They say gods do not weep. But he did.

In the heart of the Celestial Realm, beneath silver skies and crimson moonlight, he held her broken body in his arms—her white robes stained with blood, her nine golden tails dimming with every breath.

“Who did this?” he had whispered, voice shaking for the first time in centuries.

But her lips trembled with more than pain. Her gaze—those eyes that once held mischief and moonlight—now shimmered only with betrayal.

“I trusted you,” she murmured.
And then... she was gone.

That night, thunder cracked across the heavens. But no justice followed.

The Moon Goddess watched from her palace, veil unshaken.
The Celestial Court declared it fate.

The Fox Clan mourned their Lady in silence, retreating deep into the realm of spirits. They never found her body.

And the War God—once proud heir to the Celestial Throne—locked his heart behind walls no one could breach.

He never stopped searching for the soul who once called him beloved.

A thousand years passed.
The realms forgot. But he never did.

Now, a servant girl enters his palace—eyes like wildfire, voice like a memory.

Something stirs.

And fate, it seems, is not finished with them yet.

The next morning, the palace was a hive of movement.


Armors clinked. Scrolls passed hands. Couriers ran like wind across jade bridges.


Yet amidst the bustle, Jin Xuan Yue stood completely still.


He was at the Temple of Silent Flames, a secluded shrine buried beneath the palace gardens — a place few dared enter.


The guardian monk bowed deeply. "No one has stepped into this temple in centuries, my lord. Not since... her."


"She used to pray here," he murmured. "Even when she had no need to."


He stepped forward, entering the dim sanctuary. Incense lingered like forgotten dreams.


There, carved into the stone wall, was a single line:


His hand trembled slightly as it touched the words. "Then why did you vanish… without a word?"


It was Rui Shen, his longtime companion, munching on a dried fruit bun.


"You know," Rui Shen said between bites, "for a guy who says nothing ever bothers him, you visit this place a lot."


Xuan Yue gave him a side glance. "Why are you following me?"


"Because Jin Mei forced me out of the courtyard with a sword," he muttered. "Said I was snoring too loud."


"Hey!" Rui Shen looked offended. "Anyway, what's the plan? You really think demons are behind this?"


"They're part of it. But the strings… they're being pulled by someone higher."


Instead, he whispered, "I need to know the truth… even if it breaks me."


Li Hua was summoned to Jin Mei's chambers.


The young celestial noble was lounging on a massive cushion, polishing her blade.


"You," Jin Mei said, pointing the sword lazily at Li Hua, "have been snooping."


"I don't care. You've got the softest feet of any servant I've met. Makes you suspicious."


"I was told to deliver tea," Li Hua tried, masking her anxiety.


Jin Mei narrowed her eyes. "You're hiding something."


For a breathless second, Li Hua feared the game was up.


But then Jin Mei leaned back and grinned. "Whatever. I like trouble. Makes life interesting."


Li Hua managed a polite smile. Inside, her heart was racing.


Qing Yue — Li Hua — slipped back into the old archives.


She lit a single candle and found a weathered scroll, sealed in divine wax.


> On the night of the Moonfall Massacre, records say the goddess Qing Yue turned on the heavens. But one line stood out:


"The seal was already broken. She merely responded to the call."


Chapter 29 - Chapter 28 – A Storm Brews in Silence