My Celestial Ascension

Chapter 865: Two Good ’Reasons’

“Oh, I’ve been sitting here for quite a while now… You were so absorbed in your cultivation or whatever you were doing that I didn’t dare to disturb you,” Nyx said with a soft smile before gently pulling Emma onto the bed.

Once her daughter was in her embrace, Nyx looked at Emma with a curious smile and asked, “What was that mysterious phenomenon just now? You were glowing, and there was a powerful wind swirling around you.”

Emma smiled at her mother’s question, feeling slightly amused yet touched by her mother’s genuine curiosity.

“It was nothing strange, Mom,” Emma chuckled softly. “That happens when we cultivators make a breakthrough in our cultivation—when we step into higher realms of power.”

“In simple terms, my level has risen from before. Though you can’t see it, I’ve become much stronger—at least twice as strong as I was earlier,” Emma explained with a proud smile on her face.

Upon hearing this, Nyx looked at her daughter with a dumbfounded expression, as if she were seeing a ghost. She was utterly terrified.

She had witnessed her daughter’s strength during a sparring session before, where Emma had easily defeated her—no, toyed with her—treating her like a child.

Her daughter’s power was unmatched. None of Nyx’s most powerful attacks had any effect on her. Emma could even turn massive boulders into dust with her bare hands.

That kind of power was unbelievable to her, but seeing it with her own eyes and personally experiencing it had completely changed her perception.

Over the years, Nyx had fought countless battles and won them all. She had even fought all the leaders of the syndicates in the Lawless City.

However, none of them could match Emma’s battle prowess. Compared to her daughter, they didn’t even come close—be it in physical strength or something far beyond that.

And now, Emma had become twice as strong as before. Nyx couldn’t even digest this fact. Just how powerful had her daughter become now? She didn’t even dare to imagine.

’It’s hard to believe what I’m hearing… My daughter was already strong, immensely powerful. But now… she’s become even stronger!’ Nyx sighed deeply, taking slow breaths to calm herself.

A few seconds later, Emma looked at her mother and asked, “Mom, why did you come looking for me? Did something happen while I was busy cultivating?”

“Many things have happened while you were busy,” Nyx replied with a smile. “I’ve heard the news about the death of Emperor Raghar, and I also heard that his daughter, Princess Lindsey, was crippled.”

“Is that so? They deserve far worse, in my opinion,” Emma replied coldly, her voice firm and laced with disdain.

’Dear Lord… how did my daughter become so cold and ruthless?!’ Nyx nearly cried inwardly after hearing this, looking at Emma with wide-open eyes.

“How could you say that? That’s so cruel!” Nyx spoke in disbelief, completely shocked by her daughter’s words.

“Hmph! I’m not cruel at all. They deserved far worse than death for their arrogance,” Emma replied sharply. “I’m even slightly disappointed in Yuan for not torturing them properly. He even spared that bitch of a princess!”

“Once I see him, I’m going to punish him for sure,” Emma muttered with an evil grin on her face that sent a chill down Nyx’s spine.

Nyx took a deep breath before sighing softly and said, “By the way, I’ve heard from a secret source that the gods have descended from the High Heaven and are now roaming freely across our continent.”

“From what I’ve learned, they came here searching for a mysterious person capable of causing massive destruction… I’ve never seen gods acting personally in all my life,” Nyx finished, a deep sigh escaping her lips as she looked at Emma.

’Could this mysterious person they’re searching for be Yuan? After all, I find him quite mysterious too…’ she thought, a puzzled look appearing on her face.

“It seems the High Heaven is wary of us… They’re already making their moves. Unfortunately for them, they’re underestimating us far too much,” Emma muttered with a cold grin that didn’t go unnoticed by Nyx.

’So it’s really true!! The gods are really here for Yuan!! This is insane!!’ Nyx cried inwardly, dumbfounded by the thought.

—

Inside an unknown room, thousands of candles burned brightly—some small, some large.

Each candle had a different flame, arranged in an orderly pattern determined by the rank of the person it was bound to.

A person sat in the middle of the room, calmly enjoying tea along with a few others while playing chess. The match was intense, the air thick with tension.

Suddenly, they stopped playing and turned their attention toward the candles, noticing subtle yet alarming changes among the flames.

The flames on two candles fluttered violently, as if a strong wind were trying to extinguish them. Yet, strangely, all the other candles burned calmly, their flames steady and undisturbed.

Only those two candles behaved unnaturally. Both bore names—Zephar and Nerion.

Suddenly, the twin flames vanished, leaving behind thin trails of white smoke. Within seconds, the candles melted completely into small puddles of wax.

The Candle of Life was a unique and sacred treasure. Once its host perished, the flame would vanish, and the candle would melt away into nothing but wax.

“Y-Your Highness! The candles… they melted!” one of the attendants cried out in panic, his voice trembling with disbelief.

“This has never happened in thousands of years! How did those two lose their lives?!” another exclaimed, his tone filled with horror.

“I can’t believe this! How could Zephar and Nerion die?! They were gods! Lower gods, yes—but gods nonetheless!”

Their shocked voices filled the grand hall, creating a heavy and oppressive atmosphere. The air grew tense as anger began to rise within them. They stared at the melted candles with expressions of disbelief, unable to accept what they were witnessing.

The God King remained silent, his eyes fixed on the extinguished candles. His stillness was unnerving, and soon the others fell quiet, not daring to speak further.

“Who dares to lay a hand on my people…” the God King muttered in a trembling, wrathful voice.

“If I discover the one responsible, I’ll make sure to skin him alive…” His crimson eyes burned with fury.

He slowly turned toward the other gods, his face dark and terrifying. The divine beings shuddered at his gaze, swallowing hard; none had ever seen their lord this enraged before.

“Summon the Divine Knights and send them to the Beast Continent immediately!” the God King thundered.

“I want the one responsible for this tragedy found—at once!” His divine aura surged, filling the chamber like a raging storm.

“As you command, Your Highness!” the gods replied in unison, bowing deeply before hurrying out of the room.

Once they departed, the God King’s gaze returned to the Candle of Life. He raised his hand and began to chant softly, forming glowing runes in the air.

A beam of golden light shot from his fingertip and struck Zephar’s candle. In response, a shimmering projection appeared before him, attempting to reveal the god’s final moments.

But the image wavered and distorted, showing nothing clearly—an unseen power had shrouded the truth, blocking even the God King from witnessing Zephar’s last moments before his death.

“Unbelievable! How could this happen?! This is impossible… No one should be able to block this! But how?!” he exclaimed, unable to see the killer’s face.

Despite his supreme mastery of magic, he could not pierce the obstruction. It was a crushing shock—the God King, the most powerful being in the world, had been denied a single truth.

Someone had the power to hide themselves even from him. That realization was bitter to swallow; whoever had distorted the image was clearly formidable.

Instead of despair, a ripple of amusement crossed his face—an expression he hadn’t worn in ages.

“So… there is someone who can resist me… interesting. Very interesting,” he said, laughter threading his voice, wild and low. The sound echoed through the chamber.

“It seems this world is about to become entertaining again… I can’t wait to confront this one. It will be glorious to skin him alive after I’ve beaten him senseless!” A cruel, eager grin split his face.

He rose and walked from the room, each step measured, the smile never leaving him.

“Whoever you are… I hope you don’t disappoint me when we meet…”

—

A few days had passed since the shocking incident, and the people of the Elven Kingdom had gradually begun to recover. Somehow, the news had leaked to the public—that the mysterious attackers were not mortals, but gods from the High Heaven themselves.

The revelation sent waves of disbelief throughout the kingdom. The elves could hardly comprehend why the gods would attack them when they had done nothing to provoke divine wrath.

To calm the growing unease, Queen Mireya posted an official notice in the City Square, clarifying the misunderstanding and reassuring the citizens. Yet, despite her efforts, some people continued to whisper among themselves. Fear still lingered in their hearts—two gods had fallen within their land, and they dreaded divine retaliation.

After all, everyone knew the gods were never merciful toward their enemies.

Inside the Elven Palace, however, Yuan and his wives were enjoying a rare moment of peace together in Mireya’s lavish bedroom.

“Since we’ve settled everything here and you’ve already chosen a great candidate to take your place as Queen, shouldn’t we head to the Demonic Continent now?” Sylvia asked with a playful smirk, resting her head comfortably on Yuan’s chest.

“I don’t see why not,” Mireya replied with a light smile. “But first, I want to officially step down and pass the throne to Elaris. And of course, we need to get Emma before we leave.”

Hearing that, Yuan sat up with a grin and said, “In that case, let’s go bring Emma back from the Lawless City!”

Anna Grace and the others exchanged smiles and nodded eagerly. Within moments, they were dressed and ready to depart, leaving the kingdom behind as they set off toward the Lawless City—where someone Yuan dearly missed was waiting for him… and he had two very good ’reasons’ to miss her.