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In the Heavenly Realm, a man dressed in white was seated on a throne, a sword resting in his hands, with exhaustion written all over his face. His silver hair was scattered across his blood-stained cheeks, obscuring his features so thoroughly that no one could clearly see his face. His fingers were marked with dried blood, and his once-pristine robes were soaked with crimson.
A peaceful aura surrounded him, restrained carefully. But if anyone had been present, they would have witnessed the boiling rage in his eyes. Anger, resentment, and fierce determination burned within them—not the determination to live, but the burning will of a man who had lost all hope and was unwilling to leave without making his enemies pay.
The man on the throne was Song Taiyi.
His head rested wearily on the hilt of his sword, his eyes closed.
"You are here," Taiyi said as he slowly raised his head.
Before him stood a beautiful middle-aged woman, her gaze gentle and calm as she looked at him. Tears shimmered in her eyes, though she tried to hide them so Taiyi wouldn't see.
"In this final moment, you are finally willing to see me. Why come to this place?" Taiyi asked quietly.
The beautiful middle-aged woman was the Peace Goddess—who always resided in the Flower Realm.
"The dusk of the gods has arrived," she said softly. "Many of my former friends and companions have fallen in this war. Of the nine immortals your brother trained, only three remain—and they are barely alive. As the leader of this era, I knew that your situation would be worse, so I came to see you. I came to see my son."
Taiyi lifted his head a second time to truly look at her. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes, but he held them back. He knew that in such a moment, he could not—and would not—shed any tears.
The Peace Goddess was indeed Taiyi's mother.
Taiyi's true form was that of a white dragon. Many assumed him to be a frost dragon—but he was not. He was born in summer.
The Peace Goddess was the former Goddess of Flowers, one of the oldest gods in existence. It was said that she once had a relationship with the Ancestral God—the founding father of the Purple Palace and the Heavenly Realm. A man acknowledged as the strongest in all the Myriad Diversified World for both his fighting skills and bloodline. He had once suppressed an entire generation, becoming the first Ancestral God. That was why he was remembered simply as the "Ancestral God" or "Ancestral Father," his real name having long vanished from the annals of history.
After his death, the Peace Goddess cut herself off from the world. No one knew her whereabouts—only rumors spoke of her hiding in the Flower Realm.
Taiyi had visited the Flower Realm many times, trying to confirm whether she was truly his mother and to seek answers. But each time, he only found a clone. This day was the first time he was seeing her real body.
Not much was known about the relationship between the Ancestral Father and the Peace Goddess—due to something the Peace Goddess had done. Although rumors persisted, nothing could confirm the truth. After the Ancestral Father "passed away," the Peace Goddess made a drastic decision—she tampered with the River of Time. She sacrificed part of her strength and lifespan to forcibly erase their shared history. Everyone who once knew of their bond forgot about it. Only she remembered.
Even her sons—Taiyi included—were left with nothing but the knowledge that they shared the Ancestral Father's bloodline.
Taiyi looked at the woman before him as if staring at a stranger.
"I never thought that in my final moments, apart from Xue Kai, there would be another person willing to come to this place. I am honoured, but I must ask you to leave. After all, my guests are about to arrive," Taiyi said, deliberately stressing the word guests.
The Peace Goddess sighed as she looked at her son. She had watched him from afar all these years. Watched his transformation—from a jovial youth to a cold, cunning, emotionless man. She had watched him drown in despair after his brother's death. Watched him weep in solitude, hiding so no one would see his tears. She had watched him struggle to protect the legacy she and the Ancestral Father left behind.
Even then, she could do nothing.
"I came to see you," she said gently. "And to take you with me."
"Hahaha…" Taiyi laughed maniacally, before coughing up a mouthful of blood. The laugh was dry and bitter, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.
"I am just a broken vase with no value. I failed—and so I must pay the consequences. As a sovereign, I will fall with my nation. Let the Heavens fall, but the other realms must remain safe," Taiyi said, smiling grimly. His words were backed by unwavering determination that flickered in his fading gaze.
Even in death, Taiyi was still scheming—still strategizing against the Heavens and against his enemies. At first, he had planned to seal the Heavens, and that was still his goal. But now, he also intended to kill his enemies to grant the Myriad Diversified World long-term peace.
The Heavens would be sealed forever, becoming the eye of a formation that would protect the Six Realms, Eight Deserts, and Three Seas. With the Heavens sealed, these regions would be isolated, preventing any interference from the outside world. Taiyi was separating the Myriad Diversified World from the Chaos Plane.
In the short term, they would lose contact with the outer world—but in the long term, the world would have the space to develop and grow stronger than ever before.
The Peace Goddess stared at him for a moment, then sighed and turned to leave.
"I have already made plans for you. The Chaotic Lotus has matured—and with your primordial spirit sealed inside it, you have a higher chance of reincarnation. The process will be long, and I don't know how much time will pass. But you might end up in the Myriad Diversified World again," her voice echoed in Taiyi's ears.
Taiyi closed his eyes when he heard those words.
> "Mom is proud of you, son. Mom will always love you," the Peace Goddess whispered.
Taiyi opened his eyes—and tears fell silently from them. He had no idea how much he had longed to hear those words.
"Wait for me," Taiyi said.