Chapter 4 awakening (II)

They appeared in the endless void of space. In front of them floated a planet so massive it made even the largest stars seem like grains of dust—billions of times larger, orbited by countless small worlds that shimmered like pearls.

This planet radiated an ethereal glow, exuding a divine, majestic presence that made the surrounding space feel sacred.

In the distance, stars twinkled like scattered diamonds across the cosmos. Their sheer number created a breathtaking sea of starlight that stretched into infinity.

Only one word echoed in Xiao's mind.

Beautiful.

As they drifted toward the celestial world, Xiao's thoughts became clearer.

This is the Imperial Planet—located in the center of the Central Galaxy.

The Central Galaxy was a supermassive galaxy, unimaginably vast, and one of the most sacred locations under the jurisdiction of the Heaven Dao Domain. A Dao Domain was not just a galactic region—it was a realm composed of infinite galaxies, so vast it could be called a universe of its own, existing on a scale billions of times greater than the observable universe on Earth.

The overarching universe was known as the Dark Universe—a true multiverse made of endless space-times, layered worlds, Dao Domains, pocket dimensions, and secret realms layers upon layers of space. It was ever-expanding, birthing new regions and unknown territories with the passing of time. As it grew, so too did the frontiers of human civilization and those of other intelligent races.

But at the very center of this endless growth, there was one place no being dared to approach—the Dao Burial Ground.

This forbidden region, known as the depth of the universe, was the ultimate dead zone. Even the most powerful existences, those at the peak of cultivation and power, feared to tread there.

Everything beyond it was known as the Cosmic Starry Sky—the domain of countless civilizations, races, and worlds.

The Imperial Planet was one of the supreme worlds of this cosmic realm. As they entered its glowing atmosphere and soared above its surface, a massive floating platform came into view—known as the Awakening Place.

While flying toward it, Xiao glanced down at the planet's surface and found himself stunned.

The culture of the human civilization here had evolved into a seamless blend of three great eras: the Victorian Age, a futuristic sci-fi age, and ancient Chinese cultivation.

One region featured elegant cities styled in Victorian architecture, with steam-powered vehicles and people in formal 19th-century attire walking along cobblestone streets. Another resembled a living science fiction epic—massive skyscrapers, gravity-defying structures, flying cars zooming through the air, and citizens wearing sleek, high-tech suits.

In stark contrast, other lands were filled with sprawling sects, floating islands, ancient pavilions, and mountain ranges bathed in spiritual light. Cultivators in flowing robes strolled beneath blooming spirit trees or soared through the air on flying swords, while mystic beasts roamed lush fields and rainbow-arched waterfalls decorated the skies.

It was a living painting of beauty and fantasy, more vibrant than any tale ever told.

As they approached the platform, Elizabeth turned to find Xiao gazing at it all with wide, fascinated eyes. A gentle smile tugged at her lips.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" she asked softly.

Xiao nodded. "Yeah… It's like every fantasy story I've read was brought to life."

Soon, they landed on the vast platform, which was already crowded with people from all walks of life. Some wore futuristic suits, others were dressed in Victorian fashion, while many wore traditional robes.

The mix of clothing styles was strange—but it somehow felt natural.

The moment Xiao and Elizabeth landed, the entire crowd fell silent. Every head turned toward them, eyes filled with reverence and awe.

Then, in one synchronized voice, they bowed and greeted:

"We greet His Highness and the Supreme One!"

Xiao remained composed. He was used to this. With his family background, such reactions were normal.

"You may rise," Elizabeth said, her tone calm and regal.

Taking his hand, she led him to the Sacred Altar at the center of the platform.

Once there, she gestured for him to sit cross-legged at the altar's core. Then she stepped back, nodding to the surrounding elders.

The ritual began.

Mysterious symbols glowed in the air. Soft chants echoed across the sky. Then—without warning—a colossal golden eye opened above them, gazing down from the heavens.

The moment it appeared, an immense pressure descended.

The crowd dropped to their knees, faces drenched in sweat. The spiritual pressure was overwhelming. Some weaker-willed individuals fainted instantly.

Only Elizabeth stood calmly. Xiao was fine too—her presence shielded him completely.

Gazing up at the eye, a single name formed in Xiao's mind.

Heavenly Dao.

It was not the supreme Heaven's Will, which governed the entire universe, maintaining the balance of laws and fate. Rather, the Heavenly Dao was a subordinate entity—a reflection or fragment of that grand will, responsible for governing this particular Dao Domain and upholding its laws.