The corners of Feng Yanran's lips curved up slightly, her smile as gentle and warm as the morning sun. Her tender gaze wrapped around Su Yang as she said softly, "To stand side by side with Husband, Yanran has no other wish in this life."
Su Yang laughed heartily. "Once you reach the late stage of the Primal Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, I'll announce it to the Three Realms and hold the Sacred Marriage Ceremony. With the auspicious aura of heaven and earth celebrating together and the myriad Dao resonating in harmony, I'll help you ascend to sainthood in one stroke."
Feng Yanran's eyes suddenly blazed with light, and her heart began pounding as though a flame had burst to life in her chest. To a woman, marriage had never been merely an empty title or hollow ritual. It was her destined home, the deepest entrustment of her soul.
Back then, although she had said nothing during Di Jun's Heavenly Marriage that had shaken the Eight Wastelands, and her expression had remained as calm as water, a faint glimmer had secretly taken root in her heart: she had hoped that one day Su Yang would also lift her red veil, strike the ceremonial bells and drums, and carve her name into the Heavenly Dao Registry.
When cultivators formed a contract, it was always simple: one declaration, three sticks of incense, and a bow to heaven and earth—then they had pledged themselves to one another for life and death. Elaborate wedding ceremonies belonged to the mortal world.
Yet she was ultimately still a woman with an undying mortal heart. Even if she never spoke of it, she would quietly look up to such things. Now that she heard him personally say the words she had awaited for so long, Feng