Yuqing placed her pale fingers in Tianyang's palm. Her fingers were cold, delicate. He helped her down, their eyes never breaking contact, even through the thin veil.
The moment Tianyang's hand touched Yuqing's, the world blurred.
Every step he took beside her, amidst swirling red petals and divine chants, the heavens themselves seemed to pause and watch.
The entire sky was veiled in a soft red hue. Floating pavilions shimmered. The red carpet rolled down from the pavilion like a celestial bridge. Thousands of glowing red spirit lamps hovered mid air, each pulsing like a heartbeat, forming a crimson sea above the Celestial Clan. Legendary tier formations spun like celestial wheels high above, humming softly with sacred intent.
Heaven beasts, from flaming qilins to frost breathing wyverns, coiled in the clouds and roared blessings. The enormous silhouette of a divine azure dragon briefly crossed the heavens — its roar shaking the mountaintops, drawing gasps from onlookers.
