The next day morning, Elder Chi Huang and Huo Ling'er both of them waiting in front of so many members of the azure mist sect.
Lan suyin was crying, she never thought at the time of her greatest trial , she'd meet a friend .
A friend who helped her throughout evrything that happened for the last few days,
Thunder light sect's young master lei zhan's audacity to forcefully marry her or the invasion of the whole Thunder light sect or the attack from body intigration peak sect master , lei tianming's attack .
If this new friend or this elder who came later was not here they'll definitely have to submit or die .
She came towards Huo Ling'er and gave her a hairpin that she herself made , " I don't have anything to give you to show my respect towards you, please accept this ,I made it for you ."
Huo Ling'er also felt warmth in her heart she quietly accepted the hairpin and smiled towards her ...
On the side of Chi huang , each and every elders of the azure mist sect was present sect leader Lan Tianzheng, grand elder Wei ,
elder Feng and many other elders were also present at this moment. They all bowed towards Chi Huang and said ,
" thank you so much ,your highness . If you didn't showed up in time this time our whole sect gonna die . We all are indebted to you . You'll always be our life saving guest of the azure mist sect ."
Chi huang just waves his hand in embarrassment and said , " No . No. It was my duty to save young lady Huo Ling'er. I was entrusted by sect master to protect her and help her if needed."
Everyone knows this truth. If Huo Ling'er didn't showed up that night ,then the next day and interrupted the wedding they had to submit forever to the thunder light sect. That was more painful than die ....
Chi Huang came towards Huo Ling'er and nodded to her . She knows that it's time to go back to the sect.
She looked at lan suyin and nodded then with Chi Huang flew towards the sky . Everyone looked at them until they disappeared in the distance...
After a few days everyone returned to the sect ....
Lin feng and elder Jian Tian returned before Huo Ling'er and Chi huang. Now everyone knows just how much they struggled in their journey this time .
Each and every member of the sect came to welcome them except huai . He never leaves the eternal peak that much . Also he's the sect leader now .
He can't do anything as he wished . Every action of his should be composed and every decision of his should be correct.
Others also knows this fact . So they were all waiting for the day their sect master ask them to meet at the summit of eternal peak, at Eternal hall.
On this day , a bell rang in the eternal sect . Each and every disciples elders and various stewards , outer sect elders , various hall masters ,
supreme elder Gu xuan , eight peak master, eight peak elders even those animals at the various peaks heard this sound .
They knows it clearly what this sound indicates.
It's a alarm to inform everyone to attend the meeting at eternal hall.
No matter who the person is , sect stewards , elders,peak masters , disciples, personal disciples,hall masters evryone was going towards the eternal peak .
Although they go to the eternal peak many times in these last 2 months , still this scenery made their soul feel peace , a amount of huge respect towards their sect master.
Noone knows what realm their sect master is in but one thing they know for sure a person who can change their 9th tier low level sect to this huge monstrosity in just merely near two months, Is not a normal person at all.
Maybe he's someone who have huge opportunity or a reincarnated galaxy being .
In the heart of an existence unbound by the linear progression of time, the Eternal Hall stood not as a structure of stone and mortar, but as a vessel of creation itself.
It had no walls, no ceiling, only an infinite, silent expanse. Within its boundaries, the universe was an open book.
Millions of galaxies spun in a majestic, unhurried ballet, their spiral arms trailing diamond dust across the void.
Nebulas bloomed like colossal celestial flowers, their gases churning in vibrant hues of magenta, emerald, and cyan, birthing stars that flared into life with silent, brilliant pronouncements.
Comets with tails of incandescent ice traced fleeting silver scars across the darkness, and black holes were velvet-smooth wounds in reality, their gravitational pull a visible distortion in the cosmic tapestry.
The floor was a living entity, a river of deep blue starlight that flowed with a slow, hypnotic current.
It was as if one were standing on the surface of a placid ocean at midnight, with every point of light a captured star, pulsing with a gentle, internal luminescence.
This stellar river ebbed and flowed, its light caressing the foundations of the countless chairs that lined the hall.
Carved from what looked like solidified moonlight, they stretched in two impossibly long, perfect rows, leading towards the focal point of all this silent grandeur.
Each chair was empty, a silent testament to a court not yet convened, their vacant seats holding the weight of potential and memory.
The silence in the hall was not an absence of sound, but a presence.
It was the profound quiet of the deep cosmos, a stillness so absolute it felt heavier than any noise, filled with the hum of raw power and the patient turning of galactic wheels.
At the apex of this silent, cosmic court, upon a throne carved from a single, flawless piece of black obsidian, sat Shen Huai.
The throne was a masterpiece of menacing elegance.
Its surface was so polished it seemed to drink the light of the swirling galaxies, creating a patch of perfect, unblemished darkness in a hall defined by light.
It was cold and absolute, its sharp, clean lines speaking of unyielding authority. It rose high, a jagged peak of solidified night, its back fanning out like the wings of a great, dark bird of prey.
In the heart of this void sat the master of it all, a figure of serene contrast.
Shen Huai's presence was the anchor in this sea of cosmic chaos. He was stillness personified, his form a perfect counterpoint to the dynamic motion surrounding him.
His long, ink-black hair cascaded over his shoulders and down the back of the obsidian throne, a silken waterfall so dark it seemed to merge with the stone.
A few choice strands at his temples were gathered and held by a delicate, yet intricate golden crown.
It was not a heavy, imposing diadem of kings, but a minimalist circle that seemed to float above his brow, adorned with a single, tear-drop shaped emerald that pulsed with a faint inner light, mirroring the distant nebulas.
From this crown, and woven into the locks of his hair, dripped long, impossibly fine chains of alternating silver and gold.
They caught the starlight from the floor and the swirling galaxies, shimmering with every minute shift in the cosmic light.
The chains were of varying lengths, some barely gracing his shoulders while others trailed all the way down his back, their tips disappearing into the sea of his hair,
clinking together with a sound that was felt rather than heard—a subtle, metaphysical chime that resonated with the sovereign aura he exuded.
He was garbed in a robe the color of new spring leaves, a light, vibrant green that stood in stark, beautiful defiance of the cold, dark majesty of his throne and the cosmic void.
The robe was woven from threads of pure life, and upon its surface, golden dragons with scales of meticulous detail chased each other around the wide sleeves.
Phoenixes with tails of spun sunlight spread their wings across his chest, and other mythical beasts Qilins, Pixius, and celestial turtles were engraved in a shimmering panorama of golden thread that seemed to move with a life of its own.
The robe flowed around him, its hem pooling on the obsidian seat, the golden creatures appearing to swim in its dark reflection.
Beneath this outer layer, the collar of a pure white inner dress was visible, its stark simplicity a quiet statement of purity and inner resolve against the opulence of his station.
His hands rested lightly on the arms of the throne, his long, elegant fingers still and relaxed. Yet, this placid exterior was a mask for the universe of thought swirling within him.
His head was tilted slightly, his gaze directed not at any single point, but at the grand, sweeping vista of creation before him.
His eyes, the color of warm, light brown honey, held the depth of the cosmos they observed. They were ancient eyes, filled with a profound and contemplative stillness.
In their depths, entire galaxies were born and died. He was looking towards a cluster of newly forming stars, their violent, fiery birth a spectacle of raw power, yet his expression remained serene, thoughtful, as if he were reading a familiar poem.
He was thinking of something profound, a thought that spanned eons, a calculation that involved the fate of the very stars he watched.
Was it a memory of a long-forgotten age? A premonition of a future yet to be written? Or was he simply appreciating the silent, beautiful loneliness of his own existence?
From him, a palpable aura leaked into the hall, an invisible pressure that made the very fabric of space feel heavy.
It was the aura of a divine sovereign, an ancient and absolute power that was neither malicious nor benevolent, but simply was.
It was in the way the starlight from the floor seemed to bend ever so slightly around the base of his throne, reluctant to touch the source of such immense gravity.
It was in the way the dust from a passing nebula seemed to part around his still form, creating a perfect, undisturbed bubble in the heart of the eternal motion.
This aura was the true source of the hall's silence; it did not command quiet, but rather, its sheer weight and density absorbed all potential for sound, leaving only the profound, heavy stillness of absolute control.
For an immeasurable moment, Shen Huai remained just so a solitary god on a throne of night, presiding over a silent court of stars, his thoughts the only thing moving in a hall where all of time and space lay waiting for his will.
The golden dragons on his robe seemed to hold their breath, and the galaxies themselves seemed to slow their spin, all of creation waiting for the sovereign to finish his thought.
At this particular moment,
" We've reached the summit of Eternal peak , SECT MASTER."
Everyone said with their voice loud,
Huai looked at the main gate of the hall and said gently," come in ."
One by one on elder after another, one peakmaster after another , one steward after another, one hall master after another , supreme elder ,
personal disciples , inner disciples , outer disciples everyone entered the main hall and sitted on their designated seat one after another.
Huai looked at his right side to see supreme elder Gu xuan and 8 peak masters Han Mujie, Ba Tian, Su Yun, Yan Ruyu, Shui Miao, Shi Yan, Feng Wuji and Mu Qing all seated on their seats .
Now Gu xuan reached void refinement peak . While Han Mujie reached void refinement level 8, Yan Ruyu reached void refinement level 7 , while Feng Wuji and Ba Tian reached void refinement level 6 ,
Shui Miao and Mu Qing both reached void refinement level 4 and Su Yun and Shi Yan both reached void refinement level 5.
Huai then looked at his left to see 8 peak protectors puppet elders that he recruited before ,
calling them puppets would be completely wrong , they are exactly humans with their own Cultivation methods and consciousness, so they are their own entity.
They are Jian Wuya, Ba Jue, Yan Cangqiong, Miao Yin(female), Tu Kun, Lie Kong, Feng Xiao and Qing Di. All of them reached Fusion realm peak.
Huai looked at the other two protectors that he get for Lin Feng and Huo Ling'er. Jian Tian and Chi Huang both reached body intigration level 4 .
Huai looked at the other hall masters that he get before , all of them reached body intigration realm .
All inner elders reached soul transformation realm , while outer elders and stewards reached nascent soul realm.
Huai nodded in satisfaction.