting she grasped both the jest and the deeper meaning beneath.
How shameless, truly the sinful path of mortal life hidden within the face and grace of the Immortal holiness.
With effortless grace, she shifted closer, her soft back cushion brushing against Zhao Fan’s Yang Dragon brother.
The movement was natural, like reeds swaying in a quiet breeze, as she settled more deeply into his lap, claiming her space without challenge or need for words.
Ling’er’s eyes flickered, a storm of unspoken emotions swirling beneath their calm surface.
Perhaps admiration, envy, and fierce determination all wrapped in silken restraint.
Only Buddha knew what she wrestled with at that moment, the scholar can’t fathom the inner world of a woman.
Zhao Fan’s voice dropped, smooth and dark like velvet draping over steel.
"True cultivation is never a solitary flame, but the meeting of fires... Each feeding, refining, consuming. To walk the Ultimate Dao, one must surrender not only to the path but to the heat it brings..."
Yi Xin Xue’s breath came soft and warm against his skin as she whispered, "In the meeting of souls, even ice can temper fire,"
Supporting his words, a truly flawless Dao couple, words were perfectly in shape just as the shape of her Yin garden like his Yang dragon.
Ling’er’s gaze sharpened, her voice lowered to a vow spun of incense and flame.
"If I am to follow, then let my spirit be the incense, Forever winding, weaving through your fire..." She was no fool, no naive girl.
She knew the meaning beneath his words, the unspoken invitation, and she dared not appear too eager or too blind.
Yet the weight in her chest was heavy, denying meant surrendering ground to Yi Xin Xue, whose cold grace and peerless aura made her a dangerous rival.
Who knows what that vixen will feed to Young Master’s mind gaining an upper hand.
Ling’er’s heart stilled as she glanced toward the maid Yi, whose serene yet unyielding presence was like the pure light of an immortal untouched by mortal dust.
An inexplicable hatred curled in her soul, bitter and primal, though the two were bound by the title of Dao Yin Sisters and the necessity of alliance.
She can’t quite fathom why, but it feels like the hatred comes from her very soul.
Could this closeness between Zhao Fan and Yi Xin Xue herald a path unknown?
A union beyond the ordinary, where two fires met one flame, and boundaries blurred like morning mist?
Ling’er’s mind spun with unvoiced questions, her jealousy and ambition coiling tighter with every breath.
Could Young Master be trying to go two-way? ( threesome )
Last time, she rejected acting naive, only to meet with ungrateful words from that Maid Li Mei and Young master, so should she accept it this time?
No... If so, Young Master might think lowly of me.
Should I just accept it... This vixen is still smiling, I hate it.
Should I offer my mouth?
Ugh... If only I could take away young master to faraway mountain, hehe, a mountain where young master and only me.
We would dual cultivate daily... And become a powerhouse, emperor, and empress ruling the world.
Despite the noble, stoic, cold mannerism, everything was written all over the face, a sinister smile with mouth little open, fist clenched tighter.