The meeting continued in the vast, silent Grand Hall of the Heavenly Abode. Celestial Body Beings — ancient powers who could devour stars and shape laws — voiced their thoughts one by one. Each opinion was measured, each suggestion shared through pure telepathic resonance, maintaining the solemn silence that filled the hall.
Many spoke of monitoring the anomaly. Some suggested sealing the nearby solar systems. Others proposed reactivating ancient detectors to track unknown celestial fluctuations. Yet, none dared to act without the Mighty King's command.
Then, the silence was broken — not by a celestial being, but by the appearance of a messenger.
He entered without fanfare, a figure cloaked in glowing armor of starlight. Though in the outer worlds he would be worshipped as a Great God, capable of ruling thousands of galaxies with a mere thought, here, in the Heavenly Abode, he was only a doorman — a messenger under the Mighty King's command.
He walked steadily to the center, knelt, and bowed deeply. "Report to my lord," he said, his voice calm and respectful.
The Mighty King gave no verbal reply, but the messenger continued. "As ordered by Your Majesty, the special envoy from the Heavenly Abode was sent to the location of the old Celestial Sect — the entire solar system has been thoroughly investigated."
The messenger raised his hand. A ball of white light, glowing like a newborn star, floated gently from his palm and drifted toward the Mighty King. The king extended his hand, and the light dissolved into his skin.
The entire hall watched in silence as the Mighty King closed his eyes for a brief moment. The divine will within the light — a compressed memory of the investigation — streamed through his mind in an instant.
Then, his voice rang across the hall with certainty.
"The anomaly in celestial power is not connected to the Celestial Sect."
The declaration struck like thunder.
A ripple of confusion passed through the Grand Hall. For thousands of years, the Celestial Sect had been the primary threat, the cause of chaos in the old war. To find them uninvolved now — especially after the strange shift in the universe's power — was shocking.
The Mighty King had received the will of the envoy. The investigation was thorough. There was no trace of celestial interference, no resurrection signs, no dormant traps, and no hidden sect disciples in that solar system.
Yet, the anomaly was real.
Minds across the hall swirled in chaotic thought. Who, or what, could trigger such a massive change in the celestial energy grid of the universe without the involvement of the sect?
Then, a being stood from its seat.
Tall and wrapped in robes of flowing cosmic gas, its voice was calm and deep, vibrating through the hall like the hum of gravity itself.
"My Lord," the being said, bowing toward the throne, "have we considered the White Universal Path?"
Instantly, the hall fell still again.
"During the Inter-Universal War in ancient times," the being continued, "that sacred path — the very bridge that once connected all universes — was sealed. It was a casualty of battle, buried under heavenly power and shattered timelines. But now…"
He looked around at the other Celestial Beings.
"…Now, perhaps the heavens seek to reopen that path. To reconnect the universes. To rebuild the ancient design."
Gasps of realization — silent but powerful — spread across the Grand Hall.
It was true. This universe, as vast as it was, was only one of many.
So many planets. So many galaxies. So many races. So many civilizations… countless. And yet, once upon a time, they had all been connected — through the White Path, a divine bridge of pure universal energy. A path that allowed travel, knowledge, and union between universes. A path destroyed during the most catastrophic war the cosmos had ever known — the Inter-Universal War.
Even the current Celestial Body Beings, mighty and ancient though they were, had never seen that war.
That war had occurred a million years ago.
Beings far older than them, civilizations now extinct, had once fought for control, freedom, and survival across the connected realms. The scars of that war had shaped the very laws of the cosmos. And when the White Path was destroyed, each universe was sealed within itself, never to reconnect again.
Until now.
"If the path is rebuilding itself," the being said slowly, "then the anomaly may not be a threat… but a signal."
The idea lingered.
A signal from the heavens, that the time of separation was ending.
Another voice joined, "If it's true… then we are standing at the edge of a new era. One that hasn't occurred for a million years."
But another voice warned, "Or perhaps… the past is repeating. The path was sealed for a reason. Reconnecting the universes may invite powers even greater than us. Beings that slumber… or wait."
The Mighty King sat in silence, absorbing every word.
His eyes — dark like collapsing stars — slowly narrowed.
"Then we must prepare for all outcomes," he said.
"Begin the investigation of the White Universal Path. I want records from the deepest archives. Send observers to the edge of the known cosmos. If the path is reforming, we must see it. We must understand it — before it understands us."
And just like that, the meeting shifted.
No longer just about one anomaly. No longer about one sect.
But about the possible rebirth of the White Path… and the reopening of all the universes.