In the ever-changing world of cultivation, earth quakes and natural disaster reverberated across the land, their presence impossible to ignore.
Every living being, from the smallest creature to the mightiest cultivator, felt the shift as powerful lightning storms merged with raging hurricanes, their explosive fury startling the world's cultivators while the world itself seemed to tremble and shake.
Golden lightning streaked through the sky, raining down with devastating force, flattening mountains and tearing the heavens apart with unrelenting power.
Heavenly Palace:
Inside a large, majestic pagoda within the Heavenly Palace, a woman clad in simple yet elegant red robes sat quietly, her delicate fingers wrapped around a steaming cup of fragrant tea. The sweet aroma filled the air, but her mind was focused not on the tea, but on the phenomenon unfolding outside. Her divine sense, unrestrained, stretched out to feel every surge of power. She observed the chaos with a quiet but determined gaze, understanding the significance of the events.
"It seems like it's happening," a deep voice rumbled as a figure approached her from behind.
The woman's body tensed for a brief moment before she turned, her movements smooth and graceful. "Disciple greets master," she said softly, rising from her seat and bowing lightly, her posture respectful but filled with an unspoken understanding.
The figure chuckled, a low and rumbling sound that filled the room with warmth. "Come now, no need for such formalities. You're already stronger than I am, and yet you still bow when you see this old man? Is this truly how the ruler of Heavenly Palace should behave?"
The woman's lips curled into a gentle smile, though there was a faint trace of amusement in her eyes. "Master, I may be stronger and hold the title of ruler of Heavenly Palace, but that does not change the fact that you are still my master. I owe you everything."
The old man snorted, waving his hand dismissively. "Master? Hmph. I've already imparted all that I know to you, and you've even surpassed me in many aspects. Which master do you still owe your loyalty to, hm?"
The woman in red robes chuckled softly. "Master, be that as it may, there are still things I lack. Just possessing knowledge is not enough—what I truly need is the experience that you have, and that is something only time can bestow."
She smiled innocently, her eyes shining with a mixture of admiration and respect for the man before her.
The old man's lips twitched in amusement as he returned her smile, walking past her without a word. Despite the chaos sweeping the entire cultivation realm, these two immortals remained calm, their minds focused, even joyful, as they understood the gravity of what was about to unfold.
Stroking his long, white beard thoughtfully, the old man's gaze turned towards the horizon. "Do you know the exact location where it will appear?"
The woman's expression softened, a hint of regret crossing her features. "Regrettably, no. However, I have sent some of our most trusted immortals on standby, prepared to be deployed the moment we gain any insight into its whereabouts. We are not without resources."
The old man fell silent for a moment, lost in thought as he considered her words. His sharp senses detected a subtle shift in the flow of energy, a lingering presence in the air.
"Don't dwell too much on it," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "The fact that you even managed to perceive into the heavens is an achievement in itself. There's no need to blame yourself for not being able to locate the child just yet."
The woman nodded, though the concern in her eyes remained.
"You've done more than enough," the old man continued. "Now, go rest. Your injuries from forcibly looking into heaven still haven't fully healed. Let the rest of the Heavenly Palace handle the details. You've earned your rest."
The woman hesitated but then relented with a quiet nod. The old man's wisdom was beyond question, and she knew that sometimes, the best course of action was to step back and allow others to take the reins.
"That reminds me, Master," the woman began, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I'm not sure why, but after looking into Heaven, I've been feeling a bad premonition."
"A bad feeling?" The old man's brows furrowed in concern. Knowing his disciple and her immense abilities, he understood that if she was experiencing such a sensation, it was not to be taken lightly.
"Yes, I don't know when it will happen, but ever since I gazed into Heaven, this unease has been lingering with me."
The old man stroked his beard thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on her. He didn't miss a single word she said. After a moment of deep contemplation, he spoke. "Alright, I'll look into it. But you need to rest. It seems that your probing into Heaven may have taken a greater toll on you than you realize."
With that said he turned around to leave
"As soon as we locate this child," the old man added, his voice thick with certainty, "Heavenly Palace's strength will rise exponentially once more. The world will change, and we will be ready."
With that, the old immortal turned and disappeared from the pagoda, leaving the woman alone with her thoughts. As she watched her master vanish, a soft smile played on her lips, and memories from the past resurfaced in the recesses of her mind. "Even though I'm so old, in front of him, I still feel like a child," she murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of amusement. With a final glance at the spot where her master had stood, she too disappeared, taking his words to heart and deciding to rest as he had advised.