High above in the celestial expanse of the Higher Realm, where divine beasts roamed and immortal entities dictated the fate of countless lower worlds, the Blue-Eyed White Heaven Dragon Clan basked in the glory of their own supremacy.
Their floating citadels, carved from divine jade and woven with threads of spatial laws, gleamed under the cosmic radiance of a thousand celestial stars.
In one of the grandest halls, where the air itself hummed with the pressure of countless eons of cultivation, two ethereal figures—manifestations of the ones who had sent the Scourge below—watched the events unfolding in the lower world.
They laughed.
Their laughter echoed like divine hymns across the jade palace, their voices filled with boundless arrogance.
"Ahh... so it seems the impure one has stumbled into the battlefield of the pure ones."