The Lustful Young Master starting with Holy Maiden.-Chapter 61 - 2) The celestial assembly

Lu Qingyan’s hands trembled at Zhao Fan’s words, her heart pounding like war drums before battle both fierce and unrelenting.

Go there?

She swallowed the rising fear in her throat, forcing herself to still her breath and maintain her composure.

The tunnel was like the meaning of death and mystery, with no fathomable answer.

Fresh corpses of her brother lay there, and yet the Holy Envoy wished to press on.

Madness... or divine fate?

The sane instinct screamed for caution,

But despite her fear, she could not bring herself to stop him.

There was something about him, his scent, his bearing, the unmatched aura, the majestic presence, the unseen rhythm of his steps, that stirred a deep echo within her soul.

For nights now,

Unknown dreams had haunted her, visions too vivid to dismiss as mere illusions.

She saw herself in those dreams, draped in robes of a different age, kneeling reverently before the one she called "Master." And he... he was the same man who now walked before her.

Yet those dreams were not of mere servitude.

They danced on the edge of sacred and profane.

In that timeless realm, she was fearless, unrestrained, bold, and lewd, her body entwined with his in the sacred rites of dual cultivation.

She moved with confidence, getting on top, moving her hips, matching the rhythm of the Dao itself, her cries interwoven with the harmony of Yin and Yang.

It was as though their union resonated with the heavens, drawing down the essence of bery creation and threads of fate, as she begged for his essence to flood her womb.

Her face was that of a witch drowned in pleasure.

Could it be... that their fates were entwined not just in this life, but across the cycle of samsara?

But what it is... She can’t tell. She hates him but feels a sense of security.

Nonetheless,

She dared not voice such thoughts aloud, but deep within, her soul whispered a reality older than memory.

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The Scholars from the Dao realm have talked about the concept of the soul and the vastness of the world.

Sea of consciousness and seven seas.

Ohm, Shii, Kîî, Nhmm,

Among these vibrations, the ohm also represents the core of the true soul and halo, while the sea of consciousness holds memory.

However, everything is cleaned once someone dies, meaning, the memories and abilities are all gone.

Only to be replaced by the probability of Brahman.

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Before stars had names and time itself had rhythm, there was only the Truth Origin phase, an age of silence and blinding spiritual stillness, without any major story and vast aura.

This era lasted two hundred and fifty years. Consciousness stirred in the void, not yet shaped by fate.

Egos formed which were raw and immune to destiny’s pull known as a primordial void, primordial time-space,

The universe did not yet speak, but it pulsed with spiritual energy.

Spiritual essence flowed like an eternal sea.

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After that,

Then dawned the Era of Supreme beings began.

It stretched across six million and more years, birthing divine empires across infinite domains.

Supreme beings awakened from the Dao’s breath.

Gods that ruled stars, demons that devoured suns, everyone the law of nature given form and profound will.

In this time, miracles were mundane, a fish could swallow a whale and a mouse could himt a tiger.

But chaos demands order.

From this divine storm came the Era of True Order, spanning nearly ten million years of structured transcendence.

Godhood and demonhood took shape, bound by heavenly laws, Paths of Daos, and ultimate truth.

Cultivation of spiritual Qi emerged.

Dimensions multiplied, each tied to a divine domain.

Pantheons formed, temples rose from clouds.

Demonic sects ruled dark stars. The heavens no longer wandered, they governed, imposed, and punished with measured cruelty.

Then, the order shattered.

The Chaos Era of true order, erupts in a massive war, lasting nearly two hundred million years of divine blood and crumbling law.

Holy realms burned. The spiritual essence that once overflowed now thinned like mist in drought. Immortal lands fell. The divine hierarchy collapsed into maddened ruin.

This collapse birthed a new Era, the Mortal Origin Era, following the awakening of Brahman, the first principle from which life and matter emerged, the ultimate comscuoiness that bounds all and maintains the outcome of probability.

After that,

The Satya Yug began, lasting over a billion years. It was a time of reverence. Mortals walk beside divine remnants of the past, guided by their wisdom.

In this golden age, the ancient gods were not forgotten. Their presence lingered in rituals, in storms, in every breath of wind and fire.

Then came Treta Yug, spanning over twenty-eight billion years. Life multiplied, multiple worlds emerged s universe expanded.

Structured cultivation paths blossomed across the mortal cosmos, building toward celestial grace.

Spiritual sects rose like forests. Cultivation arts spread like wildfire. Mortals pursued immortality with devotion, still watched by fading divine shadows.

But reverence waned.

The Dvapara Yug followed, a vast age of 145 billion years, where cultivation declined, and doubt poisoned the hearts of many realms.

Purity faltered, weak spiritual worlds outnumbered strong ones. False sages spread broken techniques. The connection to the Dao thinned like breath in winter.

Then dawned the dark age, Kali Yug. It is the era, where true energy fades, and mana, a diluted force, fills the world instead.

Mortal worlds like Earth emerge, mundane and fragile.

Cultivators are rare. The Dao sleeps, veiled beneath illusion, technology, and mortal greed.

Yet beyond the veil, the cycle draws near its end.

The Gi Phase approaches.

It is the closing Chapter of universal cycles, in the grand flow of samsara, according to Dao Scholars, lasting a mere 275 years.

That’s the life cycle of a universe of a lower realm, or known as world level 1, by the heavenly dao and alien entity beyond the reach of traditional dao.

As for Young Master Bai, the world level is 2, known as the higher realm, just below the immortal realm, with powerful spiritual energy,

( Detailed explanation available at isekai harem novel woth depth and detailed points and full cycle including end and revival )

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Nonetheless, The brahman, the cosmic flow, and ultimate consciousness cleanse the vibration of Ohm to a very neutral state known as "0" and cleanse the memory completely.

( 0 means auto cleansing or "Reset" for easier understanding and in his last life, Mc died because by stealing the golden halo of others he dimmed the vibration of his own soul, causing self reset... Death have two phases with hell and heaven, which will be discussed later on )

And suppresses the Tao-yi into Se.

Wiping out the other vibration and seven seas of the soul.

Bharman is also responsible for the judging the truth and enforcing calamity lighting, and selecting an outcome based on fortune lux. ( not heavenly tribulation)

Free will is just a myth, the outcome of everything is defined by something we can’t even see.

It is omnipresent.

However, the Kîî vibration of the soul is highly capable and durable and can survive the cleansing of the soul in cases of powerful cultivators.

As for normal cases of Son of Qi, they must have been protected by heavenly Dao, as heaven likes to play safe making sure its chess pieces are well preserved for a long game.

Nevertheless,

Kîî is also the core concept of the backup soul, and once the Kîî recovers to perfection, the old body physique, and old soul origin slowly recover.

It also preserves the memory of past life that might slowly recover.

That’s why most female leads tend to have sealed soul origin, sealed bones from very birth, unlike regular cases.

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Of course, Young Master had already sensed the soul of his past-life concubine in Saintess thus, wanted her as his concubine.

And it seems she is slowly recovering the memory that should have been cleansed.

Dare to give his loyal concubine to the Son of Qi, this Heavenly Dao is courting death, once Zhao Fan masters the True cultural Dao, heaven shall kneel and beg for mercy, alas, it can never get one.

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