Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom
Lanterns of crimson hue floated gently through the skies, casting warm glows across the majestic spires and cities of the kingdom. Exquisite decorations hung from every gate and rooftop, from imperial halls to humble homes, their intricate patterns dancing in the soft breeze. The air itself seemed to carry a melody—an unspoken song of celebration—as anticipation built to a crescendo throughout the realm.
Even the ever-gray heavens above, so often cloaked in the eternal shadow of the Abyss, seemed to relent on this day. The clouds parted, and a rare cascade of radiant light descended, bathing the land in an ethereal glow that hadn't graced it in countless years.
Joy was everywhere. Streets filled with laughter. Families gathered. Performers danced through bustling plazas, while cultivators offered blessings in the form of divine lights rising into the sky like stars returning to the world.
For the most important day in the history of the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom was drawing near.
In just one week's time, a new era would begin.
The revered Heart Paint Divine Regent would formally pass on his divine power to his beloved daughter, Hua Caili, the cherished Divine Daughter of the Heaven Breaker Divine Kingdom. On that very same day, she would ascend to True Godhood—and beside her, the Dreamweaver Divine Son, Meng Jianyuan, would undergo the same ascension.
In a breath of time, they would both become gods.
And not only that—they would become husband and wife.
Godhood and marriage—bound together in one sacred ceremony.
Their union would not only mark the rise of two new divine powers but would also seal a historic alliance between two great Divine Kingdoms. It was a moment of destiny, a harmony long sought by two ancient bloodlines.
A future of unity. A bond of strength. A celebration that would echo through the Abyss itself.
Currently, within the Divine Son Palace, in the quiet warmth of Yun Che's room, the figures of Yun Che and Hua Caili lay closely beside each other, the air around them still lingering with the tenderness that followed their intimate union. During these past days, Hua Caili had never once left his side—not even for a moment. Every waking second, every breath she took, was spent next to him, as if she feared that even a blink of distance would tear him away once more.
As she rested her head lightly against his chest, her arms wrapped around him, her golden eyes shimmered with happiness.
True happiness.
The man she loved—the one she had waited for through fear and despair—was finally back by her side.
And as Yun Che looked down at the beautiful woman sleeping peacefully against him, a soft, tender smile curved his lips. Gently, he lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead, his heart aching in a complex web of emotions. His eyes were filled with love, with devotion, mirroring hers perfectly.
Yet—only he himself knew the truth hidden behind that smile.
Only he knew how much mental strain, how much silent pressure, he was truly bearing.
Because with Hua Caili clinging so tightly to him day and night, never allowing him a single moment of solitude, he could do nothing. No preparations. No movements. No questions asked. He couldn't even broach the subject that weighed so heavily on his mind.
The plan he had so carefully intended—to ask his "father" to take him to meet the Abyssal Monarch directly—had never even been given a chance to be voiced. The window had closed before he could seize it. The Ancient True Gods, whose presences had blanketed the Divine Kingdom, had already left quietly some time ago, returning to Pure Land to await the grand event.
The two lay together in serene happiness, their bodies entangled with a warmth and familiarity that resembled that of an old couple who had weathered countless seasons side by side. In that fleeting moment, the world outside did not exist—only the steady beating of two hearts, finally reunited after endless longing.
But peace, as always, was destined to be brief.
Soon, a soft voice echoed from outside, calling gently yet firmly, and Hua Caili stirred. Reluctantly, she rose from Yun Che's embrace, her slender figure moving gracefully as a robe floated into her hand and wrapped around her beautiful body like mist gathering over a jade lake.
Before leaving, she leaned down, her lips brushing against Yun Che's in a lingering kiss, filled with tenderness and dreams yet to come.
"Brother Yun Che," she whispered sweetly, her eyes sparkling with light, "soon, we'll be gods… and husband and wife."
She smiled, her voice brimming with hope and devotion.
"We'll be side by side, always."
Unable to resist her pure affection, Yun Che pulled her into another kiss, deeper this time, their souls entwining once more with a passion that spoke more than any words could.
After a long moment, their lips parted.
"…Yes," Yun Che answered quietly, his voice soft against her ear, the word carrying both a promise and a burden only he knew.
As the protective barriers of the room slowly parted with a shimmer of divine light, Hua Caili turned and stepped outside, her every movement still lingering with the warmth of their union. Standing beyond the threshold, waiting with a small, knowing smile, was the woman who had come to find her—Hua Qingying, her aunt and guardian.
As Hua Caili departed, her figure disappearing beyond the barriers, the surroundings immediately regained their solemn stillness. Around the Divine Son Palace, dozens of figures—composed of both the Meng and Hua Clans, each one possessing strength at the Divine Limited Realm—stood at attention. Their auras blended into the air, silent yet unshakable, forming an impenetrable wall around the palace.
Nothing could enter.
Nothing could leave.
Not without them knowing.
Suddenly, a wave of divine pressure descended, and without hesitation, every guarding figure dropped to one knee in unison, their voices booming in perfect accord.
"We greet the mighty Divine Regent!"
As the palace's protective barriers shimmered and slowly parted, a tall, imposing figure stepped through, radiating an undeniable authority.
Inside the room, Yun Che, already fully dressed, rose from his seat with perfect composure. With a respectful gesture, he bowed slightly toward the man entering.
"Yun Che greets Lord Father," he said firmly.
Before Yun Che could even straighten his back completely, Meng Kongchan—the Dreamweaver Divine Regent, his "father"—smiled broadly, his eyes filled with unconcealed pride and excitement.
"I have good news for you, Yuan'er!" Meng Kongchan said immediately, his voice echoing warmly through the hall at the very moment Yun Che completed his greeting.
"????"
Looking slightly confused, Yun Che blinked, his expression steady, but his heart tightening slightly as he turned his gaze fully to the man before him, waiting to hear what this unexpected "good news" could possibly be.
"I just received word from Lord High Priest Liu Xiao," Meng Kongchan said, his voice brimming with excitement as a gleam flashed in his eyes. "He said that the Monarch has exited his seclusion from the Cradle. With the unexpected death of Lord Ling Xian… the Monarch has decided to personally deal with the Fog Monarch!"
"…That's great news, Father," Yun Che replied, maintaining a calm smile even as a heavy jolt struck his heart.
But something felt off.
He could see it—the faint, almost mischievous glint in Meng Kongchan's smiling eyes, the way his expression seemed a little too pleased, a little too eager.
"…But why do I feel like there's more?" Yun Che asked carefully, his tone light, but his senses sharpened as he watched his "father" closely.
"Hahahahaha!" Meng Kongchan laughed heartily, his booming laughter filling the chamber with genuine delight. "As expected of my son! I can't hide anything from you!"
Still chuckling, he stepped closer, patting Yun Che's shoulder with pride before continuing, "Of course, the matter of the Abyssal Monarch dealing with the Fog Monarch is important... but that's separate."
Meng Kongchan's grin widened, almost glowing with joy.
"Before that happens… the Monarch, along with all the High Priests, will all personally come here—"
"To attend your and Caili's wedding!"
!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The words fell like thunder in Yun Che's mind, causing his heart to tighten into an iron knot as he stared at Meng Kongchan's beaming face.
"The Abyssal Monarch will be here personally! To attend your and Caili's wedding!" Meng Kongchan said, his voice booming with uncontainable excitement, his chest swelling with pride. "How many in this world can claim such an honor? Hahahaha!"
Yun Che's eyebrows twitched sharply as the words hammered into him.
But soon, his stiff expression softened, and a slow, controlled smile began to form on his face.
Inside, his mind was racing.
"Perfect…" Yun Che thought, suppressing the wild surge of thoughts threatening to spill out. "I can use this opportunity to ask Mo Su directly about the Well of Samsara… without needing to come up with some strange excuse to request a meeting. I won't even have to go to Pure Land myself. Everything… will fall into place naturally."
A plan that once seemed distant and complicated had now aligned itself perfectly before him.
On the surface, he appeared calm and composed, the very image of a son filled with gratitude and happiness, conversing warmly with his "father."
And so, the two continued their conversation, speaking of the wedding, of the preparations, of dreams for the future, as the hours slowly passed, the light outside shifting gently across the sky.
Unbeknownst to Yun Che, who was currently occupied speaking with his "father," deep within the Sky Poison Pearl's world, a miracle was quietly unfolding—one that even he remained unaware of.
Inside that mystical space, a figure had come into being—a being so beautiful, so transcendent, that the very light of the world seemed to dim and bow before her presence.
It was not the first time this phenomenon had occurred. Over the past decade, this breathtaking fusion had happened countless times. Each occurrence had lasted only a few fleeting breaths before collapsing, the divine beauty fading like an illusion. But with each attempt, the time grew ever so slightly longer, the connection strengthening, the unity deepening.
And this time—
It had reached a terrifying milestone.
A full minute.
The breathtaking figure, radiating an ethereal brilliance that could shake even gods, remained fully formed for an entire minute before the light around her flickered and dimmed once more. Slowly, the divine form faded, and from that brilliance, two smaller figures separated—returning to their original selves.
"Wahhh… You'er! That was so awesome!" Hong'er cried out in pure excitement, her voice bright with laughter as she spun around gleefully. Her crimson hair fluttered as her little hands waved happily in the air, her joy uncontrollable.
Their fusion this time had lasted far longer than ever before.
"Let's do it again tomorrow!" Hong'er said cheerfully, her crimson eyes sparkling with excitement.
"..."
You'er gave a soft, happy nod, her expression calm but full of silent determination. The lingering fragments of their recent fusion still swirled faintly within her mind, and as her gaze shifted, she turned to stare at the cocoon of pure white light hovering quietly in the center of the Sky Poison Pearl's world.
The cocoon, once flawless and immaculate, now bore visible cracks along its surface, each fracture glowing with an ancient brilliance. Within the heart of that light, the Seal of Life and Death rotated slowly, emanating a profound force as it continued to absorb and refine the scattered laws and divinity that floated through the space.
The Law of Nothingness, supreme and absolute, wove itself through every thread of existence surrounding the cocoon, tethering it to the heavenly laws themselves. Under its relentless influence, the being cradled at the center was slowly regaining her memories, her powers, and the remnants of her former self.
Inside that brilliant cocoon, the silhouette of Li Suo trembled faintly, her fingers—long frozen in stillness—gave a subtle, almost imperceptible twitch.
Memory after memory surged back into her soul—faces, names, places, dreams long lost to time—all returning piece by piece. Her purpose, her mission, the very meaning of her existence, which had once been sealed away under the collapse of ancient eras, was now steadily reawakening under the inexorable pull of the Law of Nothingness.
Soon…
Very soon…
Li Suo would awaken.
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Soon, the news that the Abyssal Monarch himself would personally attend the wedding of Meng Jianyuan and Hua Caili spread like wildfire throughout the Abyss. In the span of mere hours, the entire world was thrown into an uproar as every major power across the lands reacted with unprecedented fervor.
Profound ships streaked across the gray skies like shooting stars, their auras tearing through the misty abyss as they all headed toward a single destination. Gifts, offerings, and tribute poured in from every corner of the Abyss, as countless sects, clans, and Kingdoms and Empires scrambled to seize this rare opportunity.
Even though many knew they would not qualify to actually attend the ceremony, they still sent their best treasures and emissaries in hopes of building good karma. After all, in a world governed by absolute strength, even a fleeting chance to offer goodwill could decide the fate of a sect or family for generations.
The heavy, somber skies of the Abyss seemed to lighten, a rare phenomenon that hadn't been seen in countless years.
Unlike the Pure Land Meeting—where only the highest echelons and selected few were allowed to participate—this wedding was different. This time, many Divine Kingdoms had made the bold decision to mobilize their strongest forces, sending their top-ranking powerhouses, their chosen elites, and their elders, all gathering in one grand convergence.
A grand assembly unlike anything the Abyss had seen in a millennium.
Of course, if this had been a mere union between two Divine Kingdoms, many of these powers might have hesitated, or regretted only slightly if they missed it.
But not this time.
Because this wedding…
Would mark the first public appearance of the Abyssal Monarch outside the Pure Land in countless eras.
The man who was the very beginning of the Abyss's rule.
The legend whose power shaped their world.
Everyone was desperate—even if only from a distance—to catch a glimpse of the supreme existence who reigned above them all.
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"Hahahaha! Are you ready, Yuan'er, my son?!" Meng Kongchan roared with hearty laughter, his voice echoing through the grand hall like a peal of rolling thunder. His eyes, bright with pride and warmth, fell upon Yun Che, who stood tall and composed as the final touches of his ceremonial attire were carefully arranged by the attending servants.
Yun Che stood still as he looked at himself in the mirror, his figure adorned in a robe of pure, lustrous white, so pristine it seemed woven from the very light of the heavens. The flowing silk shimmered faintly with each breath of wind, casting a soft, ethereal glow around him, as though even the world itself dared not sully his presence today.
His jet-black hair was neatly tied with a silver-white ribbon, a few loose strands brushing gently against his forehead, softening the sharp, almost otherworldly perfection of his features. His face, carved with profound strength and quiet resilience, seemed gentler than ever, and within his deep, dark eyes—eyes that had once borne the endless weight of sorrow and rage—there now rested only a deep, unwavering warmth.
Between his brows, the faint dragon imprint pulsed like a living mark, a testament to the indomitable spirit hidden beneath his calm exterior. And yet today, there was no shadow of the battles he had fought, no trace of the blood and fire he had once walked through—only the serenity of a man who had found something he had once thought forever lost.
The white robes wrapped around him like mist, adorned with subtle patterns of phoenixes and dragons embroidered in the faintest threads of silver, so delicate that they could only be seen when the light touched them just so, as if the heavens themselves had blessed this day.
A soft breeze stirred, lifting the hem of his robe and carrying with it a faint, clean fragrance—like snow blooming on distant mountains, pure and timeless.
"Isn't this a bit too much, Father?" Yun Che said with a faint chuckle, though he couldn't deny that the reflection staring back at him was undeniably handsome. Still, he felt that the extravagance was somewhat excessive.
"Too much? I think it's not enough! Hahahaha!" Meng Kongchan bellowed in laughter, his hearty voice shaking the room as he waved his hand, signaling the servants to withdraw.
The attendants, who had been stealing glances at Yun Che as if reluctant to look away, finally bowed respectfully and retreated, their expressions tinged with regret — it was clear they would have stayed forever if given the chance.
Now, only the father and son remained within the vast hall, a warm and vibrant atmosphere lingering in the air between them.
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In the ethereal expanse of the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom, where reality intertwines with illusion, Hua Caili stood, a vision of unparalleled grace. Her white bridal robes, crafted from the finest silks of the Abyss, shimmered with a subtle iridescence, reflecting the dreamlike hues of her surroundings. The fabric flowed around her like mist, each movement evoking the gentle sway of a celestial bloom.
Her long, obsidian hair cascaded down her back, adorned with delicate ornaments that mirrored the stars above. A single, intricately carved hairpin, shaped like a blooming lotus, held her hair in place, symbolizing purity and resilience. Her visage, serene and composed, bore the gentle features of someone untouched by the world's cruelties, yet her violet eyes held depths of emotion—anticipation, hope, and a hint of melancholy.
"You're very beautiful today, Caili," a soft voice said behind her. Hua Qingying gazed at her niece, her heart swirling with countless emotions. Memories flooded her mind — everything that had led up to this moment, all the trials, the hardships, the moments of laughter and sorrow. Yet, despite the ups and downs, everything had turned out well. It seemed... the mistakes of the past would not repeat themselves today.
If only you could see your daughter now... she thought silently, her eyes growing misty for a brief moment.
"Where's Father God?" Hua Caili asked with a gentle smile, turning her bright, expectant eyes toward her aunt.
"Your father... needed some time for himself," Hua Qingying replied softly, her gaze growing distant.
Through her divine senses, she could clearly see Hua Fuchen's figure in the distance — a man who wore a smile for the world, pretending happiness, while deep inside, sorrow quietly consumed him.
He had accepted Yun Che, had given his blessing for the marriage with his whole heart, but when the day finally arrived, how many fathers could truly smile without pain, knowing their beloved daughter was about to step into a new life, forever leaving the shelter of their arms?
At this moment, in another room, Hua Fuchen stood alone, a storm of emotions flickering across his face. The wedding was only a few hours away — a wedding that would not only bind two souls together but would also mark the transfer of godly power. In fact, the ceremony of inheritance would come first, followed immediately by the wedding itself.
A deep, shaky breath escaped him as he forced down the overwhelming tide of fatherly emotions surging in his chest. His eyes suddenly sharpened, flashing with a sword light more brilliant and lethal than ever before.
Even without stepping outside, Hua Fuchen could already sense the powerful presences gathering in the distance — the honored guests who had begun to arrive. It was time for him to fulfill his duty and welcome them properly. From afar, he could also hear Meng Kongchan's hearty voice calling out to him.
With a swift flash of profound light, Hua Fuchen vanished from the room, only to reappear an instant later beside his old friend — the man who, after today, would truly become family in every sense.
"You don't look too well there, Fuchen," Meng Kongchan teased with a booming laugh.
In response, Hua Fuchen casually sidestepped a playful kick aimed his way, and both men chuckled heartily as they rose into the skies, flying together toward the gathering guests.