Opening of Secret Mystic Realm
After Azrael's "education," he returned to Cecilia, the atmosphere around them now calm and undisturbed. The onlookers, having witnessed Azrael's demonstration of power, wisely decided not to disturb the couple.
Azrael approached Cecilia with a playful smile, and she couldn't help but reciprocate with a warm one of her own. He gently took her hand, and they strolled away from the crowd, finding a quiet and serene spot away from prying eyes.
The air was filled with a sense of tranquility as they enjoyed each other's company. Azrael looked at Cecilia with adoration, gratefulness evident in his eyes for the love and warmth she brought into his immortal existence. Cecilia, in turn, felt a deep sense of contentment, reassured by Azrael's protective presence.
They found a comfortable spot under the shade of an ancient tree, its branches providing a natural canopy. The soft rustling of leaves and the distant hum of the crowd created a soothing backdrop to their intimate moments.
As they sat together, Azrael couldn't help but trace his fingers gently along Cecilia's golden hair, marveling at its silkiness. Cecilia leaned into his touch, closing her eyes momentarily, savoring the simple yet profound pleasure of being close to the one she loved.
Azrael, breaking the silence, whispered words of affection that only the two of them could hear. Their conversation was a symphony of shared memories, promises, and the unspoken language of a bond forged through countless lifetimes.
In this moment away from the clamor of the world, Azrael and Cecilia found solace in each other's presence, the depth of their connection evident in every shared glance and tender touch.
"How I miss this moment," Cecilia uttered.
"So do I. I missed you guys every moment in the dream world," Azrael responded.
"You suffered so much." Cecilia paused. "I am pretty sure the time difference between reality and the dream world is huge. I can't even imagine how much time has passed there within 100 years of reality."
Azrael only smiled sweetly. He caressed her cheek and hair before saying, "Don't think about it. My mental state is already strong. As long as I know you guys are safe, I can endure anything. However, if you guys are in danger..." His eyes glinted with cruelty.
Cecilia couldn't help but smile as she snuggled into his chest.
She missed this moment very much—the warmth, comfort, and protectiveness of the man in front of her.
"Now that I know that you are awake, I guess I have no business with this secret mystic realm. Should we go visit my kingdom first before meeting with Sister Bianca and Sister Adele, my 'good' two sisters?"
"Well, I still have business with this secret mystic realm."
"You mean?"
"As you three first theorized, this secret mystic realm is not a normal realm. Even with the three of you, you can't open it, which is no surprise because the person that created this secret mystic realm used hundreds of different great daos as protective measures."
Cecilia was temporarily caught by surprise, but her calmness returned. In the dream world, she witnessed people who had that kind of power, not to mention her husband has control over all great daos! And she is proud of this fact. Her husband, her savior, is invincible!
"But why is a powerful Saint Lord cultivator doing this in a mortal realm? What are they hiding in this mortal realm?"
"'He' is not hiding anything; he is waiting, or perhaps he is just taking his last chance and hope," he said vaguely with a hint of profundity.
"As expected of my husband, nothing can elude you." Cecilia then pecked Azrael's lips with hers.
Azrael chuckled as he saw the dreamy look on Cecilia's face.
Meanwhile, the maids of Cecilia engaging in a conversation among themselves about the recent revelation of Cecilia's marriage and how they should inform their queen.
"Did you ever imagine Princess Cecilia was already married?" one maid whispered to the other.
"No, it's quite a shock. How do we tell the queen about this?" the other maid replied, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"We should be careful not to upset her." the first maid suggested.
"But what if she gets angry? " the second maid fretted.
"We'll find a way to explain it delicately. It's clear the princess loves her husband, and we wouldn't want to cause any trouble," the first maid reassured, glancing back at the direction where the couple went with a thoughtful expression.
The maids continued their quiet discussion, trying to navigate the delicate situation they found themselves in.
As they continued to watch the couple, the maids couldn't help but engage in a hushed conversation, their voices filled with awe and a hint of envy.
"Did you see how handsome Princess Cecilia's husband is? I never imagined she'd be married to someone like him," one maid commented, her eyes still fixed on Azrael.
"Indeed! He looks like he's from another realm, so powerful and mysterious. No wonder the princess kept it a secret," the other maid responded, a dreamy look in her eyes.
"I envy her. Imagine having such a charming and strong husband. It's like a dream," the maid sighed, her imagination running wild.
"Absolutely. I can't believe we've been serving the princess, and we didn't know about this. She must have her reasons for keeping it hidden," one of the maids mused, still captivated by the scene earlier.
"True. Whatever the reasons, one thing's for sure—Princess Cecilia is living every girl's fantasy," the first maid added, and they both shared a quiet giggle, continuing to admire Azrael.
Azrael looked toward the platform.
"It's about time. Let's go, my sweet elf."
Azrael's voice and words had a teasing effect on Cecilia, causing her to blush.
"You really love to tease your wives," she muttered.
"Of course, because you guys are the cutest and the most beautiful women," he said confidently, his words filled with unwavering conviction.
As they walked, they engaged in sweet banter, creating an atmosphere of envy among the onlookers who graciously stepped aside for the couple.
Cecilia and Azrael paused briefly when they reached the maids. Cecilia looked at them and spoke, "Wait here."
"B-but, Princess..."
Cecilia interrupted her maid, "My husband is the strongest, and I myself am stronger than you guys."
The maids looked at her with incredulity. They couldn't believe what they were hearing from her, as they had never really witnessed Princess Cecilia in combat. However, her confidence was convincing, as if her words were a universal truth.
Azrael and Cecilia ascended to the top of the platform, passing by the unconscious guards and elders who had attempted to confront Azrael earlier. They gracefully climbed the grand stairs.
The cultivators, from different sects and kingdoms, couldn't help but gaze at the two figures now standing at the summit. It was as if witnessing great immortals on the verge of ascension, an image so stunning and majestic that it compelled the other cultivators to adhere to an unspoken universal law – no one dared to climb the platform or approach the divine pair. The scene resonated with a sense of grandeur that left everyone in awe.
The space between two pillars distorted, creating a sudden and powerful suction force as if the air itself were converging at the center. The cultivators below swiftly employed techniques to maintain a firm stance on the ground. Those affiliated with the unconscious elders turned towards them, guarding their inert forms.
However, for Cecilia and Azrael, the phenomenon felt akin to a gentle breeze, their nonchalant demeanor in stark contrast to the reactions of the cultivators around them.
Suddenly, with an awe-inspiring resonance, the portal to the Secret Mystic Realm manifested—a majestic gateway opening before them, as if unveiling a passage to realms unknown. The atmosphere vibrated with a profound energy, and the air seemed to shimmer with the unveiling of this extraordinary entrance. The cultivators, now fully aware of the significance, held their breath in anticipation of the secrets this mystical gateway might reveal.
And there it was, in all its enigmatic glory—the Secret Mystic Realm opened!