During the last month on Spirit Butterfly Island a peculiar and somewhat bizarre series of events unfolded. It all began when Venerable Spirit Butterfly found his daughter in the vast open world. Overwhelmed by a wave of emotions, he resorted to a rather unorthodox approach to reconnect with her. He kidnapped her, whisking her away to his secluded abode, where he insisted on spending some 'quality time' together.
In the depths of Spirit Butterfly Island, Venerable Spirit Butterfly's daughter complex reached new heights. He doted on Soft Feather, lavishing her with attention and gifts, oblivious to the discomfort it caused her. His misguided affection bordered on the absurd, leaving Soft Feather caught in a web of conflicting emotions.
Meanwhile, Soft Feather, found herself torn between her affection for her captor and her yearning for her beloved Zenith Heaven Emperor. Initially, she managed to bear the separation with a heavy heart. However, as the days turned into weeks, her longing evolved into a full-blown obsession.
Day by day, Soft Feather, had been diligently cultivating on Spirit Butterfly Island for the entire month. Yet, as the end of the month drew near, Soft Feather realized she had exhausted most of the precious resources her Zenith Heaven Emperor had left her for cultivation. A sense of urgency washed over her as she strived to make the most of her remaining time. However, through sheer determination and unwavering focus, Soft Feather managed to reach the pinnacle of the fourth stage of cultivation
In the last few days, as Soft Feather's cultivation reached a bottleneck, she found solace in the realm of dreams. Every time she closed her eyes and surrendered to slumber, a realm of enchantment unfolded before her. Within the realm of dreams, she was reunited with her beloved Zenith Heaven Emperor, their spirits entwined in a dance of love and longing.
In this world, those who have not reached the esteemed fifth stage still require sleep. Soft Feather is no exception. However, even after reaching the fifth stage many continue to sleep on a regular basis. This especially applies to Eternal Life Beings that have nothing to do anyway as their cultivation has already reached the peak.
In these sweet dreams, Soft Feather and Zenith Heaven Emperor would find themselves in a tranquil garden, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. The air would be scented with the fragrance of blossoming flowers, their vibrant colors painting a tapestry of beauty. They would stroll hand in hand, their steps light as if floating on a cloud.
As they wandered through the garden, Soft Feather could feel the warmth of Zenith Heaven Emperor's hand in hers, their connection strong and unbreakable. Their conversations would be filled with laughter and shared secrets, their words carrying a familiarity that only true love could foster. It was in these dreams that Soft Feather truly felt complete, her heart content in the presence of her beloved.
Other times, the dreams would reflect the depths of Soft Feather's desires, painting vivid scenes of tenderness and affection. Zenith Heaven Emperor would caress her cheek with gentle fingertips, his touch igniting a warmth that spread throughout her entire being. They would exchange heartfelt declarations of love, their voices a symphony of devotion that resonated within the depths of Soft Feather's soul.
In these dreams, time seemed to lose its grasp, and Soft Feather would never want to awaken from such blissful reverie. Yet, as the first rays of dawn gently filtered through her window, reality would reclaim its hold, and Soft Feather would find herself back in the confines of Spirit Butterfly Island.
Morning arrives, and Soft Feather gradually awakens from her slumber. As her eyes flutter open, she becomes acutely aware of a warm sensation between her legs. Startled, she discovers that her body has responded to the vivid dreams that enveloped her throughout the night. Her crotch, drenched in arousal, serves as a vivid reminder of the fantasies that played out in her mind. It is a startling and yet undeniable manifestation of the passion that courses through her veins.
As the sun rises on another day, a newfound determination takes root within her. The time has come to break free from the clutches of her father, and embark on a daring escape.
Enough is enough, she decides, and it is time to reclaim her freedom.
Under the cover of night, Soft Feather slips away from the comforts of her chamber, her every movement cloaked in secrecy. With a heart pounding in her chest, she navigates the labyrinthine corridors of Spirit Butterfly Island, relying on her years of cultivation to tread soundlessly.
The island hums with an otherworldly energy, its floating mass hovering effortlessly in the sky. Soft Feather glides through the moonlit halls, her figure barely a whisper against the silence of the night. Every creaking floorboard, every rustle of a nearby curtain, is a reminder of the stakes she faces. But she remains undeterred, her resolve unwavering.
Finally, she reaches the outskirts of the island, where the gentle breeze brushes against her face, carrying whispers of freedom. Soft Feather gazes into the abyss of the open world, her heart racing with equal parts trepidation and excitement. This moment marks a turning point, an opportunity to break free from her captor's grasp and embark on a new path.
Relying on her cultivation, Soft Feather summons her trusted flying sword. With a graceful leap, she mounts the sword, the blade shimmering with a vibrant glow. The once dormant island is now her launchpad, her gateway to a world of infinite possibilities.
As Soft Feather takes flight, the island beneath her quivers with life, responding to the departure of its cherished captive. A symphony of wind chimes and fluttering leaves accompanies her escape, like a serenade bidding her farewell. The island itself seems to mourn her absence, its gentle swaying a bittersweet farewell.
Soft Feather soars through the night sky, her spirit alight with exhilaration. The wind caresses her face, carrying away the weight of her past and the burdens of captivity. With each passing moment, the distance between her and Spirit Butterfly Island grows, as if the universe itself conspires to propel her forward.
With each passing moment, Soft Feather embraces her newfound freedom, her heart set ablaze with the possibilities that lie ahead. She may have escaped the clutches of Spirit Butterfly Island, but her path is only just beginning. The adventure that awaits her is an odyssey filled with laughter, friendship, and the untold wonders of the cultivation world.
After a while, Soft Feather stands at the threshold of the familiar dwelling, the place she once called home with her beloved Zenith Heaven Emperor. Her heart quickens with anticipation, longing for the reunion that has eluded her. But as she steps inside, a cold realization washes over her like an icy wave crashing against the shore.
Zenith Heaven Emperor is not there.
The rooms, once filled with the warmth of their love, now lie empty, echoing her despair. Soft Feather's heart sinks, her hopes dashed upon the cruel shores of reality. She surveys the surroundings, desperately searching for any clue that might lead her to her beloved, but there is nothing. He is gone, leaving no trace of his whereabouts.
Determined not to give in to despair, Soft Feather musters her strength and sends a message into the Nine Provinces (1) Group. Her plea for information about Zenith Heaven Emperor's location reverberates through the channels, reaching the ears of fellow cultivators who may hold the answers she seeks. However, no one knows about his whereabouts and Zenith Heaven Emperor himself is currently too busy with the Heavenly Court to be able to read the message.
Undeterred, Soft Feather sets forth on a new quest, guided by the faintest glimmer of hope. She resolves to seek out Zenith Heaven Emperor's disciple, Song Shuhang, in hope he knows about his whereabouts. The journey to reach him leads her to the residence of Medicine Master.
Soft Feather arrives at Medicine Master's home, her spirit brimming with anticipation and a flicker of nervousness. She approaches the threshold, her heart pounding in her chest. Just as she arrived there she heard a voice of Fairy Dongfang "Crush it! Otherwise, the puppet won't die, and will continue to attract the heavenly tribulation."
"Boom…" In an instant, the heavenly tribulation had taken shape in the sky.
The entire sky above Jiangnan University Town had been filled with thunderstorms! The only thing visible in the sky to the naked eye was lightning.
"My God, just how big is this heavenly tribulation?" Daoist Priest Horizon stared in shock. The scope of this heavenly tribulation simply defied the rules of cultivation.
In the next moment, Song Shuhang, Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman, Horizon, Eternity, a puppetized cultivator from Profound Wind Valley and Soft Feather, who just arrived, suddenly disappeared.