Within one of the most powerful and prestigious Chaos Heavens in existence, two beings lightly smiled as they felt Orion's consciousness fall back to its natural state.
One of these beings was a young man that seemed to be in his mid twenties. His skin was slightly tanned as his long ashen hair cascaded down his broad back and shoulders.
He wore ancient black and white traditional robes, embroidered in golden slithering dragons.
His aura was as calm and vast as an infinite ocean as his presence demanded subservience and reverence, akin to a god within his domain.
His beauty didn't need to be described as he transcended the mortal boundaries of perfection and reached a level very few could ever reach.
This was Eros Divioren, Orion's father and the current Patriarch of the Last Divine Clan in existence.
Looking into his wife's eyes, Eros couldn't help but warmly smile.
Sat cross legged upon a marble cultivation mat, she stood out like a sore thumb amidst the beautiful greenery that surrounded them.
With long hair as dark as night that perfectly contrasted with her beautiful jade white skin and magnificent dark amethyst pupils that seemed to be an endless pit of abyssal power and grandness, she equally matched her husband's majesty.
This was Hera Void, Orion's mother and Current Matriarch of the True Emptiness Clan or as many knew them as, the Void Clan.
"The little lass survived." Calmly said Hera, her voice slightly trembling as the relief within her tone was evident.
One thing Vulkron hadn't told Orion was that what he had done was an extremely dangerous gamble.
Separating someone's soul, especially one as complex and fragile as Orion's, was extremely risky and required such skill and knowledge, only gods specialising in daos geared toward wisdom and knowledge could attempt such a manoeuvre.
Any wrong move and they would've all died.
Orion, Vulkron and Hera.
With her Cultivation level, Hera had been aware of all of this and could've stopped Vulkron from doing anything but she didn't.
She had faith in her little boy.
Ironically, though he hadn't met her yet, Orion was already much like his mother. They were both as hardheaded and loving as one could possibly be despite the cruelty of the world.
"I told you he'd survive, he's our son after all. I survived it, my father did and so did my grandfather. We're just like that!" Proudly exclaimed Eros as he took Hera into his embrace and lightly pecked her cheek.
Though he was being playful and prideful, god only knows how much he had worried and hoped they'd survive. He couldn't possibly bear to lose his little boy and beloved wife.
"Hmph! Acting all proud for what?! Admit it, you were even more afraid than me." She lightly said as she fell deeper into his embrace, a devilish grin plastered on her divine face.
Not bothering to answer, Eros simply shook his head and let their relief truly set in.
"Masters." A voice came from the void, interrupting their moment of peace.
"You may." Coldly uttered Eros, his demeanour completely changing as he and Hera stood up.
Immediately, a blue portal opened in front of them, a veiled lady wearing all black robes appearing out of it.
"I apologise for interrupting such a moment but I'm afraid it's time." She calmly uttered as she bowed, not daring to meet any of their gazes.
Hera's gaze became sharp beyond belief as her aura became even more unfathomable than it had previously been.
Grabbing Eros' hand, she looked up, meeting his cold gaze as she smiled.
"You ready?"
"Always."
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Within a magnificent hall supported by gigantic golden stone pillars, its walls covered in high ceiling glass windows that allowed the soothing sun rays to illuminate the room, multiple outstanding beings stood, calmly waiting.
They were the highest placed and most important figures of both the Divienor and Void clan.
"Do you know why we've been summoned? It's rare for their holiness to call for us." Said a random person.
"No idea, maybe they're gonna address the recent rumours pertaining to the disappearing shipments from the east coast."
"Oh, I heard about that. Wasn't it ruled as just a few rogue cultivators feigning for resources?"
"Come on Julie, you know damn well that only the Heavenly clans are capable of doing anything to us. We're the most powerful clans below them."
"I know but what else are we supposed to assume? Why would they need to steal some random shipments of pill ingredients, especially ones used for mere qi replenishment crates?"
"I don't know but if I had to guess, they're trying to send a message down. Our rise threatens them so they're making sure we know our place."
"That's interesting, I wonder if-"
"Silence." Calmly uttered a veiled man wearing pure white robes, his voice so overbearingly powerful, the room quieted down in an instant.
"Greet their Holiness."
Immediately, without batting an eye, everyone within the hall kneeled, their faces plastered to the ground.
Most of these beings had cultivation bases far surpassing the realm of gods, with some being stronger than Hera and Eros combined yet they still obediently bowed to them.
A sign of true allegiance, trust and unity within both clans.
Appearing from thin air, Hera and Eros awkwardly smiled, still not used to such antics as the latter rose his hand.
"There's truly no need for this, elders. You may rise." He calmly said, as he sat upon his golden throne, right next to Hera's obsidian throne.
Standing up, the various elders and ancestors of both clans summoned their floating mats as they comfortably sat, expecting a long clan meeting.
"Firstly, I'd like to thank you all for making the time to attend this meeting. I know beings of your stature rarely have time to spare. We appreciate it, truly." Said Eros, his voice cold yet respectful as his words warmed the tense atmosphere present within the hall.
"The reason why we have summoned all of you here at once is simple."
As Hera uttered these words, the previously dispersed tension rose back up as all the ancestors and elders felt the hairs on their neck stand, a strange sense of foreboding creeping up their spine.
Though out of respect no one had said anything, a single question rang through all of their minds.
What was so important, all big shots of both clans had to be present for ? What was so important it made their usually joyful patriarch cold and distant…
As if they were on the precipice of war?
This mere possibility drenched their backs and made the hearts of these old demons palpitate in excitement as their blades had been lusting and longing for blood for too long.
Was it time?