Within the Sacred Ancestral Ground, the child lay quietly in his mother's arms. Lianyu's gaze was weary yet proud. Tianhai stood close, eyes fixed on them with silent strength.
Outside, Grand Formation Master Sheng Weizhen traced his palm through the air. Golden sigils flared briefly, then vanished into stillness.
"All is ready," Sheng Weizhen murmured. "Let us move."
The procession began—slow and solemn. Even the clouds parted as the boy was carried forth. Elders and warriors lowered their heads in reverence.
Just as they crossed the threshold of the Ancestral Ground—
"Tianhai… you dare defy the Ancient Pact?"
The voice thundered like the cracking of the firmament. The skies darkened. A rift tore through the clouds.
A figure cloaked in crimson and gold descended, riding a beast of smoke and shadow. His presence twisted the wind, and his aura bore the mark of a Sacred Clan—but not of Sheng.
(Note: The Sacred Ancestral Ground is located not far from the main gate of the Sheng Clan. It is the most fortified area outside the inner sanctum, protected by the clan's ancient formation array—one designed to repel even divine-level intrusions.)
Gasps rose from the watching crowd.
"That voice... It's the Yan Clan—and that's their Clan Head, Yan Tuheng himself!"
As the smoke parted, not just one, but a contingent of Yan Clan elites descended—the Vice Head, several elders, and sacred beast riders, their armor etched in fire patterns.
A gust of icy mist followed.
A woman robed in pale green landed in silence—her gaze like twin crescent moons.
"...The Mu Clan has come too," someone whispered. "Even Matriarch Mu Qingyue is here… and the Poison Elder beside her!"
Behind them, others descended in shadowy silence—Mu Clan guardians and spiritual beasts woven from toxic mist and light.
The heavens grew heavy.
Though only two clans had revealed themselves, their topmost powerhouses stood before the Sheng Clan—enough to unbalance the God Realm's order.
The sky cracked again.
"You name this child knowing what he carries. You break the balance we forged!" shouted Yan Tuheng.
Before anyone could respond, the clouds above the Ancestral Ground turned a deep violet. A soundless rumble echoed across the heavens—not a voice, but a pulse of ancient power, like the heartbeat of a sleeping god.
The mountain beneath their feet trembled.
From the sacred grounds, ancestral light rose like mist—cold, golden, and unyielding. A phantom seal shimmered in the sky above the Sheng Clan, its runes shifting as if awakening from slumber.
The air grew heavier. Even the clan leaders from the Yan and Mu Clans instinctively stepped back.
Even the sacred beasts they rode snarled and backed away, their instincts reacting to a force far older than lineage or law.
No words came.
Only the oppressive silence of cultivators and sect elders watching from far-off worlds, unwilling to interfere.
And then, a demonic intent pierced the veil—deep from the endless void.
And from far above the sky, deep within the void... a pair of slitted violet eyes opened for but a moment.
In the shadows where even the gods did not dare to tread... the true experts of the demon race watched. Not intervening. Not speaking. Just waiting.
Tianhai took the child from her arms and had just started to move forward—when—
"You think we'll let you succeed?"
The ground trembled as waves of sacred energy burst forth. They started attacking.
From the air, Supreme Artifacts were unleashed—Yan Clan's blazing sun halberd and Mu Clan's frost-bound bell crashed together upon the outer formation.
"Break their sacred screen!" shouted the Vice Head of Yan.
The golden barrier cracked with a deafening sound, its light flickering.
With a final impact from both artifacts, the outer layer shattered into radiant fragments.
Sheng Weizhen's eyes sharpened. "The first layer… gone."
But the sacred lotus retracted, forming the inner barrier, glowing with ancient script.
A moment of silence.
Then Yan Tuheng turned to Mu Qingyue.
"We cannot waste more time." She nodded. "Then we use the divine ones."
The two clan heads raised their hands—Divine Artifacts appeared: the Blazing Heaven Mirror from Yan, and the Nine-Petal Mist Lotus from Mu.
The sky dimmed.
With coordinated force, the two unleashed their divine strikes against the inner formation.
Sacred thunder roared. Cracks formed across the inner seal.
Sheng guards trembled, but the elders held their ground.
A moment later, the Sacred Stele in the center of the Ancestral Ground shone with a beam of pure celestial light. Runes spiraled out like stars moving backward.
The Patriarch's voice rang clear:
"In witness of the heavens and the ancestors, I name this child—Sheng Mo (盛寏)."
Silence. Then—
BOOM.
The divine artifacts struck again.
This time, the inner formation barrier split open, light spewing in every direction like a golden starburst under pressure.
"Barrier breach!" a Sheng guard cried.
Sacred flame and poisonous fog collided at the edge of the sacred ground.
But the child had already been named. And the stars above had witnessed it.
But the battle was far from over.
As the inner formation broke, elders from the Sheng Clan surged forward, trying to stop the advance of the Yan and Mu clans.
Blades clashed. Talismans burned with divine light.
And then— Above the battlefield, the constellation that mirrored the child's fate began to shift.
Two radiant forces erupted from the boy's body: the power of Creation and the power of Destruction.
Reality twisted. The air itself screamed as heaven and earth struggled to contain the conflicting powers.
Lianyu gasped, clutching Tianhai's arm.
"His body—it's losing control!"
Tianhai's expression changed. "He's too young… It's awakening already?!"
Just then—A celestial ripple spread across the sky, and from the depths of the Ancestral Ground, the Ancestors rose.
"Father," Tianhai said.
"His body carries the seed of Creation and Destruction," the leading ancestor said solemnly. "If not sealed, it will devour him—and us."
Golden light spiraled from their palms as they placed a Divine Seal upon the child's chest.
The clashing auras settled, drawn inward, bound within a dormant core.
"... I am not sure how long the seal will hold the power."
As silence returned, the ancestor turned—
"But we are not done yet."
With his robes flowing like thunderclouds, the ancestral figure rose into the sky.
With only two strikes, he sent the clan heads of the Yan and Mu clans reeling back—faces pale, qi broken.
Just then, two shadows pierced the veil above. Eldritch pressure followed.
From the sky descended two more figures, cloaked in starlight and shadow—ancestors of the Yan and Mu Clans themselves.
One of them looked down with narrowed eyes and a slow shake of the head.
"Still this strong… old monster."
The air trembled with the weight of forgotten grudges.
As Sheng Weizhen began preparing the formation array, a dark rift opened behind the sacred altar—two demonic figures emerged, horned and cloaked in crimson mist.
"Demons!" someone yelled.
The Clan's General, donned in black battle robes, leapt forward with three elders behind him.
"I will hold them off!" the general roared. "You must complete the teleportation!"
The four surged toward the intruding demons, blades drawn, sacred light blazing.
Tianhai's gaze remained fixed on the sky. His voice, calm but grave, cut through the tension.
"There's no more choice. We must send the child… now."
He nodded to the others. A hidden teleportation array beneath the sacred stone platform ignited—etched by the Formation Master himself.
Rays of spiraling light enveloped the ancient script, ready to tear open a path through realms.
Just as Tianhai prepared to place the child into the teleportation cradle— Lianyu stepped forward.
From a flick of her sleeve, light condensed in her palm.
"This pendant… it holds some of my strength and my consciousness is sealed within. Let it guide and protect him when I cannot."
She gently fastened it around the child's neck. It glowed faintly—warm, yet heavy with responsibility.
Tianhai gave a final look to the boy.
"Now… it is time to send him to the Mortal Realm."
Beside him, Lianyu wept quietly, tears tracing her cheeks, her voice lost to sorrow.
Then—
The formation activated.
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