Far from the forgotten galaxy, deep in the heart of the Central Universe, where the high and mighty beings resided, a ripple had formed. The balance of celestial power had been disturbed.
The Mainland of the Central Universe, a realm where gods, great gods, and celestial body beings lived in their towering palaces and forbidden lands, now trembled.
For eons, this land had been untouched by the turmoil that had fallen upon the Celestial Sect—its land rotting in silence, its power waning into history. Here, in the realms of the supreme forces, the universe had always been held together by a delicate balance of power. Forces that had been slowly growing in strength while watching from afar, each one more majestic and powerful than the last.
But something had changed.
At the same moment, across these forbidden territories, deep within the ancestral lands of each celestial body, ancient eyes flickered open. Silent whispers echoed across the galaxies.
The balance had been disturbed.
And they felt it.
The presence of an unprecedented energy—the awakening of something forgotten, something powerful enough to make the very celestial bodies tremble.
Yuan Xian stood frozen, his eyes locked with Lin Hai, both men feeling the pressure from the distant Central Universe pushing down on them. The ripple of power that started with the movement of the chains—the awakening of the mirror—had now spread across the entire universe. The once steady equilibrium was beginning to bend under its weight.
Thousands of celestial beings, who had lain dormant for eons, now felt the surge. They had been watching, waiting for the right moment. But now, the balance of power—no longer just among the mortals, or the weak forces—was being tested. Even they, the Celestial Body beings, could not escape the wave of pressure.
In the supreme halls of their realms, their eyes snapped open.
And in every corner of the Central Universe, ripples of the awakening spread, like a storm cloud forming in the sky. From the immense palaces of gods to the ancient, forbidden lands that held long-lost relics, they could all sense it.
There was movement, something that hadn't stirred in millennia.
Reports flooded in from all directions.
The celestial bodies had begun to sense it: The forces of the Central Universe were now under duress. A single disruption, one small shift in the natural order, and the pressure was already increasing.
The universe itself had begun to push back. A strange resonance filled the air. The energy that Yuan Xian had felt just moments ago was growing stronger, as if the universe itself were calling upon them to act. To return to the fold.
Orders were sent.
Reports streamed in from the supreme and super forces, from the powerful gods to the ancient celestial body beings.
They had no choice but to investigate. What had caused this?
Who had disturbed the balance?
The old forces, the ones that held the heavens in their hands, had already set their plans into motion. A thousand scouts and spies would be dispatched, and the news would spread like wildfire.
Meanwhile, back in the forgotten galaxy, the two figures—Yuan Xian and Lin Hai—remained unaware of the storm they had just triggered.
The fate of the Celestial Sect, once thought to be lost forever, was about to intertwine with the fate of the universe itself.
But for now, the universe was only beginning to stir.
And the celestial chains, once thought to be nothing more than ancient relics, were now rattling once more.