The Wedding Night!

Above the Celestial Realm, splendor filled every corner. Cloud bridges connected the caves and palaces, drifting together and apart at will. Now and then, streams of light gathered—but this was nothing like the earthly bustle of cities decked out with lanterns and decorations. Only when the guests drew closer did they realize that the bright glow came not from lanterns or candlelight.

It came from flowing auspicious clouds, from the rosy glow gathered at sunrise and sunset, hung upon the palaces and winding on without end. Such a sight could only be called a grand spectacle, a scene of breathtaking beauty that filled the heart with delight.

Riding on white clouds and rosy light, the guests were drawn deeper inside. Looking around, they saw the Immortals and Gods, beings who had existed only in the Daoist canon until now, all gathered there, chatting and laughing.

In the distance, strange beasts and auspicious creatures murmured and roared. Their voices were not loud, as though they dared not make too much of a fuss or start an argument. They were there merely as decoration. Staring wide-eyed, he felt dazed. He reached out, letting the rosy light flow over his hand. The boy was about fifteen or sixteen, one of the younger generation of the Dao Sect.

Gifted with talent and strength despite his youth, he had received a cultivation method and distinguished himself.

He murmured, "So this is rosy light..."

"Enough. Don't go touching things. We were never meant to come here, master and disciple. That we've made it here at all is a twist of fate, thanks to our grandmaster's kindness. Don't say too much, and don't touch too much. Though this is a blessing, be careful not to invite disaster." His teacher led him onward.

As they walked, he quietly