The Celestial Realm didn't welcome visitors.
Floating palaces guarded by immortal cultivators, divine storms circling its borders—entry alone was suicide for most.
But not for the Void Sovereign.
Wang Chung and Long Tian stormed through the sacred gates, void and flame clearing a path of resistance. The sky cracked. Divine bells rang.
Awaiting them atop a platform of stars were the Seven Heavenly Elders, robed in cosmic silk, faces hidden behind masks of jade and gold.
"Wang Chung," the central elder intoned, "your return was foretold. Your power, feared. Your memory, forbidden."
Wang raised his hand, and black lightning arced above his palm.
> "You feared my power because you couldn't control it. I've returned—not to beg—but to judge."
Gasps echoed. Swords were drawn. The heavens, once tranquil, trembled.
And somewhere beyond the stars… something ancient stirred.