Eternal Music Hall…
The Eternal Music Hall floated serenely above the spirit world’s endless skies. Inside, an eerie silence hung over the grand hallways.
The baby dragon Sparky, who usually darted playfully around, now stood with its tiny wings flared and sharp eyes fixed on the approaching figure—a muscular, fierce-looking man draped in the insignia of the War God’s palace.
The Door God Bhagira had arrived to call Kent for gathering. But the baby dragon stood directly opposite to him at the entrance arch-way.
“Step aside, little lizard,” Bhagira growled, his tone brimming with authority. He towered over Sparky, his thick arms crossed as his aura flared, revealing his deep cultivation base. “I’m here to summon your master. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Sparky growled back, puffing up its chest in defiance. The tiny creature, though not even half of Bhagira’s size, stood firm, refusing to let the messenger proceed.
Bhagira snorted, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “A mere dragon hatchling dares to block my way? Let me teach you some manners.”
Just as Bhagira took a threatening step forward, the soft sound of shuffling feet echoed down the corridor.
From the shadow of bushes emerged an old man with an arched back, his frail body barely upright as he leaned on a wooden cane. His steps were slow, deliberate, and his appearance was almost pitiful. His sunken eyes and trembling hands painted a picture of weakness.
“Old man, this doesn’t concern you,” Bhagira said dismissively, his voice dripping with irritation. “Step aside before I lose my patience.”
The old man didn’t reply. He merely tilted his head, his lips twitching into a faint, almost amused smile. He raised his trembling hand, his fingers curling into an intricate gesture—a simple twist and flick of two fingers.
Suddenly, Bhagira froze. His eyes widened in shock as a crushing force enveloped him, driving him to his knees. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he gasped for air, his pride shattered in an instant.
“What… what is this power?” Bhagira choked out, his voice trembling.
The old man gently stroked Sparky’s head. “Strength isn’t always about size or show, young man,” he said softly, his voice raspy yet calm. “Perhaps you should remember that before challenging a dragon.”
Sparky chirped happily, as if enjoying the humiliation of Bhagira. Without another word, the old man shuffled away, disappearing into the shadows as if he had never been there.
Moments later, Sparky rushed towards Kent’s private chamber, banging insistently on the doors with its small claws. Inside, Kent sat cross-legged, his face calm yet thoughtful as he finished speaking with the lust goddess. He had sensed Bhagira’s arrival even before Sparky’s knocking.
Kent stood up, stretching slightly. He opened the door to find Sparky staring up at him expectantly.
Scooping the baby dragon into his arms, Kent walked out of the room with a stoic expression. His steps were deliberate, his mind still focused on the enlightenment he had experienced with the Tantric Sage. The gods awaited his decision, yet he remained undecided.
As he approached the edge of the Eternal Music Hall, he found Bhagira still kneeling, his pride clearly wounded but his composure intact. The once-arrogant Door God now stood slowly, his eyes briefly darting around as if searching for the old man who had humiliated him.
Without acknowledging his earlier shame, Bhagira straightened his posture and spoke with forced calmness. “The gods are waiting, Young Master Kent. It’s time.”
Kent nodded wordlessly and gestured Bhagira to lead the way. As Bhagira flew on his chariot, Behind him, the Eternal Music Hall began to glow faintly as it picked up speed, following Bhagira’s lead towards the Milk Sea.
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At the Milk Sea, the atmosphere was tense yet grand. The shimmering waves of the sea reflected the brilliance of the floating platforms and celestial bridges, where gods and demi-gods of various races had gathered.
The Storm God’s servants, clad in uniforms adorned with lightning insignias, moved efficiently to manage the crowd.
The sheer variety of attendees added to the spectacle.
But women groups began increasing in number with each passing movement. All the wives of demi-gods were actively gathering big crowds.
Adding wind to the Fire, more and more lesser race women came in support with huge numbers.
“This coronation is unacceptable,” Lady Sarvina, the wife of the Space God, whispered fiercely. “If the Lust Goddess returns to the Spirit World, chaos will follow.”
A fox spirit nodded in agreement. “Our husbands will lose their senses. The balance of power will shift, and who knows what will happen to our families?”
“We must make our voices heard,” Sarvina continued. “We’ll wait until Kent arrives. Then, we’ll confront the gods directly.”
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Meanwhile, servants and lower god race people speculated about Kent’s future.
“Which palace will he be given?” one servant asked.
“I heard the War God wants him stationed in the northern regions,” another replied. “But the Storm God has other plans.”
“In any case, Kent might get a very small realm.” Another added.
In another corner, a group of demi-god daughters giggled as they discussed Kent.
“Have you seen him? He’s so young,” one of them said, her cheeks flushing.
“And he’s becoming the Pleasure God,” another added, her voice tinged with excitement. “Imagine what that means…”
“Stop it,” a third scolded, though her smile betrayed her own curiosity. “This is serious.”
“In any way, one of us should marry him in the future. As you are all not interested, I’ll take that spot.” The music god daughter said in excitement.
“Who said I’m not interested?” Many girls asked instantly like a chorus.
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As the Eternal Music Hall approached the Milk Sea, its golden glow drew the attention of everyone present. Whispers rippled through the crowd as the magnificent structure descended gracefully.
Kent stepped off the platform, Sparky perched on his shoulder, his companions following behind him. His expression remained unreadable as he walked forward, his eyes scanning the sea of gods and demi-gods before him.
“Welcome, Young master Kent,” the guards greeted, their booming voice lighting up the gathering.
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