Chapter 14: Big Sister

The Celestial Tavern was unusually quiet after the departure of the guests. The room that had just been filled with the powerful leaders of the Immortal Realms now sat empty, save for two figures—Zui Tian and the Godly Manager. The air was thick with the lingering scent of the Endless Wine, a reminder of the profound power that had just been shared and the monumental task that lay ahead.

Zui Tian, slouched in his chair, his usual disheveled appearance masking the depths of his thoughts, took another long swig from his flask. The taste was familiar, comforting, but it did little to soothe the turmoil within him. He had just seen the future of the realms take shape, had just armed the strongest beings with a taste of power beyond their comprehension. Yet, beneath his casual exterior, something else stirred—something deeper, more personal.

The Godly Manager, standing at the head of the table, watched Zui Tian with a knowing gaze. Despite his calm demeanor, the Manager could sense the undercurrents of emotion within his old friend. Zui Tian, for all his power and wisdom, was not immune to the weight of eternity. He had lived longer than most could fathom, had seen the rise and fall of countless eras, and yet there was something—someone—who he had not seen in far too long.

Breaking the silence, the Godly Manager spoke in a tone that was both casual and deliberate. “Zui, it might be time to awaken Big Sister.”

Zui Tian’s hand froze mid-sip, the flask hovering just inches from his lips. For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, the atmosphere charged with unspoken tension. Slowly, Zui Tian lowered the flask, his gaze turning inward as memories long buried rose to the surface.

Big Sister. The name alone brought a rush of emotions that Zui Tian had long tried to suppress. She was the oldest of the Endless, the first among them to grow weary of the ceaseless cycle of creation, destruction, and rebirth. While Zui Tian had drowned his sorrows in wine and distractions, she had chosen a different path—one of solitude and seclusion, distancing herself from the endless monotony that had become their existence.

But Big Sister was not just any being. She was a force unto herself, possessing a power that even Zui Tian, in all his might, could not fully comprehend. She had been the one who guided them all in their early days, the one who held their family together when the weight of eternity threatened to pull them apart. And yet, she had retreated, choosing to sleep away the eons rather than continue the endless dance of existence.

Zui Tian nodded slowly, the movement barely perceptible, but it spoke volumes. “It’s been a long time,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Too long.”

The Godly Manager remained silent, giving Zui Tian the space to process his thoughts. There was a deep bond between the Endless, one that transcended time and space. And while Zui Tian had always been the wild, unpredictable one, Big Sister had been the anchor—the one who kept them grounded, who reminded them of what truly mattered.

But the Manager’s suggestion was not made lightly. To awaken Big Sister was to stir the very foundations of the cosmos. Her presence alone would shift the balance of power, her will a force that could alter the course of existence. Yet, the Manager knew that with the looming darkness on the horizon, her wisdom, her strength, was needed now more than ever.

Zui Tian’s thoughts drifted back to their last moments together, eons ago. He remembered the sadness in her eyes as she bid him farewell, choosing to slip into a deep slumber rather than continue the endless cycle. He had tried to persuade her to stay, but she had been resolute. “When the time is right, you will know,” she had told him, her voice filled with a gentle finality. “And when that time comes, I will be ready.”

Now, it seemed, that time had come.

The loneliness that had gnawed at Zui Tian for so long suddenly became sharper, more acute. He missed her—missed her wisdom, her strength, her unwavering presence. The excitement of seeing her again was tempered by the knowledge of what her awakening would mean. The world was changing, and with it, the need for their family to reunite, to face the coming storm together.

The Godly Manager, sensing Zui Tian’s inner turmoil, stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder. “She’s been waiting for this, Zui. She knew this day would come, and she’s ready. We need her now more than ever.”

Zui Tian closed his eyes, letting the weight of the Manager’s words sink in. There was no denying the truth. The realms were on the brink of something unprecedented, and they could not face it alone. Big Sister’s wisdom, her strength, could be the key to surviving what was to come.

After a long silence, Zui Tian opened his eyes, a faint but determined smile crossing his lips. “Alright,” he said softly, “let’s wake her up.”

The Godly Manager nodded, his own expression one of quiet resolve. “I’ll make the preparations. When you’re ready, we’ll go to her.”

Zui Tian took another sip from his flask, this time not to numb the pain, but to fortify himself for the task ahead. The loneliness still lingered, but it was now accompanied by a flicker of hope. The thought of seeing his Big Sister again, of standing by her side as they faced the coming darkness, gave him the strength he needed.

As the Manager turned to leave, Zui Tian leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling of the tavern as if he could see through it to the stars beyond. His mind was a whirlwind of memories and emotions, but at the center of it all was the image of his Big Sister—the one who had always been there, the one who had kept him going when everything else seemed meaningless.

“Big Sister,” he whispered to himself, a soft smile playing on his lips, “it’s time.”

And with that, Zui Tian took a deep breath, feeling a sense of purpose settle over him. The journey to awaken Big Sister would not be easy, but it was one he was ready to undertake. The cosmos was about to change, and the Endless would once again stand together, ready to face whatever the future held.

The Celestial Tavern was once again quiet, the echoes of past conversations and the lingering scent of wine the only remnants of the monumental gathering that had just taken place. Zui Tian sat in the same chair he had occupied for eons, his flask resting in his lap, but his mind was far from the comfort of his drink. The decision to awaken Big Sister had set something in motion, something that even he, in all his wisdom, could not fully predict.

As the Godly Manager left to make preparations, Zui Tian allowed himself a moment of reflection. The realms were shifting, and not just because of the darkness that loomed on the horizon. There were other forces at play—undercurrents rising in the Immortal World that could either strengthen or tear apart the fragile balance that had been maintained for so long.

One such undercurrent was the growing unrest among the younger immortals, those who had not lived through the Great Wars or witnessed the rise and fall of ancient empires. These young immortals, eager to carve out their own legacies, were beginning to chafe under the rigid structures of the old factions. They whispered of rebellion, of breaking free from the traditions that had bound them for so long, and their discontent was spreading like wildfire.

The Immortal Emperor, for all his power and wisdom, had begun to sense this unrest. He knew that his reign, though strong, was not unassailable. The younger generations were restless, their ambitions driving them to seek more—more power, more freedom, more control. The Emperor had always been able to maintain order, but even he could not ignore the signs of change that were beginning to ripple through the realms.

And then there was the matter of the Crimson Temple. Long considered one of the most powerful and respected factions in the Immortal World, the Crimson Temple had recently begun to shift its focus. Where once they had been champions of balance and order, they were now quietly amassing power, drawing in young, disillusioned immortals with promises of glory and freedom. The leader of the Crimson Temple, an enigmatic figure known only as Crimson Sovereign, had always been a wild card—unpredictable and ambitious. And now, it seemed, he was positioning his faction to take advantage of the growing unrest.

But perhaps the most troubling undercurrent was the increasing activity in the Void Temple. The Void Temple, known for its mastery of space and time, had always operated on the fringes of the Immortal World, its members more interested in the mysteries of the cosmos than in the politics of the realms. But recently, their leader, Grandmaster Void, had begun to take a more active role in the affairs of the realms. Rumors circulated that the Void Temple had discovered something—something ancient and powerful—deep within the fabric of space itself. What it was, no one knew, but the mere possibility had sent ripples of fear through the other factions.

Zui Tian was not ignorant of these developments. He had kept a watchful eye on the Immortal World, even as he distanced himself from its day-to-day affairs. He knew that the awakening of Big Sister would bring a new dynamic to the already volatile situation, and he could only hope that her wisdom and strength would be enough to guide the realms through the storm that was brewing.

As Zui Tian sat in quiet contemplation, the tavern door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, cloaked in a heavy robe that concealed their features. Zui Tian, sensing the visitor’s presence, looked up, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re early,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement.

The figure pulled back their hood, revealing the delicate, otherworldly features of Lunar Priestess, the leader of the Lunar Sect. Her silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes, the color of a moonlit night, held a mixture of concern and determination.

“I came because I had to,” she replied, her voice soft yet firm. “The Immortal World is on the brink of something unprecedented, Zui Tian. The Lunar Sect has always been aligned with the cycles of the cosmos, and I can feel it—something is about to change. Something… dangerous.”

Zui Tian nodded, motioning for her to sit. “You’re not wrong. The balance is shifting, and not just because of the darkness that’s coming. The younger immortals are restless, and the old factions are beginning to fracture. The Crimson Temple, the Void Temple—they’re all positioning themselves for something big. The question is, what will you do?”

The Lunar Priestess sighed, her delicate fingers tracing the edge of the table. “I’ve always believed in the harmony of the cosmos, in maintaining balance. But I fear that the time for balance has passed. The Crimson Sovereign… he’s becoming more aggressive, more unpredictable. And Grandmaster Void… there’s something he’s not telling us. Something he’s discovered that could change everything.”

Zui Tian leaned forward, his expression serious. “The Void Temple has always been shrouded in mystery, but if Grandmaster Void has found something, it could be the key to either saving or destroying the realms. The question is, how do we find out what it is?”

The Lunar Priestess met his gaze, her eyes reflecting the weight of the decision she was about to make. “I need your help, Zui Tian. The Lunar Sect cannot stand alone against what’s coming. We need allies—strong allies. The kind that only you can bring together.”

Zui Tian chuckled softly, though there was no humor in the sound. “You give me too much credit, Priestess. I’m just an old drunkard trying to find some peace in a world that refuses to leave me be.”

The Lunar Priestess smiled, though it was a sad, knowing smile. “You may play the part of the drunkard, Zui Tian, but we both know that you’re much more than that. You’ve seen the rise and fall of countless eras, and you’ve played a part in all of them. The Immortal World needs you now more than ever.”

Zui Tian fell silent, her words striking a chord deep within him. He had tried to stay out of the affairs of the realms, to distance himself from the endless cycles of power and conflict. But he knew, deep down, that he could not turn away from what was coming. The realms were on the brink, and he was one of the few who could tip the balance in their favor.

“I’ll do what I can,” he said finally, his voice low but resolute. “But we’ll need more than just the Lunar Sect. We’ll need the support of the other factions, even those who are beginning to stray from the path.”

The Lunar Priestess nodded, relief and gratitude evident in her eyes. “Thank you, Zui Tian. I knew I could count on you.”

As they sat in quiet contemplation, the Godly Manager re-entered the room, his expression serious. “It’s time,” he said simply, his gaze shifting to Zui Tian. “Everything is ready.”

Zui Tian stood, his movements slow and deliberate. The weight of the decision to awaken Big Sister pressed heavily on him, but he knew it was the right one. The Lunar Priestess watched him with a mixture of curiosity and concern, sensing that something significant was about to happen.

“Where are you going?” she asked, her voice hesitant.

Zui Tian paused, his gaze distant. “To wake up someone very important. Someone who might just hold the key to saving us all.”

Without another word, he and the Godly Manager left the tavern, the door closing softly behind them. The Lunar Priestess remained seated, her mind racing with the implications of Zui Tian’s words. She could feel the tension in the air, the sense that something monumental was about to unfold. And she knew that whatever it was, it would change the Immortal World forever.


Deep in the Void Temple

Far from the Celestial Tavern, in the dark recesses of the Void Temple, Grandmaster Void stood before an ancient, pulsating artifact. It was a thing of pure darkness, a void so deep and cold that it seemed to draw in the light around it, swallowing it whole. The Grandmaster’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of awe and ambition as he reached out to touch the artifact, feeling the power within it thrumming beneath his fingertips.

This artifact was unlike anything he had ever encountered. It was ancient, far older than even the most venerable beings in the Immortal Realms. It whispered to him of power, of secrets hidden in the deepest reaches of space, and of a force that could reshape reality itself.

But the artifact also spoke of danger, of a darkness so profound that it could consume everything in its path. And yet, Grandmaster Void could not resist its allure. He had spent centuries searching for something like this, something that could elevate him and his temple to heights undreamed of.

A figure emerged from the shadows behind him, one of his most trusted disciples. “Master,” the disciple said, his voice filled with reverence, “what have you found?”

Grandmaster Void turned, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. “I have found the key to our ascension, the path to power beyond the understanding of any living being. But with it comes great risk.”

The disciple nodded, his eyes filled with awe. “We will follow you, Master, wherever this path leads.”

Grandmaster Void nodded, his gaze returning to the artifact. “Then prepare yourself, my disciple. For soon, the Void Temple will rise, and with it, we will command the very fabric of reality itself.”

As the darkness within the artifact pulsed with increasing intensity, Grandmaster Void knew that the time for subtlety had passed. The Immortal World was changing, and with it, the power dynamics that had held for so long. He would be ready to seize his opportunity when the time came, no matter the cost.


On a Remote Mountain, Far From the Immortal Realms

Zui Tian and the Godly Manager arrived at a remote mountain peak, far from the bustling activity of the Immortal Realms. The air was thin, the sky clear, and the land below stretched out in all directions, a vast and empty expanse.

At the peak of the mountain, hidden away from prying eyes, lay a small, simple cave. It was unremarkable, easily overlooked by anyone who did not know its true significance. But Zui Tian knew. He had visited this place countless times, each visit a reminder of the sister he had lost to the endless cycles of time.

The Godly Manager stepped forward, his voice soft but firm. “She’s been waiting, Zui.”

Zui Tian nodded, his heart heavy with the weight of what was to come. “I know.”

Together, they entered the cave, the darkness enveloping them as they moved deeper into the earth. The cave walls were smooth, worn down by eons of time, and the air was thick with the presence of something ancient, something powerful.

At the very end of the cave, bathed in a soft, ethereal light, lay a woman. Her features were serene, her expression peaceful, as if she were simply asleep. Her long, dark hair flowed like a river around her, and her robes, though simple, were woven with intricate patterns that seemed to shift and change with the light.

Zui Tian approached her, his heart pounding in his chest. “Big Sister,” he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. “It’s time to wake up.”

For a moment, there was only silence, the stillness of the cave pressing down on them. But then, slowly, her eyes fluttered open. They were deep and dark, filled with a wisdom that spanned eons, and they focused on Zui Tian with a mixture of love and sorrow.

“Zui,” she said softly, her voice like a gentle breeze, “you’ve come back.”

Zui Tian nodded, his eyes filled with tears he hadn’t shed in millennia. “I’ve missed you, Big Sister.”

She smiled, a sad but knowing smile. “I’ve missed you too, little brother. But I knew this day would come. The day when we would have to face the darkness together.”

The Godly Manager stepped forward, bowing deeply in respect. “Welcome back, Big Sister. The Immortal World is in turmoil, and we need your guidance.”

Big Sister sat up slowly, her movements graceful and deliberate. “The world has changed since I last walked among it,” she said softly. “But some things remain the same. The thirst for power, the rise of darkness… it is a cycle that repeats, over and over.”

Zui Tian took her hand, squeezing it gently. “But this time, we’re going to break that cycle. Together.”

Big Sister looked at him, her eyes filled with a quiet determination. “Yes, little brother. Together.”



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