Celestials.

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Seeing that Emma Frost was the first to wake up, alongside Margarita, wanting to accompany him on his journey throughout the world, Tian Xing simply walked out of the house without waiting for his wife to dress herself, knowing there was time before he reached Asura and, subsequently, his daughter Ember's territory. Waving his Golden Branch to summon a somersault cloud, much like the other Heaven-Chosen Sun Wukong created, Tian Xing then flew up into the air, allowing his sight to take in the entirety of his floating island.

Waving his Golden Branch once again to activate all the array formations within his Heavenly Star Island, Tian Xing yawned, still feeling the lingering sleepiness as he waited for the island—vast as a continent from the perspective of immortals—to contract into itself. Much like a paper plane folded from a large sheet of parchment, the island shrank until it resembled Taiji symbols intertwined like tree roots, similar to the form he had first encountered when ascending. Taking the Heavenly Star Island into his palm, he casually pocketed it inside his robes, like a pouch of spirit stones.

Maybe if someone up in the heavens saw this, they would likely cough up a mouthful of blood at the sight of such a precious artifact being treated like spare change or something trivial. Tian Xing didn't know, but he was amused by the thought, imagining their tongue-tied expressions at witnessing such an action. Shaking his head at the thought, he nodded to himself, knowing one thing for certain: the creation of this object had drained his wife's treasures and the luck of all the pavilion members at the time.

Because of that, he also considered the Heavenly Star Island a very important artifact. It was just that, his mind had grown numb to the luxury of treasures he frequently encountered. With the Tian Ming Dao essentially acting as a radar for locating rare materials, he had forgotten how to truly appreciate something so precious, knowing he could always find another with similar properties and recreate it if necessary. This was why, at times, he forgot how to truly value the luxurious resources used to create this treasure.

Snapping out of his musings, knowing he had the important task of retrieving the last soul of the Asura's wife, Tian Xing moved his somersault cloud and flew toward his daughter Ember's domain, no longer hiding his identity. To him, it was better to fully embrace the world of karma rather than hide behind the scenes, as he had done before, especially now that his identity had been somewhat leaked, even if it was still unclear to the public.

As for the reason, it is because he intended to use his current image as the Heaven Mandate Emperor to benefit his family's fate—and his own. It would be too wasteful not to use it simply because he is afraid of someone more powerful than him. Moreover, the initial motivation for hiding his identity was already moot, as he had wanted to remain anonymous to manipulate all creations in the dark without them ever knowing.

However, now that it is known someone illusory is controlling the fate of all creations from the previous multiversal wars, and the Heaven Primordial Tribulation, it is only a matter of time before his identity becomes public knowledge. That's why, rather than cowardly hiding behind the scenes until the enemy comes knocking at his door, Tian Xing believes it is better to bring himself directly to the enemy, being the one to knock on their door first, before they have a chance to prepare and counteract his Tian Ming Dao.

Seeing his wife Margarita and their assistant Emma Frost already dressed in celestial fairy attire, Tian Xing allowed the two ladies to hold his elbows, ensuring the three of them would appear equally represented later, as himself, his wife, and his harem. Noticing that Emma was holding a Bronze Branch, similar to his but in a different color, Tian Xing raised an eyebrow. He recognized this branch as merely an extension of the Silver Branch, with the same properties and no significant differences.

Understanding the symbolic representation—since silver turns into bronze when exposed to the air—Tian Xing speculated that pavilion members might be very different and distinct from his wife when exposed to the outside world, despite being essentially the same. Seeing this symbolic display, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you really want to present yourself as my subordinate to the outside world, my wife?"

Shaking her head, Emma said, "No, not as a wife, but as harem, my master Tian Ming Emperor. So when we're outside, I am your subordinate in name, and subsequently, a member of the Serene Lotus Pavilion, which essentially makes me your assistant. But inside the house, I am still your wife, husband. So please don't treat me as just a disposable tool when we represent ourselves to the outside world."

Tian Xing nodded, keeping in mind not to treat her the same as Yelena and Ying Yue, whom he had treated as mere decorations to please his eyes at that time. He then refocused his attention on the earth below, observing the many mortals who were suffering due to various issues from both external and internal influences. Thus, as celestial immortals and celestial fairies journeyed through many lands, he and his wife waved their branches to bless the mortals they passed, granting them good luck throughout their lives and excellent destinies for their future generations.

Furthermore, because he wanted to represent himself as the Sun and his wife as the Moon, Tian Xing performed his second most advanced expertise, the Fire Dao, to ensure a bountiful harvest for many generations, so the mortals would no longer need to worry about food. Meanwhile, his wife Margarita used her Water Dao to bring rain and revitalize the land that had become desolate from drought.

Seeing many mortals on the ground kowtowing and praying according to their cultural heritage to his passing figure, Tian Xing and his wife waved their branches once again, redirecting the mortals to honor the Tao itself rather than their fleeting figures, which were merely borrowing power from the Tao. Turning to his left and right, Tian Xing and his wife chuckled amusingly as they noticed other arrogant immortals and fairies flying alongside them, performing the same gestures that displayed short-term benefits and physical manifestations of merit, rather than the kind deeds of illusory merit that would last through eternity.

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