"Mother… it's alright."
Suddenly, a calm and familiar voice rang out. Meng Jianxi appeared at her side in the blink of an eye, gently supporting the trembling figure of the Divine Empress as he held her upright. His presence, steady and composed, wrapped around her like a protective shield.
"…Nothing will happen to you. I promise."
His quiet reassurance seemed to pierce through the fear clouding her heart.
The Divine Empress looked up at her son—her eyes wide, her breathing still uneven—and for a moment, she seemed lost. But as she stared at him, something began to shift. Her fingers clenched slightly around his arm, and a whisper left her lips.
"That's right… that's right… you're a God now."
Her voice was soft, like a fragile thread barely holding together, but as she repeated the words, her strength returned little by little.
"You… Jianxi… my son… is a God now."
The more she said it, the more power returned to her gaze, until finally, her trembling stopped altogether.
Straightening her back, she looked forward—no longer the trembling woman from moments ago, but once again the Divine Empress of the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom.
"I don't need to be afraid of anything."
Her voice was clear now, sharp and commanding as her eyes swept across the gathered crowd, then to Yun Che, and finally to her husband—Meng Kongchan.
Then, under the crushing weight of millions of gazes, she finally opened her mouth and spoke the truth.
"Back then… due to my negligence, the Void Breaking Divine Jade was stolen."
A wave of murmurs swept through the crowd.
Everyone present knew exactly what the Void Breaking Divine Jade was—a profound artifact imbued with powerful spatial properties, capable of bypassing restrictions and completely masking one's aura.
"Later, I discovered that it was Jingzhe who stole it… and he used it to attempt an assassination on Meng Jianyuan."
Gasps echoed as the name was spoken.
"It was my failure to properly secure the artifact… my failure to see through Jingzhe's intent..."
"Because of that, he was able to act freely, and his attack nearly destroyed the person I should have protected. Because of that, I was ashamed of what happened. I couldn't tell anyone of what happen back then."
Her voice didn't tremble anymore. Her admission, though heavy with guilt, came out clearly—an open confession before the Monarch, the Gods, and all of the Divine Kingdoms.
She confirmed it.
Everything Yun Che had claimed—the assassination, the method of escape, the odd artifact—all of it aligned.
And with her words, the truth finally began to take form. The revelation struck like thunder in the minds of the gathered.
If what the Divine Empress said was true—if Meng Jingzhe had indeed used the Void Breaking Divine Jade to mask his presence to ambush Yun Che—then it was entirely plausible that Yun Che had been mortally wounded, leaving behind only a fragment of his soul.
And if that part was true…
Then his claim of being rescued and rebuilt by his mysterious master—his body reconstructed, his bloodline lost—could no longer be dismissed as a fabrication.
And below, Meng Kongchan stood frozen.
"…So… it really is you…" he murmured, his voice low and shaking.
The Empress's words echoed again and again in his mind, but the meaning he drew from them was far deeper than the explanation she had given aloud. He understood the true story hidden behind her confession—far better than anyone else likely realized.
Back then, he had suspicions—vague shadows in his heart that he dared not voice. As her husband and the ruler of the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom, he couldn't afford to give life to such poisonous doubts. So he buried them.
Pretended they weren't there. But now… hearing her confession—so raw, so shameful—it tore through him like a blade. It was heartbreaking.
But it also… brought clarity. Her words aligned perfectly with Yun Che's.
And if everything Yun Che had said could be traced back, if every claim had evidence and reason behind it—then it could only mean one thing:
He truly was his son. Not by blood now, perhaps… But by soul, by memory, by identity— Yun Che… was Meng Jianyuan.
As the crowd seem to come to an understanding, the Abyssal Monarch Mo Su, still seated high above the crowd, looked down with a cold, unreadable gaze. His face remained calm, but deep within his heart, a sneer curled.
Had he not known Yun Che's other identity—the one Yun Che worked so hard to bury—he too might have believed all of this.
The story was complete. It had weight. But that was exactly why he remained silent.
He wanted to see how far Yun Che would go. How many cards he would lay on the table before the final blow shattered it all.
And just as he expected… Yun Che had prepared explanations for everything. One revelation after another, every claim backed by logic, evidence, and testimony. To most, it would have been flawless. Untouchable.
But unfortunately for Yun Che… he was up against someone who knew him far too well.
Someone who knew the truth beneath the mask he wore.
A cold laugh suddenly echoed through the Sacred Platform.
"Hahahaha!"
The sound, deep and unhurried, immediately seized everyone's attention. All eyes turned upward toward the seat of honor of Boundless Divine Kingdom, where the Dian Jiuzhi is.
"Good… good… good."
He repeated the word three times, each one heavier than the last, his expression unreadable as he looked down at Yun Che. And then, with a loud and hearty voice that shook the hearts of everyone gathered, he said—
"Since you remember your past before losing your memories," Dian Jiuzhi said with a smirk, his voice dripping with cynicism, "did you recall anything else? Perhaps memories with your father? After all, that incident back then… even I heard about it. It wouldn't be too hard to dig into, if someone were truly determined."
His words struck a chord, stirring doubt once more among those present.
It was true—back then, Meng Jianyuan had been the shining light of Meng Kongchan, his sudden disappearance had caused a massive stir, and although the finer details were carefully hidden, even those from other Divine Kingdoms had caught whispers of the event.
If someone had taken the time to investigate—if someone wanted to pretend to be Meng Jianyuan—it wouldn't have been difficult to unearth enough information to build a convincing story.
And with that seed planted, all eyes once again turned toward Yun Che, waiting for how he would respond next.
"Yuan'er… you don't have to answer, not if… if you haven't fully recovered your memories," Meng Kongchan said slowly, his voice soft with concern. His heart ached at the thought that Yun Che might be forced to defend himself when he wasn't ready—especially under Dian Jiuzhi's harsh scrutiny.
But Yun Che gently smiled in return.
"It's alright, Father. I remember."
His tone was calm, but resolute.
"I remember…"
As the words left his lips, images flashed across Yun Che's mind—fragments from the dreams he had seen countless times. Scenes painted in hazy light and muffled sound, like echoes from a life long past.
He didn't know why, but deep inside, he believed those dreams were real. Perhaps it was intuition. Perhaps something deeper. But it didn't matter. He had already gambled everything to reach this point—there was no turning back now.
Raising his hand, Yun Che pointed a single finger toward the sky. A soft light bloomed from his fingertip as the memories in his soul condensed into a single radiant crystal. It shot upward, glowing brighter as it rose, then expanded into a projection above the Sacred Platform.
The crowd watched in silence as the vision unfolded. The scene was seen from a first-person perspective—so the viewers could not see the speaker's face, only what he saw.
But what they could see… was Meng Kongchan.
The former Divine Regent stood before the viewpoint, smiling gently, his features unmistakable.
"Yuan'er," he said warmly in the projection, as he reached out and offered a glowing fruit, free of abyss dust.
"Do you remember that day, Father?"
Yun Che's voice was steady as he turned to look at Meng Kongchan, whose expression had already begun to crumble. His eyes, once filled with doubt and despair, slowly reddened as tears welled within them—not from sorrow, but from the overwhelming relief that gripped his heart.
The Divine Empress's confession had brought back a sliver of conviction…
But this—this memory, this irrefutable scene pulled from Yun Che's soul—this was proof.
"So it's real…" Yun Che murmured to himself.
Even as Yun Che stood strong, a flicker of disbelief crossed his eyes. Somewhere deep in his heart, he too was shaken. These dreams—he had always trusted them, but now that they had taken form before thousands, real and undeniable, even he couldn't understand why they had come to him so clearly.
Why had he seen them in dreams?
Why did they feel like memories from another life?
But there was no time to dwell on that now. He had to see this through.
"Back then," Yun Che continued, his voice carrying through the still air, "because of some ridiculous old legend, you spent three of the kingdom's four Divine Jades of Revelation just to acquire a strange fruit from an old lady… and gave it to me."
A wave of soft astonishment passed through the crowd. Divine Jades of Revelation were not just rare—they were invaluable. To use three for a single fruit…
"I was still full of innocence back then," Yun Che said with a chuckle, "I had no idea what it meant. Only now do I understand its true value."
He laughed softly, the sound carrying a sense of bittersweet nostalgia.
"It was so bitter," he added with a smirk.
Then, as if the words had opened a floodgate, more fragments of light burst forth from Yun Che's soul.
One by one, memories—not vague impressions, but clearly detailed, intimate moments between him and Meng Kongchan—began to unfold in the sky above.
Training together. Sharing meals. Walking beneath starlight. Moments of joy, anger, pride, disappointment… A father and son, bound not by blood, but by time, emotion, and countless memories shared together.
And above the Sacred Platform, under the eyes of gods, Divine Regents, and millions of cultivators—those memories began to drown out all doubt.
"Kongchan… are those memories… they're… real?"
Hua Fuchen's voice was low, but heavy with emotion as he stared up at the glowing scenes projected in the sky. A father and son laughing together, training, speaking in warmth—so carefree, so genuine. It reminded him of himself and his own daughter, those moments shared without pretense, when nothing else in the world mattered.
But what he needed now wasn't sentiment—it was truth.
If these memories were real, then Yun Che… was truly Meng Jianyuan.
"Yes…"
Meng Kongchan's voice broke as he answered, a tear-streaked smile on his face, his chest rising and falling with emotion.
"All of them are real."
There was no hesitation. No uncertainty.
Only joy.
And with that simple affirmation, something shifted across the Sacred Platform.
That answer… was the final confirmation everyone had been waiting for.
All the doubts that had clawed at their minds—the contradictions, the accusations, the Monarch's cold declarations—they were now swept aside by the undeniable truth of a father's words, and the vivid memories only a true son could possess.
A quiet murmur spread like wildfire through the crowd.
Many in the crowd began shifting their gazes toward Dian Jiuzhi, whose expression had grown darker by the second. Whispers turned to murmurs, and even a few audible sneers slipped through the crowd—but the loudest of them came distinctly from the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom's seating area.
That sneer was sharp, disdainful, and carried with it an unmistakable sense of contempt.
It came from none other than Pan Buwang.
He didn't bother hiding the disgust on his face as he stared at Dian Jiuzhi with narrowed eyes. His lip curled slightly, and he scoffed, loud enough for many to hear.
He had never liked Dian Jiuzhi, not even in the past when the man paraded around with that carefully crafted mask of gentleness and refinement. But back then, Pan Buwang could at least respect him—if only slightly—for his apparent sincerity. He was a man who had once chased Hua Caili with what seemed like unwavering devotion, his image that of a gentle, patient admirer.
But after Hua Caili broke their engagement and rejected him completely, that mask shattered.
What emerged from behind it made Pan Buwang sick.
Gone was the humble, soft-spoken noble. In his place stood a man consumed by resentment, driven by ego, and hollow in love.
A man who now surrounded himself with a thousand concubines, parading excess as if it were virtue.
Everything about Dian Jiuzhi now repulsed him—his ideals, his hypocrisy, his smugness.
And as the truth about Yun Che began to settle over the platform like divine judgment, Pan Buwang didn't even try to conceal his glee. Watching Dian Jiuzhi's expression twist and sour was its own small satisfaction.
Dian Jiuzhi's face twisted in a deep, bitter scowl, his eyes dark with frustration as the tide turned completely against him. But luckily, the gazes didn't linger long as all attention turn toward another dicrection once more.
All eyes turned—slowly, unavoidably—toward the one who had ignited this storm.
The Abyssal Monarch.
They had revered him. Trusted him without question. Obeyed every decree with unshaken loyalty.
But now, as Yun Che's identity as Meng Jianyuan stood firm and irrefutable before the heavens…
The question began to form in every mind, unspoken but burning—
Why?
Why had the Monarch interrupted the ascension? Why had he derailed the wedding? Why would the Monarch say he isn't Meng Jianyuan in the first place?!!!
Sensing the countless gazes once again fixated upon him, the Abyssal Monarch smiled.
He had expected this.
Even now, with the tide of belief shifting entirely in Yun Che's favor, he remained calm—unshaken on the surface. But deep within, a flicker of shock still lingered.
Those memories…
The scenes Yun Che had revealed—those quiet, personal moments between father and son—were not something that could be faked. Only the true Meng Jianyuan and Meng Kongchan would know them.
How did he get them?
Even the Monarch had no answer for that.
But as his thoughts turned further, a realization began to take root. He recalled how Yun Che could manipulate the Abyssal Dust, a feat thought impossible.
And if he could do that…
Then possessing such memories wasn't impossible either—not for someone who had come prepared.
Yes… someone like him could fabricate memories, earn sympathy, and even imitate a son's bond.
If only those bonds were real, if only Yun Che was a friend to the Abyss. Unfortunately, he have crossed the line he shouldn't have cross!
The Monarch's smile deepened, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
And then, he finally spoke.
"As expected of my Big Brother's inheritor, you are truly full of surprises!"
—BOOM.
Those words didn't just stir the crowd. They detonated.
The moment they were spoken, a wave of confusion, disbelief, and sheer shock rippled outward, engulfing the entire Divine Kingdom.
"What… what did he just say?"
"Big Brother's… inheritor?"
Whispers exploded like wildfire.
In the Abyss, the Abyssal Monarch was the absolute. His origins were shrouded in mystery, even among gods. His true identity was known only to the three High Priests—no one else had the right or the courage to ask.
Yet now, in front of the world, he had uttered something unthinkable.
Yun Che… was the inheritor of his Big Brother?
That meant—Yun Che's master… was the Abyssal Monarch's elder brother.
The atmosphere on the Sacred Platform twisted again—no longer just in shock from Yun Che's confession, but from the words of the Monarch himself.
yet, as everyone was feeling the shocks. The Monarch next sentences turn their world upside down.
"But let's say you truly are Meng Jianyuan, as you claim..."
The Monarch's voice echoed from the highest platform, calm and composed—but each word weighed like a mountain.
"Your other identity… as the Fog Monarch… still must be punished for the crimes you've committed."
—BOOM.
It was as if thunder had split the sky.
The words struck like a divine catastrophe.
The Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom—home to countless profound practitioners, where even whispers normally echoed like wind through the mountains—fell into absolute silence.
No one could speak.
No one dared to breathe.
Even the gods were shaken.
And then—
"WHAT… WHAT DID YOU SAY?!!!"
A furious roar tore through the heavens like a divine dragon's wrath.
An overwhelming burst of Ancient True God power erupted from the Sacred Platform, sending even nearby Gods and elders of Divine Limited Realm staggering back.
The source—
Liu Xiao.
The High Priest stood tall, his face twisted in fury and disbelief, his robes burning with crimson-gold divine light as his profound aura surged like a tidal wave.
His roar didn't just shake the platform—it turned the entire Divine Kingdom into chaos.
Storm clouds gathered. The very space trembled. The Abyss itself held its breath.
For the Monarch to utter such a statement—
To claim that Meng Jianyuan, the heir of Dreamweaver, the shining light of this generation…
Was the same being as the Fog Monarch, one of the most feared and reviled figures in recent Abyssal history… This...this...this...!!!!!