The next morning dawned with unease in the air. The skies were too still. The wind too cold.
In the central hall of the Celestial Palace, Yuexin stood before a large spirit map, glowing with ancient symbols. Around her, the six princes and their chosen stood in silence.
"The barrier in the West Realm has shattered," said Wuzen, eyes narrowed.
Liang Feng spoke next, "No realm should've been able to touch that seal… unless…"
"Unless a god interfered," muttered Zhou Jian, fists clenched.
Linyin let out a low whistle. "Well, I guess we know what kind of fun's coming."
Feng Kael was unusually quiet. His hand gripped his weapon tightly. "I saw him in my dream. Crimson eyes. Pale skin. He smiled… and everything burned."
Haoran stepped forward. "The Ghost God has awakened."
Everyone turned to Yuexin.
Her aura shimmered pale blue, but there was a flicker of fear in her eyes.
"He's after the Moon Seal," she said. "The one hidden in my soul. He wants it to cross into the mortal world."
Lumei, standing beside Wuzen, spoke softly. "If he succeeds, all realms will collapse. Mortals, immortals... demons alike."
Silence fell again.
Until Xian'er slammed her blade into the floor. "Then we don't let him succeed."
That night, Yuexin and Haoran sat atop the highest tower of the palace.
The stars above were quiet, but their hearts spoke loud.
"You said once you cried alone in the gardens," Yuexin whispered. "I cried too… but I never told anyone. Until now."
Haoran reached out and gently touched her cheek. "You've always carried the sky alone. But I'm here now. Let me carry it with you."
Her heart trembled.
She looked at him, truly looked—and for the first time, the pain in her chest faded.
Just a little.
Far in the abyss, the Ghost God stood atop a mountain of bones.
He raised one pale hand.
And the army of the dead began to rise.
End of Episode 14(continue)