The Shining Star Above The Heaven-Chapter 424: The Heavenly Scarf of Divine Phoenix

"According to our records, this scarf is called the Heavenly Scarf of Divine Phoenix. We don’t know why it was named that way, but it is said that our ancestor already possessed it when he first moved to this empire. Along with the Valiant Spirit Sword, which I use in battle, these are the two divine-grade artifacts our ancestor had at that time," Baron Rosalind explained.

Elena’s eyes glimmered beautifully as she gazed at the scarf. Even though she had seen it before, she was still amazed by its beauty. To her, it was the most exquisite scarf she had ever laid eyes on, and as a woman, she was tempted to use it as an accessory.

Old Man York’s heart trembled as he beheld it for the first time.

"So this is the Rosalind family’s legacy artifact?"

Truly astonishing and beautiful! It was an artifact he could only admire, never hoping to see—let alone possess—if not for Aldrian. Its aura was truly remarkable, making him feel as though he stood before someone mighty.

Aldrian kept his focus on the scarf, his mind reeling with a sense of familiarity until he finally remembered.

"This scarf... it was always worn by the first ancestor of the Phoenix!"

A deep sigh escaped him as an inexplicable nostalgia washed over him—one he couldn’t quite grasp. To be honest, he had seen the woman, the true first ancestor of the Phoenix, many times in his visions over the years.

The first time he saw her was when he cultivated beneath the World Tree of Evergreen City, where Alice, the spirit of the Evergreen city’s World Tree, resided.

"If you wish to approach it or inspect it, you may, young master. Wait, let me open the glass case," Baron Rosalind said, pulling Aldrian from his reverie.

He followed the baron into the vault. The interior was simple, devoid of any decorations, but Aldrian could sense numerous formations embedded within the space. As they walked, the baron casually released his aura, deactivating the formations with ease.

When they reached the glass case, Baron Rosalind placed his hand on it and injected his energy.

A soft click echoed before the glass case opened on one side, allowing onlookers to touch the artifact.

Baron Rosalind then turned to Aldrian. "Go ahead, young master. You may inspect it—take your time."

Aldrian nodded without hesitation, reaching out to touch the scarf and bringing it closer to him. It felt incredibly soft in his palm, yet at the same time, remarkably sturdy.

He had no idea how this artifact had been created—it was still beyond his understanding—but he couldn’t help but admire the craftsmanship behind it.

After stroking the scarf a few times, he finally decided to check its information.

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The Heavenly Scarf of Divine Phoenix

Description: A scarf created by the Absolute Ruler as a gift to the first ancestor of the Phoenix. This artifact can function as both a defensive and offensive weapon. It can change shape and protect those bound to it. Over time, it has become the signature feature of the first ancestor of the Phoenix.

Level: Peak Divine Grade (Sealed).

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As expected, this scarf had indeed belonged to the first ancestor of the Phoenix. With her fiery beauty, the scarf only enhanced her elegance and charm. freewёbnoνel.com

He closed his eyes, as if trying to sense the scarf’s uniqueness. From the information he had just read, he knew that the scarf was created by the Absolute Ruler—a title that, unbeknownst to many, belonged to him all along. It was a reminder that, in his past life, there was a time when he had ruled as a monarch.

Activating his karma laws, he sought to feel his connection to the scarf. He could sense that the bond between them was weak, which wasn’t surprising—this was the first time he had touched the scarf in this life. However, there was a way to delve deeper into its history.

Thread of Origin.

The voice of that enigmatic figure echoed in his mind, the same voice he had heard when he first comprehended a fragment of the thread of origin.

The thread that connects everything—everything tied together, transcending time and space and I’m the only one who can control this connection.

He wanted to see the thread of origin connecting the scarf to him. He wanted to glimpse his past with it—to know what he had done, what he had been like. He wanted to see everything this scarf, said to have been created by his past self, could reveal to him.

At last, he sensed the thread of origin intertwined with the karma thread. As he focused on it, his vision shifted, pulling him into a scene.

At one point in his past life, he sat atop a towering cliff, rising far above the clouds. The vast sky stretched endlessly around him, and the world below felt distant and insignificant. It seemed to be the highest point in the world—no structures, no other objects could compare to its height.

He sat beneath the dark sky, where countless stars stretched across the vast cosmos. They shimmered beautifully, and he seemed to enjoy the sight, his eyes reflecting the endless expanse above.

Aldrian felt that if he wished, he could move the stars at will, repositioning them to form breathtaking constellations.

And so he did. Slowly, the stars shifted, forming a new constellation—one he found even more beautiful than before. But he didn’t stop there. With effortless ease, he created new stars, shaping them with a mere thought. At his command, distant galaxies emerged billions of light-years away.

Aldrian, watching "his" actions from the past, felt a shudder in his heart. Although he knew that his past self had already reached the level of the universe itself, this was the first time he had witnessed such a display of power.

He could do that?

He was like a god, shaping the cosmos at will. Moving stars, creating galaxies—it all happened with nothing more than a thought, and the universe simply responded.

What kind of level is this?

Can all divine beings do this?

He felt an overwhelming urge to become like his past self flared once more, to wield that kind of power. If he had such strength, he would be unstoppable. With that power, he would no longer have to worry about the higher beings who sought to descend upon the Barisan continent. He could protect the continent with nothing more than his will.

He could build a family with his loved ones, free from worry, without the constant threat of harm. With that level of power, no problem would ever trouble him again.

After "he" finished arranging the stars, galaxies, and everything within the cosmos, he paused and suddenly smiled. Although Aldrian couldn’t see his own face, as he was witnessing the scene through "his" eyes, he could easily imagine the smile.

"Go up. You don’t have to wait for my permission," he said.

Not long after, a red-haired woman appeared gracefully behind him and immediately kowtowed.

"That would not be appropriate, Your Majesty. The heavens and earth would reprimand me for it," she said before straightening her upper body again. She was now seated, her smile radiant, and her beautiful face truly captivating.

Hearing her response, "he" turned his head to look at her. She was the first ancestor of the phoenix, yet Aldrian immediately noticed a difference. She appeared much younger than in his previous visions, and she did not yet have the scarf.

"You’ve successfully broken through to the next stage. Congratulations. I’m truly proud of you," he said, his tone carrying the warmth of an elder speaking to a junior.

The woman’s eyes lit up with ecstasy, and she instantly kowtowed once more.

"Thank you for your compliment, Your Majesty."

Even Aldrian, merely witnessing this scene, could feel the sheer joy radiating from the first ancestor of the phoenix—just from receiving "his" praise.

But then, he saw "his" hand stretch forward with palm open.

What happened next stunned him.

From "his" palm, a brilliant congregation of multicolored energy appeared, shimmering and shifting. The light hovered above his hand, coalescing as if solidifying into a form.

Within seconds, the swirling energy took the shape of a long piece of fabric. As the final traces of light dissipated, a scarf was revealed.

This was the same scarf that had now become the legacy artifact of the Rosalind family—the very artifact he was touching in his real body at this moment.

Aldrian’s mind reeled at how effortlessly "he" had created it. It was as if "he" were performing a simple trick, something casual and insignificant. Yet the result? A peak divine-grade artifact even while sealed.

"He" had created an artifact stronger than divine grade with nothing more than a single hand.

Aldrian’s eyes were truly opened by this method—something far beyond his comprehension. And he wanted to understand it.

"As a gift for your successful breakthrough, I will give you this scarf," he said, placing it gently on her shoulders.

The phoenix ancestor’s eyes brightened as she gazed happily at her new scarf. She stroked it a few times, savoring its softness, before looking up at him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will treasure it with all my heart. This is truly the best gift I have ever received." she said, kowtowing once more.

"This is a special gift just for you, and I believe I have found the perfect name to match your grace," he said.

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she lifted her head. "What is it, Your Majesty? What will it be called?"

"The Heavenly Scarf of Divine Phoenix."