Somewhere in the Dessert Dao Realm
The Grand Custodian of Sweetness, an ancient being made entirely of golden honey, trembled before an emergency assembly of divine bakers, cosmic chocolatiers, and sugar cultivators.
"The decree has been issued. All desserts must first be offered to the Supreme Family."
The gathered confectioners gasped.
An Elder Pastry Sage, who had cultivated the Buttercream Sutra for over 90,000 years, spoke solemnly.
"This is both an honor… and a disaster. If we fail to satisfy their tastes, the consequences could be catastrophic."
A Muffin Immortal wiped his flour-covered forehead.
"But how do we determine what the Supreme Family likes?"
The Grand Custodian spoke gravely.
"There is only one way… we must send an envoy to Earth."
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Back on Earth – The Family's Kitchen
Son-Wu San watched as his kids inspected the "Son-Wu San Ultimate Sundae" that had just been delivered from the celestial realms.
Xian Xue squinted.
"The whipped cream looks kinda weird."
Xian Long poked at the cherries.
"Too shiny."
Their mother, Li-Yan Mei, nodded.
"Presentation matters. They need to refine their Dessert Dao."
Son-Wu San felt a shiver.
"Please, I beg you all—do NOT complain. The entire multiverse is making desserts for us now! If they hear even a hint of dissatisfaction—"
BOOOOOM!
A space-time fissure tore open in the kitchen.
A trembling Celestial Dessert Envoy appeared, kneeling in full ceremonial frosting robes.
"Supreme Ones! We have come to personally receive your divine judgment! Please grant us your guidance!"
Son-Wu San's soul left his body.
Xian Xue and Xian Long exchanged looks.
"Taste test?"
"Taste test."
They grabbed their spoons.
The Dessert Envoy trembled. An entire civilization's future depended on the next few moments.
Xian Xue took a bite.
Xian Long took a bite.
Silence.
The multiverse held its breath.
Then—
Xian Xue tilted her head.
"…It's okay."
Xian Long nodded.
"Not bad. Could use more chocolate, though."
The Dessert Envoy collapsed.
"W-We shall immediately reform our chocolate industry!"
Son-Wu San clutched his chest.
"STOP. JUST STOP."
But it was too late.
Across the Dessert Dao Realm, chocolate cultivators, divine pastry chefs, and mystic cocoa farmers received a new command:
"THE SUPREME FAMILY DESIRES MORE CHOCOLATE. INCREASE PRODUCTION BY 10,000%!"
Entire worlds began to restructure their economies. The Chocolate Wars would soon begin.
Son-Wu San sank into his chair.
"We are literally destroying civilizations over desserts."
His wife patted his shoulder.
"Don't worry. They'll manage."
Meanwhile—
The Dessert Dao Realm plunged into a new golden age… and total chaos.