The Unwavering Bond

"Young master, it is time," Xiao Li's soft voice echoed.

Tian Shen, standing with a calm but confident demeanor, nodded. "Oh, okay. I am ready. Let's go."

Wearing an elegant azure robe, Tian Shen followed Xiao Li as she led the way. They ascended a flying sword, soaring through the skies, passing pavilions, towering buildings, and the countless disciples below who all gazed up in awe. Their destination was the **Celestial Void Hall**, a massive structure suspended in the heavens, standing as a beacon of supreme authority.

The Celestial Void Hall was an awe-inspiring masterpiece. Its architecture gleamed in divine light, with intricate designs carved into the walls, statues of legendary figures adorning the entrance, and the aura of profound wisdom that flowed like an unseen river. The space seemed to stretch infinitely, with celestial patterns of dragons and phoenixes intertwined on the walls and floors, while mighty pillars held the structure as if keeping the heavens in place. Above all, the hall seemed suspended in space itself, a realm of its own, untouched by the ordinary world.

As they entered the hall, Tian Shen saw the elders seated in their respective places, their eyes shifting towards him with a mix of reverence and expectation. At the center of it all sat his father, **Tiān Zhì**, the sect master. He occupied a grand throne that radiated immense power, its design unparalleled—a blend of the finest jade and mystical metals, with dragons etched along the armrests, their eyes glowing as if alive. He wore a deep blue robe, shimmering under the ethereal light, giving him the appearance of an emperor capable of commanding fate with just a glance.

"My son," Tiān Zhì's voice resounded with a regal authority, "I and the elders have summoned you today for you to decide which Dao you will cultivate."

The elders nodded in agreement, one after another.

"Yes, young master," Elder Yun spoke first. His long white beard flowed down his chest, and his deep-set eyes radiated wisdom. Clad in simple but imposing white robes embroidered with ancient symbols, he sat with a dignified air. His aura was powerful yet restrained, much like an ancient mountain, unshakable and eternal. "You must choose a fitting Dao. While your unique physique grants you the ability to master multiple Daos, true power comes from mastering one and using it to control others. This is the path to greatness."

Another elder, Elder Yan, spoke in a gruff voice, his dark purple robes marking him as one of the more direct members of the council. "Indeed, young master. If you attempt to master too many Daos at once, you will lack the necessary focus to truly ascend to the pinnacle. Take the time to understand which Dao resonates with your soul."

Elder Fei, an elderly woman with graceful movements and a soft, nurturing aura, nodded her head in agreement. "Once you choose your Dao, we can provide you with the most suitable techniques. The foundations you lay now will determine your future path."

Elder Long, a figure known for his seriousness and sharp gaze, leaned forward slightly. His eyes bore into Tian Shen, emphasizing the importance of the moment. "The world is vast, and there are many who will covet your power. The right Dao will help you withstand any challenge, young master."

"My son," Tiān Zhì continued, his gaze proud but steady, "you must remember that I will not force you to choose today, but you must decide before the Heavenly Ascension Tournament .It will be your first great test against the heavenly chosen of other celestial worlds."

Tian Shen met his father's eyes, his voice filled with determination. "Yes, Father. I understand. I have thought deeply on this, and I agree—focusing on a single Dao to control the others is the best way forward. I will not disappoint you or the sect."

"Good," Tiān Zhì nodded approvingly. "This is the path to true growth. The tournament is fast approaching, and there you will face other heirs from celestial realms. They too are trained rigorously, but you must not let this intimidate you. You are destined for greatness.

Elder Yun stroked his beard as he added, "Young master, while mortals and those from lower worlds often don't choose their Dao until much later in their cultivation journey, you have the advantage of doing so now. By selecting early, you will form a deep, intrinsic connection with the Dao and its laws."

Tian Shen nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, Elder Yun. I have realized that choosing early will allow me to develop a natural bond with my Dao, a connection that will only grow stronger as I cultivate."

Elder Fei smiled softly. "Indeed, young master. This will set you apart from many others who can only grasp at such understanding in their later years."

Elder Kai, who had remained quiet until now, suddenly spoke up. His expression was stern, though there was a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Young master, have you chosen who will be your right hand? The one who will attend to your needs, carry out your commands, and manage your other followers?"

"Yes, young master," Elder Long chimed in. "This is a crucial decision. With the **Battle for Eternal Blessings of the Chaos** approaching, you will need someone by your side who can handle these responsibilities with great care."

Tian Shen noticed a subtle shift in Xiao Li's aura beside him. Her usually calm demeanor seemed to flicker with a momentary sadness. She kept her head low, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. In her heart, she wished to be the one to stand by his side, but doubt crept in. She knew her talents were strong—she possessed the innate Dao bone, a rare and powerful gift. Yet, compared to the other geniuses of high-level worlds, her abilities seemed lacking. Could she truly stand as the right hand of someone like Tian Shen?

Before anyone else could speak, Tian Shen raised his hand, his voice firm. "Elders, I have already made my decision. My right hand will be none other than Xiao