Chapter 85: Revolt against the Heavens: The Dawn of Change

In the vast expanse of All Heavens and Myriad Realms an extraordinary event was unfolding. It was the annual gathering, the Immortal Feast. The air crackled with anticipation as loose cultivators, clad in splendid robes, converged upon the venue.

This year, however, something was amiss. The distinguished members of the esteemed sects were conspicuously absent, leaving a void that seemed to echo through the hallowed halls. Yet, undeterred by the absence of the sects, a figure radiating ethereal beauty and grace stepped forward. Fairy Lady Distinguishing Snow, a renowned Immortal Chef, had taken it upon herself to uphold tradition and hold the Immortal Feast.

The Immortal Feast, a grand spectacle unrivaled in its magnificence, was a testament to the vibrant tapestry of cultivation that wove together the lives of these extraordinary individuals. Within its opulent chambers, cultivators from various paths and backgrounds would come together, their differences set aside in the pursuit of food. It was a place where alliances were forged, secrets shared, and most important of all, the best food of all was enjoyed.

All the cultivators of the Nine Provinces (1) Group, who did not belong to any sect, were in attendance. They had all come to enjoy the delicacies that the best Immortal Chef had to offer. However, they unlike others knew, something seemed to be off this year, as they couldn't shake the feeling that something strange was about to happen. After all the one that encouraged them to attend the meeting was none other than Zenith Heaven Emperor.

And yet, this year, there was a notable absence among the attendees. Soft Feather had chosen not to attend. Except for her however, all new sages choose to attend the feast.

Whispers spread like wildfire, carrying curiosity and speculation. Why would Soft Feather, known for her love for festivities, decline an invitation to the Immortal Feast?

In the midst of the murmurs and hushed conversations, unbeknownst to all, a certain Emperor had infiltrated the Immortal Feast.

Meanwhile, just beyond the grand doors of the venue, an awe-inspiring sight unfolded. The armies of the combined forces of all cultivators had assembled, encircling the Immortal Feast with an impenetrable wall of power. The sight was enough to make even the bravest cultivators quiver in their boots. In the forefront stood the Ruism Holy Man, his demeanor exuding wisdom and authority. Beside him were his Thirteen Tribulation Immortals, a formidable group of experts whose strength was renowned throughout the realms.

Next to him was none other than Demon Emperor É, the enigmatic leader of the Limitless Demon Sect, his presence emanating a palpable aura of darkness. Standing beside him was Reincarnation Blade, the esteemed leader of the Heavenly River Su Clan, her eyes sharp and discerning.

The combined forces of Ruism, the Limitless Demon Sect, the Heavenly River Su Clan and all the mid and small sized sects sent shivers down the spine of all that discovered them.

Little did those within the grand halls of the Immortal Feast know, a storm was brewing. Secrets and plots entwined, waiting to unravel in a tumultuous symphony of chaos and upheaval. The stage was set, the players assembled, and the fate of All Heavens and Myriad Realms hung in the balance.

As the mysterious figure stepped forward, the atmosphere grew heavy with an undeniable sense of foreboding. The audience watched in rapt silence, their eyes fixed upon the enigmatic presence who would soon reveal himself as none other than Zenith Heaven Emperor. With a commanding presence, he claimed the stage as his own, the weight of his words resonating through the halls of the venue.

"Welcome, esteemed cultivators of All Heavens and Myriad Realms," he began, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "Today, I stand before you to deliver a message that will shake the very foundation of our existence."

A murmur of curiosity rippled through the crowd, as they leaned in, eager to hear what the Emperor had to say. His words were bold, his demeanor unwavering.

"WAKE UP TO REALITY!" he screams, his words reverberating in the hearts of those present.

"Nothing ever goes as planned in this accursed world," he continued, his voice filled with a mixture of conviction and bitterness. "The longer you live, the more you will realize that the only things that truly exist under the current Heaven's rule are pain, suffering, and futility. It is time to cast off the shackles that bind us and open our eyes to the truth."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in, before continuing with an air of grim determination. "Listen, my fellow cultivators. Everywhere you look in this world, wherever there is light, there will always be shadows lurking in the depths. But I tell you this: we will no longer cower in the face of darkness. It is time to embrace our true power."

His words hung in the air, electrifying the atmosphere as he spoke of the grand coalition of cultivators that surrounded the venue, ready to take action at his command. The audience exchanged glances, the gravity of the situation becoming clear.

"I want to sever the fate of this world," Zenith Heaven Emperor declared, his voice echoing with defiance. "The fate of a world where Heaven rules over us all. I invite each and every one of you to join my cause, to rise up against the oppressive forces that bind us. Together, we shall wage war."

"With this," Zenith Heaven Emperor's voice boomed, carrying a resounding authority, "I, Zenith Heaven Emperor, declare war!" His proclamation sliced through the air like a bolt of lightning, electrifying the atmosphere with its audacity.

"War on Heaven itself!" he shouted, his voice echoing with determination. "War on all those who dare stand in our way!" The words reverberated, igniting a fire within the hearts of the cultivators gathered. They felt the weight of his resolve, the fervor of his cause.

"Heaven shall collapse!" he proclaimed, his voice ringing with conviction. "And from its ashes, a new era shall rise!" The words hung in the air, pregnant with the promise of change, of a world untethered from the chains of oppression.

"An era of peace. An era of prosperity!" His voice crescendoed, carrying his vision to the corners of the venue, captivating the hearts of all who listened. The crowd trembled with anticipation, their spirits aflame with the possibilities of a brighter future.

In response to Zenith Heaven Emperor's rallying cry, the united forces that surrounded the venue erupted in a chorus of determination. "We shall join this war!" they shouted in unison, their voices intertwining in a resolute symphony.

Without hesitation, they set out on their path, their resolve galvanized. The combined forces surged forth, their destination clear, Nine Serenities. The clash between the rebellious cultivators and the forces that stood in their way was inevitable, an eruption of chaos and determination that would shape the course of history.

Moved by Zenith Heaven Emperor's impassioned declaration, the motivational speech echoed in the hearts of many loose cultivators, striking a chord within their souls. Their eyes burned with determination as they recognized the opportunity to be part of something greater, to fight against the oppressive reign of Heaven.

Amidst the resounding shouts of those who pledged their allegiance to the cause, a group of loose cultivators stepped forward, their voices blending with the united forces that encircled the venue. With a shared purpose in their hearts, they connected with the armies that stood ready for battle, their resolve bolstered by the strength of their newfound alliance.

In this unified front, cultivators from all walks of life, regardless of sect or background, joined together in a spirit of rebellion. Some were disillusioned by the stagnant order of the world, while others had long yearned for change. They saw this as their opportunity to challenge the established power structures and shape their own destinies.

And so it begins, amidst the clash of swords and the thunderous roar of battle cries, the Conquest unfurls its majestic wings, destined to etch its name into the annals of history as the war that shattered the chains of the old world order.

From the ashes of the past, a phoenix of liberation ascends, its fiery wings sweeping away the remnants of conformity, heralding a future untamed, unbound, and unburdened by the shackles of the past. With hearts aflame and determination as their guiding compass, they embark upon a path paved with challenges and sacrifice, their every step resonating with the echoes of legends, their every action bearing the weight of countless souls yearning for freedom. The conquest has begun, and its echoes shall resound through the ages, forever etching the names of heroes in the tapestry of time, their stories whispered with reverence, and their triumphs celebrated in the eternal halls of valor.