Soul Land V: Rebirth of Tang San
Chapter 1139 - 1136: Cloud Bridge

If the fall of the Crystal Great Demon Emperor was indeed an inevitable development of history—after all, she had already lived for more than three thousand years—then what about everything that happened afterward? The instability of the Heavenly Fox Holy Mountain, issues with the control of Luck, and even later, the birth of the Bead of Misfortune?

Following that, the Diamond Elf King fell—this was an Emperor who had been slain! The Tree Ancestor manifesting, the Ancestral Court hosting a super auction, the battle for dominance among Emperors—for all of these incidents to occur, hasn't it been millennia since anything of this magnitude happened?

When was the peace of the Ancestral Court, or even the entirety of Demon Monster Land, first disturbed? He did not know. Yes, even as the Luck Controller, he did not know.

Not long after the three Quasi Emperors emerged, one of them managed to kill another Emperor—without even allowing them the chance to escape. How unbelievable is that? And yet, it happened. Moreover, under the protection of the many Emperors, the three Quasi Emperors were not punished. On the surface, everything still seemed perfectly logical.

But is there truly so much that happens logically in this world? If everything appears logical, then wouldn't that itself portray a truth far from simple?

The Great Demon Emperor Heavenly Fox lightly closed his eyes. If the Great Peacock Demon Emperor had still been alive, perhaps he wouldn't have had such doubts. He wouldn't have thought so deeply; he could simply rely on the Great Peacock Demon Emperor to peer into the Heavenly Mechanism and foresee the future, revealing some clues. Yet now, he couldn't do so. Ultimately, what he controlled was Luck, not the ability to predict the future. Nonetheless, the unsettling feeling continued to linger in his heart.

Today, an event that hasn't occurred in a millennium is about to unfold. Holding a wedding in the Ancestral Court—under normal circumstances, only Emperors have the qualifications for this. Up until today, the most recent Emperor to attain their status was the Crystal Phoenix Great Demon Emperor, yet even they didn't marry.

"Sigh—" A long sigh escaped the lips of the Great Demon Emperor Heavenly Fox, his gaze growing distant and hazy. Slowly, he stood up. This wedding, after all, must go on. Since he had already made his decision, he would not allow any matter to sway him. When action is called for, he must act, following the dictates of his own convictions.

Blue Gold Holy Mountain.

Tang San had already donned his ceremonial attire—a pristine white suit neatly fitted to his frame. This suit had been tailored by Jin Miaosen himself. Allegedly, only two craftsmen across all of Demon Monster Land were capable of creating garments of this craftsmanship.

The suit was impeccably sharp, perfectly outlining Tang San's physique. The eight spikes on his back were folded inward and hidden from view. The most challenging aspect of the suit's craftsmanship was a specialized embroidery technique known as "silver-plated golden threading."

The inner lining and the outer layer of white fabric were embedded with a layer of silver plates, seamlessly fused with the fabric, upon which golden threads were embroidered into intricate patterns to form dazzling and unique designs. These patterns themselves held the effects of a magic array.

This was no ordinary silver-plated golden thread, but rather crafted using mithril and essence gold. The attire had been elevated to near artifact-tier status, though its primary purpose was to highlight the aura and demeanor of its wearer. With the integration of thin silver plates, the suit looked even more rigidly tailored, giving off an imposing presence of dominance and elegance.

In front of the Blue Gold Palace, to either side of him, stood numerous Elders from the Blue Gold Tree Clan—up to twenty of them had arrived. Aside from those obligated to guard the main city, other Elders were nearly all present. Jin Miaosen had naturally come as well; nothing could be more important than his own brother's wedding.

A faint smile adorned Tang San's face. Though the sky still lacked sunlight, his mood was bright and serene.

As he gazed into the distance, sensing the Life Aura that flowed around his body, all his surroundings felt as if they were veiled in dreamlike splendor.

"Boom—" Just then, a loud boom resonated, jolting Tang San and the clansmen of the Blue Gold Tree Clan beside him. It was the sound of ceremonial cannon fire.

The cannon fire signified the arrival of the auspicious hour; the wedding was about to commence.

Jin Miaosen approached Tang San once more, tidying up his lapel and beaming. "Brother, congratulations!"

Tang San grinned faintly, gently patting his shoulder. "Thank you."

Jin Miaosen paused for a moment, visibly puzzled. "There's no need to be so formal between us, is there?"

Tang San shook his head with a warm smile. "Of course there's no need—one day, you'll understand."

"Boom, boom, boom, boom…" Roaring cannon shots followed, ringing out nine consecutive times.

Jin Miaosen stepped aside, and Tang San strode steadily toward the edge of Blue Gold Holy Mountain, the peak of the ascension stairway. Fixing his gaze into the distance, he raised his hand and waved briefly. Instantly, dazzling blue-golden light erupted from the Blue Gold Palace, transforming into a massive column of blue-golden radiance that pierced upward, reaching the heavens.

Then, high above the Ancestral Court, an expansive blue-golden halo unfurled like blooming fireworks. Within moments, Life Energy in the Ancestral Court significantly surged, creating an indescribably wondrous sensation.

The gathered masses broke into thunderous cheers. Nothing could excite them more than this moment. It was about to begin!

In the sky, clusters of white clouds started to stir. Stimulated by the blue-golden column of light, the clouds parted, allowing a beam of sunlight to descend directly upon Blue Gold Holy Mountain.

Instantly, Blue Gold Holy Mountain was enveloped by radiant golden light, imbued with divine splendor.

"Come, cloud!" Tang San beckoned toward the white clouds with a wave of his hand. Immediately, clusters of clouds descended from the sky, converging toward Blue Gold Holy Mountain, where they orbited the peak.

The descending golden sunlight and the encircling white clouds bathed the mountain in an otherworldly brilliance. It resembled a sacred mountain, outshining even the splendor of the adjacent Ancestral Hall Mountain.

Tang San extended his right hand forward with a slow gesture. Instantly, the gathered clouds spread outward, forming shapes in midair until they coalesced into a bridge of clouds that stretched slowly into the distance!

With the Elders of the Blue Gold Tree Clan guarding him, Tang San stepped onto the cloud bridge, which, solid as if constructed of physical materials, bore his weight as it extended gradually toward the horizon.

This enchanting sight stirred the watching crowds into deafening cheers. "An Emperor—this is the power of a true Emperor!" In their hearts, Tang San, who had already established the Holy Mountain, was undeniably a peer to the Emperors.

As the bridge extended, Tang San's smile never faded for even a moment. Though his pace appeared unhurried, the bridge extended rapidly.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom…" The sound of ceremonial cannon fire erupted once more, filling the space between the mountain ranges of the Ancestral Court. Though deafening, the sound carried unmistakable festivity.

The cloud bridge curved around Ancestral Hall Mountain, identifying a precise direction and continuing its extension. Tang San, escorted by the Blue Gold Tree Clan Elders, stepped steadily forward toward the far-off destination.

The cloud bridge's extension speed gradually surpassed Tang San's walking pace. In the eyes of the onlookers, the bridge in the sky grew longer and longer, while the sections already traversed solidified unmoving, exuding dense traces of Life Energy.

The cloud bridge finally reached the summit of White Tiger Holy Mountain, halting its extension. The two peaks, Blue Gold Holy Mountain and White Tiger Holy Mountain, were now seamlessly connected by the bridge of clouds.

The ceremonial cannon fire continued to roar incessantly, and as Tang San ascended White Tiger Holy Mountain, the air erupted with the eighty-first cannon shot—its final echo ringing across the heavens.

Eighty-one ceremonial cannon shots—this represented the highest honor of the Ancestral Court. Even for Emperors, this level of treatment was reserved solely for grand occasions of utmost significance.

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