Everyone on the Sacred Platform, and throughout the entire Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom, could see it clearly.
They could feel it pressing into their hearts—an overwhelming grief and a rising fury radiating from Meng Kongchan as he stared with maddened eyes at the Abyssal Monarch above.
His body trembled, his face twisted in anguish and disbelief, and his divine aura, though weakened, surged chaotically with his emotions.
And yet…
No one dared to rebuke him.
Not a single voice rose to correct his outburst.
They simply shook their heads, their expressions heavy with sorrow and dread.
Because the Monarch's words—his declaration—had been far too cruel, too absolute. It had shattered something sacred.
"Why… why are you saying Meng Jianyuan isn't my son?!!"
Meng Kongchan's voice cracked as he screamed, no longer able to restrain the storm tearing through his soul. He cares not for Hua Fuchen who been trying his best to hold him back.
"You better have a great explanation for it!!"
His roar shook the skies above the Sacred Platform, filled not only with fury, but with the desperation of a father whose world was unraveling.
He wasn't shouting at a peer.
He was roaring at the Abyssal Monarch—the one being all within the Abyss were meant to revere without question.
And still, not a single cultivator, elder, or divine guest dared to stop him.
Across Dreamweaver, countless faces turned pale with fright. Those who had once revered Meng Kongchan for his calm, stoic leadership now watched a man broken open before the world—exposed, grieving, lost.
His bloodshot eyes flickered between the Monarch… and Yun Che.
Only a few steps separated him from the young man he had raised, loved, and called his son.
And yet, throughout all of this, Yun Che had remained silent.
He hadn't spoken a word.
His stillness sent a cold, biting fear deep into Meng Kongchan's heart.
Why isn't he speaking? Why isn't he denying it?
The silence—far more painful than words—ate at him.
But still…
Even as the world tried to tell him otherwise… even as the Monarch cast down the cruelest truth—
No matter how long he looked at Yun Che…
He saw only one person.
Meng Jianyuan.
His son. Without question. Without doubt.
"Have you ever tried the blood fusion test, Kongchan?"
The sudden voice beside him pulled Meng Kongchan from the edge.
It was Hua Fuchen who spoke — calm, steady, but with an undertone that trembled with gravity.
Meng Kongchan froze.
"I…"
His voice caught in his throat. For a brief moment, all the fury, all the sorrow, gave way to stunned silence as his mind struggled to process the question.
Blood fusion testing — the most direct, irrefutable method cultivators used to confirm lineage. For most, it was the final proof of blood ties, a technique that left no room for manipulation or mistake.
But for him…
For someone who had stood at the peak of godhood…
He had never needed it.
He didn't rely on the crude method used by mortals and lower realms.
He had used Divine Soul Art.
He had used Falling Dream—an infallible divine technique that allowed one to gaze into the origins, past, and inner desires of a person's soul.
It was absolute.
With his former status as a God, with one of the strongest divine souls in the entire Abyss, there should have been no room for error.
He had seen Yun Che's memories. He had witnessed his light.
He had looked into what he believed was his son's soul…
And seen Meng Jianyuan.
So why—why would he ever need a blood fusion test?
Why would he question what he already knew in his heart?
Yet…
Here and now, in the face of the Monarch's judgment…
In the face of Yun Che's haunting silence…
Hua Fuchen's simple question shattered his composure.
He staggered slightly, his mind lurching violently as a cold, unfamiliar doubt began to creep into his thoughts.
The certainty he clung to—unshakable for decades—was beginning to crack.
Seeing Meng Kongchan's reaction, Hua Fuchen's expression darkened slightly.
He understood.
He remembered clearly.
It was back then—when Yun Che first appeared and began growing closer to his daughter—that Hua Fuchen had personally asked Meng Kongchan to use Falling Dream on the young man.
He wanted to know Yun Che's true origin.
His real intent.
His reason for approaching Hua Caili.
And it was because of Falling Dream… because of what Meng Kongchan saw through that divine soul technique… that everything changed.
Meng Kongchan had proclaimed, with absolute certainty, that Yun Che was his long-lost son—Meng Jianyuan.
His voice carried divine authority. His soul had seen the truth. And when someone like Meng Kongchan, a God with one of the strongest soul powers in the entire Abyss, declared such a thing—
No one had reason to doubt it.
No one could doubt it.
How could the result of Falling Dream be false?
How could a God misread the very soul of his own child?
It had been accepted as irrefutable.
But now…
Here, under the oppressive silence of the Monarch's gaze… with Yun Che standing motionless and silent…
Doubt began to creep in.
Not just into Meng Kongchan's heart.
But into the hearts of many.
The Monarch's words still echoed like thunder across their minds—calm, final, devastating.
And Yun Che's silence—his complete lack of protest, his refusal to deny or explain—was like a shadow crawling across the truth they had once accepted so easily.
One by one, cultivators, elders, Divine Sons, and even some of the Gods gathered at the platform began to suck in sharp, cold breaths.
Contrary to what everyone might have believed, Yun Che had already calmed down. A powerful wave of Light Profound Energy was now coursing through him, soothing his soul and mind with a purity far beyond anything he had ever felt before—its origin clearly coming from the very depths of his soul.
Li Suo… had awakened.
Though he didn't have the luxury to fully focus on her presence now, he could feel it unmistakably—she had not only awakened, but something within her had undergone a profound transformation, one that surpassed anything he could comprehend.
With her presence stabilizing him, Yun Che's chaotic emotions gradually receded, and his heart and mind began to sharpen once more. He forced himself to think—analyzing, calculating, trying to piece together the storm of revelations and accusations unraveling around him.
With so many Gods, and even the Ancient True Gods gathered here, brute-forcing his way out of this situation was no longer an option.
Yun Che slowly lifted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly as he carefully studied Mo Su.
It was true that his unease had initially stemmed from the danger of having his identity partially exposed here, but now that his heart and soul had calmed—thanks to Li Suo's presence—he felt something else.
Something deeper.
Something that didn't align with the current events.
A subtle dissonance lingered beneath it all, something he couldn't explain even to himself… and something that, instinctively, he knew wasn't meant to be unraveled right now.
For now, he needed to focus on the moment. On the question that demanded an answer.
His gaze shifted, landing first on Hua Caili—her expression pale, her eyes trembling with worry—and then to Meng Kongchan, whose entire soul seemed suspended in a fragile silence as he waited for his son to speak.
Yun Che exhaled lightly, then shook his head.
"There's no need for a blood fusion test."
His voice was calm, steady.
"It will fail anyway."
!!!!!!!!!!
"WHAT?!!!"
An uproar exploded across the Sacred Platform as disbelief surged like a flood.
Shock erupted through every heart present, echoing outward as the words Yun Che spoke defied everything they thought they knew.
"YUAN'ER!! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!"
Meng Kongchan's pale face twisted in panic as he shouted, his voice trembling with disbelief and devastation.
The moment Yun Che admitted that the blood fusion test would fail—he was, in essence, admitting the unthinkable.
Admitting that he was not Meng Jianyuan.
That one sentence shattered what little hope Meng Kongchan had left, as if a divine blade had cleaved his soul in two.
Beside Yun Che, Hua Caili's soft hand trembled violently. Her breath caught, her eyes widened in shock as her mind rejected what her ears had just heard.
"Big Brother Yun Che…"
She whispered, voice choked with disbelief and fear. She wanted to speak, to question, to scream—but before she could form the words—
"Hehehehe… Hahahaha…"
A low, mocking laugh echoed across the platform, drawing all eyes toward the Boundless Divine Kingdom's seating area.
The laughter quickly grew, loud and wild, filled with cruelty and glee.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! You're not Meng Kongchan's son?! So you're finally admitting it?!! HAHAHAHA!!"
The voice belonged to none other than the Boundless Rage Divine Regent, Dian Jiuzhi.
His figure rose slowly from his seat, his expression twisted in a mixture of triumph and venomous satisfaction.
"The former Divine Regent of my Boundless Divine Kingdom threw away his life to rescue you—because he thought you were the son of his old friend.
But you… you're nothing but a fraud. A nobody!"
His words stabbed deep, filled with scorn and fury that had been buried for years—now finally erupting in full.
"Hahahahaha!!!!!!"
Dian Jiuzhi's roar of laughter echoed like thunder across the Sacred Platform, filled with wild glee and poisonous satisfaction.
He didn't even bother to call the former Divine Regent of the Boundless Divine Kingdom his father—because he felt no pity, no honor, and no remorse for a man who, in his eyes, had foolishly thrown away his life for someone unworthy.
But that wasn't what made him laugh.
What tore the sound from his throat was Yun Che's confession.
The revelation that shook the entire Divine Kingdoms.
Yun Che… was a nobody.
Not Meng Jianyuan. Not the son of Meng Kongchan.
Just a pretender.
A twist of fate so bitter and cruel that it felt like divine justice in his eyes.
That nobody had stolen the spotlight. Had seized the Abyss's greatest treasure—Hua Caili, the woman who had once been his dream, his obsession, his impossible goal.
That nobody had trampled his pride.
Had shattered his image.
Had eclipsed him in every way.
He hated Yun Che to his very core.
He had endured agony, humiliation, and torment during the rescue mission months ago, all because of the Monarch's command—to save someone who wasn't even worthy of a name.
But now… Now the truth was out. And with this truth, he could already see the downfall to come.
The collapse of the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom's pride. Yun Che's fall from grace.
And when that moment came… his vengeance would be inevitable.
That's why he laughed. He laughed not with joy, but with cruel anticipation.
Ignoring Dian Jiuzhi's manic laughter echoing across the platform, Yun Che turned toward Hua Caili beside him. He gave her hand a gentle but firm squeeze, his voice low yet steady as he said, "It will be alright."
Then, without hesitation, he shifted his gaze back to Meng Kongchan, who now looked like he might collapse at any moment. His face was pale, his expression hollow, as though the world he had built for centuries was crumbling beneath his feet.
"Father," Yun Che said quietly, his voice carrying not just weight, but emotion, "it's true that the blood fusion will fail… but I am still your son."
"...?"
Meng Kongchan's already battered heart trembled as he stared at Yun Che in utter confusion. Just moments ago, Yun Che had admitted the test would fail—a silent confirmation that he wasn't Meng Jianyuan.
Yet now…
Now he was standing there, looking him in the eye, calling him father… saying he was still his son.
What was he trying to say? What did it mean?!
Even the Abyssal Monarch's cold gaze flickered with faint interest, the first visible reaction he had shown since his declaration.
"Oh? So you're saying you're who you claim to be?"
Mo Su's voice rang out calmly, but it carried a deep pressure that silenced every whisper still lingering across the Sacred Platform.
"Let's hear it then. What do you have to say for yourself?"
With that, the tension in the air seemed to draw tight again.
All eyes, stunned moments before, now turned toward Yun Che—waiting, wondering, desperate for answers.
With a deep breath, Yun Che finally opened his mouth to speak, his voice calm but resolute.
"The reason I said the blood fusion test would fail… is because, back then—before I disappeared—I was mortally wounded by…"
His gaze slowly turned toward the section where the members of the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom were seated. His eyes locked onto one figure in particular.
"…Meng Jingzhe."
The moment the name was spoken, a subtle tremor rippled through the crowd, and within the honored seats of the Dreamweaver delegation, one figure visibly stiffened—her body shaking ever so slightly as if struck by lightning.
Yun Che, recalling the fragments of truth from his dreams and the memories he had forcibly taken when he killed Meng Jingzhe, began to weave his story together.
"That night… after Meng Jingzhe visited me in my quarters, he returned again—this time with a strange profound artifact. It completely masked his presence from my guardian. He struck while I was defenseless, and the attack left me on the verge of death. My body and bloodline were completely destroyed… even my soul was only a small fragment left"
Gasps echoed softly across the platform. The silence that followed was heavy—not with doubt, but with thought.
"By some miracle," Yun Che continued, his voice unwavering, "I escaped, barely clinging to life, without memory, without purpose. I wandered until, by the grace of the heavens, I met someone… a master who not only saved me, but restored my soul and reconstructed a new body for me."
He paused, letting the weight of those words settle.
"Because of that… the blood that flows through me now is no longer of the Meng Clan. My soul carries the imprint of Meng Jianyuan, but my blood no longer matches. That is why I said the blood fusion test would fail."
A heavy silence settled over the Sacred Platform. No one interrupted, no one spoke. The shock from earlier had now given way to contemplation.
"That… that's right!!"
As if Yun Che's explanation had breathed life back into him, Meng Kongchan's eyes lit up with a sudden surge of hope and clarity. His body, which had moments ago seemed on the verge of collapse, straightened with renewed conviction as he roared out in agreement.
"If your body was reconstructed by your master using only a fragment of your soul, then of course the blood flowing through you wouldn't necessarily be of the Meng Clan! But your soul, your essence—you're still my son! You are Meng Jianyuan!"
His voice rang with passion and certainty, as if the words themselves were a shield to fend off the doubt weighing down upon the Sacred Platform.
For a god, especially one like Meng Kongchan who had once stood at the peak, recreating a mortal body wasn't difficult. But restoring the soul's original bloodline through that process wasn't guaranteed. In fact, unless specific bloodline essence was preserved or transferred, the resulting body would bear no connection to the original family line.
In that light, Yun Che's explanation seemed reasonable—at least on the surface.
But not everyone was convinced.
A different kind of silence spread across the crowd—one that wasn't rooted in shock or awe, but quiet skepticism. Many among the honored guests had long studied Yun Che's abilities, traced his growth, observed his profound strength and unique attributes.
It was well known that all of his powers—every divine ability, every impossible feat—originated from the mysterious master who had raised him.
If Yun Che's master was capable of healing a shattered soul and forging an entirely new body for him…
Then why was he unable to restore something as basic as a bloodline?
Was it truly beyond his master's capability? Or was there something more to this story than Yun Che was letting on?
"Hmph!"
A loud, disdainful snort echoed across the platform from Dian Jiuzhi, his sharp eyes narrowing as he stepped forward slightly, his voice laced with mockery.
"How convenient it is for the living to weave tales about the dead. Meng Jingzhe's been gone for quite some time now—how exactly do you plan to prove that he tried to kill you? That he's the reason you lost your bloodline and memories?"
His words were pointed, cutting through the tension like a blade. The implication was clear—without proof, Yun Che's story was nothing but a fabrication to protect his lie.
But Yun Che, unfazed by Dian Jiuzhi's challenge, calmly turned his head once more toward the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom's honored seats. His gaze was steady, sharp, and resolute as it locked onto a single trembling figure seated quietly among the nobles.
"Of course," Yun Che said, his voice unwavering, "there was someone else that should know of that night event. I have my proof."
The crowd stirred.
"Empress."
Yun Che's voice was calm, yet it echoed with purpose.
"Brother Jianxi and I have long moved past what happened between us. I swore that no matter what, the past would remain where it belongs—that it would never affect our present or the bond we share now. I truly see you as family, just as I see Brother Jianxi."
His tone was sincere, but firm, each word pressing down on the one he addressed.
"Please… tell everyone what happened back then."
As Yun Che spoke, he emphasized Meng Jianxi's name several times, not just for clarity, but to subtly affirm the relationship and the forgiveness he extended.
All eyes turned in the direction of his gaze, confused murmurs rising as they sought the person he was addressing.
And then they saw her.
Seated near the front of the Dreamweaver section, veiled in elegance and status—was the Divine Empress herself.
But unlike her usual composed presence, she was trembling.
Visibly. Uncontrollably.
"?????????"
The crowd was confused. Their eyes darted between Yun Che and the Divine Empress, their minds trying to piece together the connection, the accusation, the hidden truth behind Yun Che's claim.
The Divine Empress, now under the full focus of the Sacred Platform—gods, regents, elders, and thousands of profound practitioners—trembled even harder beneath the crushing weight of so many divine gazes.
She had just become the center of a storm. And everyone was waiting for her to speak.