Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 231: Harmonious Revelation

After Shia, the rest of the Veil of Shared Visions was completely zoned out by Ash.

By now Ash thought he’d come to terms with the whole trauma of his past and what not. Yet, he’d known for years the Shia’s feelings were more complex that what he could see. His life before his awakening well, it was rough and borderline torture.

Yet, since the day he’d gained the ability to see affection Shia had it for him. One might think it grew more after he got his bloodline or after he became even better looking. Yet, that wasn’t the case at all.

After he got his items, the only time he really seen Shia, it was the day he left for good.

So, there was no time for her to even gain more affection from any of those factors. Yet here she was in the biggest moment of her cultivation path; she was rambling about family matters.

It was a bit of confliction truly, but he wasn’t about to think of it too deeply. Honestly, the only reason he paid these thoughts any mind was because he was ready for the event to end.

“I’ll just let whatever happens… happen,” he thought with a shrug.

As the thought passed, the event concluded—the dome’s light fading to a gentle, expectant glow, murmurs sweeping through the millions like wind through ancient leaves.

At the heart of the Pavilion beneath the dome, a door opened—reality curling inward with the gentle sigh of a cosmic breeze.

The portal formed as a grand arch woven from shimmering threads of law, parting like curtains dusted with starlight, while above, words in flowing golden script glowed softly, pulsing with a calm, inviting warmth:

’Next Event – The Canvas of Harmonious Revelation’

As the door swung open, the zafus slipped inside one by one—cushions gliding forward in calm procession, dissolving into streams of essence that flowed through the arch like fireflies drifting back to the dawn, the passage smooth and weightless, carrying each participant onward into the next realm.

They entered a vast, boundless hall of otherworldly beauty—a circular expanse without walls, where endless horizons of soft, shifting light flowed like a living aurora.

At the center rose a stage of condensed starlight—sleek and radiant, faintly humming with hidden power, grand enough to cradle galaxies yet close and familiar in its presence.

Around it, participants floated in gentle suspension, some drifting in quiet orbits, others gathering in hushed conversation, the space alive with the subtle pulse of countless essences awaiting their moment.

A celestial woman appeared at the edge of the stage, her voice ringing through the hall like harmonious chimes, clear and effortless, reaching every drifting soul.

“Welcome to the Canvas of Harmonious Revelation,” she said, spreading her arms with grace as the stage glowed beneath her, her essence forming delicate, shifting patterns that swirled in the air.

“Here, each participant will create a unique masterpiece—not with paint or music, but with the pure essence of their own power. Draw from your principles, ideas, talents, or deepest insights, and bring forth something that reflects the harmony of your path.”

“It could be a weapon shaped by your will, a realm born from your beliefs, a melody woven from pure concept, or any form your essence finds true.

These creations will drift across the Canvas for all to see, study, and find inspiration in—sparking understanding across different paths, where one prodigy’s harmony fuels another’s growth.”

As she spoke, fleeting essences danced across the stage—swirling flames shaping phoenix wings, void threads spinning impossible shields, lightning weaving storms of perfect order—each fading softly, a quiet reminder of limitless possibility.

“Now… who will start the showcase?”

—

As the second event began, the beings in the Eternal Spire issued a notice about Ash. Yet they didn’t know his name, he had no fate lines, and no trace of karma—he was a total mystery.

Layla and Archie didn’t help matters either; despite persistent questions from leaders and progenitors, and even threats from the Void Serpent Progenitor and Eternal Frost Giant Progenitor, they simply smiled and watched the spectacle below with delight.

“Since you won’t give any information, don’t be sorry for the consequences.” The Void Serpent Progenitor hissed.

Even at those words, the two didn’t so much as flinch.

But when the Progenitor pulled out a communication device, Seraphiel’s gaze lifted from the ground straight to her.

She didn’t know much about Ash’s power, and none of the beings here cared about things like the Eternal Clans, so they wouldn’t have seen his display back in Venia.

“Dig all you want… but laying a finger on him is like trying to harm a phoenix,” she said, her words sending ripples through everyone present, especially the Dragon representative.

“Phoenix! Are you claiming this boy as your own?” the Frost Giant called out, gripping the edges of his throne. His voice rose but carried a measured tone—none of these beings were fools.

They knew only a handful of beings could truly challenge the Phoenix Progenitor—and none of them were here. Honestly, it was a shock to see Seraphiel present at all.

Seraphiel stayed silent, simply turning her gaze back to the event. The others, seeing this, swallowed hard but didn’t dare go against her.

If they couldn’t act themselves just yet, they’d send the next best thing…

Their Scions.

—-

During the event, Ash lounged lazily in the air, with Elysia perched unseen on his stomach.

He remained beside Aurelia and Elara, and unlike the last event, he found this one genuinely interesting.

Watching the unique talents of these beings fascinated him.

As the third day officially passed, he blinked with a smile and said to Elysia,

’Well, make sure everyone is prepared and ready to go.’ Elysia giggled, covering her mouth with her tiny hands.

’Roger that!’