The skies above the Upper Realms trembled.
Entire stars cracked like fragile glass, and golden rivers of divine essence flowed through the torn fabric of space. The sound of war thundered across existence — the clash of celestial weapons, the roar of dying beasts, the screams of countless immortals echoing through eternity.
This was no ordinary battle.
This was the Fall of the Celestial Dominion of Stars.
🌌 The Escaping God
In the midst of the chaos, Lord Zhi'an, once known as The God of Ten Suns, stood bloodied and furious. His armor, forged from starlight itself, was cracked. His realm had fallen; his followers were gone; betrayal burned in his heart like molten iron.
"Damn them all," he growled, tearing a spear of light from his chest. "If the heavens themselves conspire against me, then I'll forge my own!"
He raised his right hand — a blazing sigil appeared, a gateway of his own creation. But as he opened it, a sharp distortion rippled through the space. His control faltered. The portal twisted, its color changing from gold to pure white.
"No… not there—!"
Before he could react, the light swallowed him whole.
🌿 The Forbidden Realm
When he opened his eyes again, the air was different.
No divine storms.
No echo of war.
Only silence.
He stood in a field of endless green, with rivers flowing like liquid jade. The sky shimmered softly, and the ground beneath his feet pulsed with warmth — alive, responsive. He could feel it breathing.
"What is this place?" he whispered.
As he moved, the grass bent away from his feet, glowing faintly. It was as if the entire land acknowledged his presence… yet refused to accept him. When he tried to channel his power, it flickered and dissolved into the air like mist.
"Impossible… my essence— the realm is suppressing it?"
He roared, releasing a burst of divine aura. The mountains shook — for a second. Then, just as swiftly, roots emerged from the ground, wrapping around his legs, climbing his arms. They didn't burn. They purified.
A calm, feminine voice whispered in the wind:
"You bring war into the garden. The soil rejects you."
The Lord of Ten Suns looked around wildly.
There was no one there.
🐉 The Awakening of the Golden Dragon
A tremor rippled through the land.
The rivers glowed gold.
And then he heard it — a low, thunderous growl.
From the horizon, a Golden Dragon rose. Its scales shimmered like dawn. Its eyes were twin suns reflecting creation and destruction alike. As it approached, space itself bent to its will.
"Who dares disturb the sanctity of my master's soil?" the dragon's voice echoed, deeper than thunder, calm as judgment.
Zhi'an stumbled back. "Your master? Who commands such a being—?"
"The One Who Tends the Eternal Fields," the dragon said. "The Keeper of Balance. The Farmer of Creation."
Zhi'an froze. "A… farmer?"
The dragon's massive head lowered until one blazing eye stared into his very soul. "Titles matter little here. In this place, even gods kneel before the roots."
Zhi'an's pride flared. "I am Lord Zhi'an, bearer of the Ten Suns! No soil-born beast shall—"
Before he finished, golden light surged, swallowing his words. The dragon didn't strike; it merely breathed. Yet the breath was enough to strip him of all arrogance.
His ten suns shattered into sparks. His divine aura withered like dying embers. For the first time in countless eons, Lord Zhi'an fell to his knees.
🌸 Judgment by the Realm
"Your power burns without purpose," the wind whispered again. "Here, only growth thrives."
As he gasped for air, the vines released him. The ground beneath him opened slightly — from it grew a single white flower, glowing faintly. When he touched it, visions flashed before his eyes:
Endless farms stretching across divine skies.
Sacred beasts resting peacefully.
A man dressed in simple white robes, tilling soil with a calm smile.
Every movement carrying the weight of galaxies — yet humble as a mortal farmer's breath.
"Who… who is he?" Zhi'an asked aloud.
The wind answered with reverence.
"Tian Yuan — the One Beyond Judgment."
Zhi'an trembled. "A god? No… this power— it transcends…"
Then, the sky spoke.
🕊️ Tian Yuan's Voice
It wasn't thunder. It wasn't divine might.
It was just… calm.
"Even in peace, the storm finds its way here."
The voice was soft, unhurried, and impossibly clear.
It came from everywhere and nowhere.
The entire realm seemed to breathe in rhythm with it.
Zhi'an looked around wildly. "Who are you? Show yourself!"
"There's no need. The soil has already decided your worth."
The dragon bowed its head instantly, its colossal form trembling in quiet devotion.
"My lord, this intruder carries the scent of war," it rumbled. "Shall I devour him?"
"No," Tian Yuan said gently. "Let him see what it means to live without conquest."
And then… the realm shifted.
🌾 The Realm's Mercy
The golden vines retracted, transforming into glowing tendrils of life. They repaired Zhi'an's armor, healed his wounds, and even restored his divine essence — but not as it was before. His aura felt softer, cleaner, stripped of its corruption.
He blinked, confused. "You… you healed me?"
"You broke what you were meant to protect," Tian Yuan said softly. "Perhaps tending to yourself is harder than destroying others."
Zhi'an lowered his head, trembling. For the first time in his eternal existence, he felt ashamed.
"Go," the voice said. "Leave before your pride grows again. The soil has forgiven you, but the roots remember."
Before he could speak again, the wind rose.
The realm folded like a mirror.
And in a blink, Zhi'an was gone.
When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on a mountain far beyond the purified borders of the realm. He coughed violently, still trembling from the sheer presence he had just experienced.
His servants, who had searched for him through the void, surrounded him. "My lord, what happened? We thought you—"
He looked at them with haunted eyes.
Then, in a whisper, he said the words that would echo through the heavens for centuries:
"There exists a place where gods are judged… not by might, but by the soil itself."
No one believed him at first. But as he spoke of the dragon, the living land, and the calm voice that shattered his divine pride, even the proudest of the heavens began to tremble.
And somewhere, deep in that hidden divine realm — surrounded by divine beasts and blooming fields — Tian Yuan sat quietly beside a pond, feeding small fish with divine rice grains.
The system chimed in his ear, cheerful and teasing:
[Ding! Intruder Purged! Realm Purity +10%]
[Would you like to plant "Heavenly Bamboo of Reflection" where he stood?]
Tian Yuan smiled faintly.
"Let's plant it," he said, his tone relaxed.
[System Note: Host is frighteningly calm for someone who just scared a god half to death.]
He chuckled. "That wasn't scary. I just showed him good farming manners."
The golden dragon rumbled in amusement, bowing respectfully.
And the realm, bathed in eternal peace, continued to grow — untouched, unbothered, unseen.
🌾 End of Chapter 66 — "The Lord Who Entered the Wrong Door."