Myth Beyond Heaven



The grand palace of the Dragon God Realm, a masterpiece of architectural brilliance, thrummed with an unparalleled energy as it played host to a gathering of epic proportions.

The palace itself was a breathtaking sight to behold. Its exterior, a symphony of polished jade and shimmering gold, towered into the heavens, its intricate carvings and majestic sculptures reflecting the glory of the Dragon God Clan.

The air buzzed with anticipation, the scent of incense and exotic blooms mingling with the subtle undercurrent of draconic power.

Within the palace's grand hall, the scene was one of unbridled opulence. The hall's vast expanse, capable of accommodating thousands, was adorned with tapestries woven from threads of starlight and banners embroidered with images of dragons.

The floors, polished to a mirror-like sheen, reflected the soft glow of countless lanterns crafted from the scales of ancient dragons.

At the heart of the hall stood Long Aotian, the Dragon Emperor, his imposing figure radiating an aura of regal authority. His scales, a symphony of emerald green and sapphire blue, shimmered with an otherworldly luster.

His eyes, sharp and piercing, scanned the gathered throng, their gaze a silent declaration of his dominion over the Dragon God Realm.

Beside him stood a group of venerable Dragon Clan Elders, their forms wizened by the passage of countless epochs. Their scales, dulled by time, bore the marks of countless battles and trials, their eyes reflecting the wisdom and experience of generations.

The hall buzzed with conversation, the voices of the gathered guests a symphony of diverse tongues and dialects. Human cultivators from every corner of the Primal Chaos mingled with the dragons, their presence adding a unique flavor to the festivities.

The cultivators, clad in flowing robes of silk and brocade, marveled at the grandeur of the palace and the sheer power emanating from the Dragon Clan Elders.

The atmosphere was charged with excitement, the anticipation of the upcoming wedding ceremony palpable. Guests exchanged greetings and pleasantries, their voices filled with admiration for the Dragon Emperor and his chosen bride.

"I truly wonder who His Majesty's bride is. She is certainly fortunate to have been chosen," one of the cultivators spoke.

"Indeed," an old man on the side concurred, his voice a deep rumble. "Their union will surely herald a new era of prosperity for the Dragon God Realm."

Among the guests, Dongfang Hao scanned the crowd with a frown. The moment he saw Long Qingxuan's name on the invitation, he knew something must have happened to Yun Lintian. He had come here to confirm the matter.

On the side, Dongfang Xue wore a worried expression. She didn't understand why Long Qingxuan had suddenly become the bride of Long Aotian.

Dongfang Hao looked at his daughter and said, "Relax. There must be more to this than meets the eye. Let's wait and see."

Dongfang Xue nodded and remained silent.

Suddenly, a hush fell over the grand hall, the once-buzzing conversations dwindling to a respectful silence. All eyes turned towards the raised platform at the far end, where Long Aotian, the Dragon Emperor, stood bathed in a celestial spotlight. His emerald scales shimmered, reflecting the light like a thousand tiny stars, his presence commanding attention and reverence.

He raised his hand in a gesture of greeting, a benevolent smile gracing his lips. "Honored guests, esteemed elders, and beloved citizens of the Dragon God Realm," his voice boomed, resonating through the hall with the power of a dragon's roar, "I welcome you all to this joyous occasion, the celebration of my union with the radiant Long Qingxuan."

A ripple of applause echoed through the hall, the guests expressing their approval and excitement. The Dragon Clan Elders nodded sagely, their eyes filled with pride and satisfaction.

The human cultivators, despite their earlier reservations, couldn't help but be impressed by the Dragon Emperor's charisma and commanding presence.

Long Aotian continued, his voice laced with warmth and sincerity. "Today, we gather not only to celebrate a wedding, but also to usher in a new era for the Dragon God Clan. An era of unity, prosperity, and renewed strength."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the assembled crowd. "Long Qingxuan, my beloved, is not only a woman of unparalleled beauty and grace, but also a symbol of hope and resilience. Her presence in my life has brought me immeasurable joy and inspiration, and I am honored to have her as my partner and confidante."

A collective sigh of admiration swept through the hall, the guests captivated by the Dragon Emperor's heartfelt words.

"Together," Long Aotian continued, his voice rising with passion, "we will lead the Dragon God Clan to new heights of glory. We will strengthen our bonds with the other Divine Beast Clans, forge alliances with the human cultivators, and ensure the continued prosperity of the Primal Chaos."

His words resonated with the audience, their hearts filled with a sense of shared purpose and optimism. The Dragon Clan Elders nodded in approval, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

The human cultivators, their initial skepticism fading, began to see the potential for a brighter future, one where dragons and humans coexisted in harmony.

"I am grateful for your presence here today," Long Aotian said, his voice filled with warmth. "Your blessings and support mean the world to us. May this union be a beacon of hope, a testament to the enduring power of love and unity."

He raised his hand once more, his gesture encompassing the entire hall. "Let the celebrations begin!"

The hall erupted in cheers and applause, the guests raising their glasses in a toast to the royal couple. The air crackled with joyous energy, the festivities reaching a fever pitch.

Musicians struck up a lively tune, their melodies filling the hall with a vibrant rhythm. Dancers twirled and leaped, their movements a graceful ballet of color and light. The aroma of delectable dishes wafted through the air, tempting the guests with their tantalizing scents. Outside the palace, Yun Lintian calmly approached the gate with Xiao Shou following closely behind. He could hear everything Long Aotian was saying clearly.

Xiao Shou looked at Yun Lintian with a hint of worry. He was afraid Yun Lintian would lose his temper there.

At this moment, the guard stepped forward and sized up Yun Lintian from head to toe before asking in an arrogant tone, "You're quite late, aren't you? It seems you don't respect the

Dragon God Clan in your heart."

Yun Lintian glanced at him and said, "Get lost." His voice was calm, but it caused the guard to shiver for no reason...

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