Heaven, Earth, Me Chapter 3

Months slipped by one after another, drawing little Yasenia nearer to her first birthday. This special day ranks among the most crucial milestones, where a simple ritual unveils the child's innate body constitution. The outcome decides if one's cultivation journey will brim with obstacles or glide smoothly upward through the realms.

Little Yasenia dashed along the corridor, her tail swaying side to side behind her while her shoes clattered with a lively 'dadada' noise. Every maid who spotted her couldn't help but flash a gentle smile.

Upon rounding a corner, little Yasenia spotted a tall woman with flowing black hair and cried out in her babyish voice, clear as a tinkling bell, “Mommy!”

The graceful woman pivoted, her usual icy demeanor melting away. She knelt down to scoop up the tiny charge speeding her way, enfolding her in a warm hug, “Yasenia, didn’t I tell you not to run! What if you fall….”

The little meat bun wrinkled her cute doll-like features and grumbled back, “How can I fall at such a slow speed! Mommy, you're too overprotective!”

Tatyana paused, stunned, pondering inwardly, ‘Is she really just one year old? How can she be so… advanced?’

Yet… recalling the 90 years of pregnancy… ‘Frankly, I'd be more concerned if she acted normal.’

With that thought settled, she replied softly, “What have you been up to lately, Yassy?”

“I was watching uncle Richard train the guards!”

She giggled lightly before adding, “They're so clumsy, and uncle Richard always beats them up!”

Tatyana responded with a slight frown, “Aren't you too young for combat training?”

Yasenia glanced upward, her tiny face growing solemn—‘Utterly adorable!’

That thought crossed Tatyana's mind and every maid's nearby. Little Yasenia then cocked her head cutely, tail wagging as she asked, “Mommy, you're right. I need to grow some more! Can you teach me to read at least?”

This struck a vital blow to all hearts present. Clearly, if the mother refused, some maids would secretly teach her anyway, punishments be damned! Tatyana agreed, “Sure, we'll read together every night before you sleep. How's that, little meat bun?”

Little Yasenia's eyes sparkled brightly, her scaly tail whipping back and forth rapidly, broadcasting her joy. “Mommy, I love you the most!”

After planting a loud smooch on her cheek, she leaped from the embrace and scampered off to play elsewhere. Tatyana grinned foolishly from the kiss. Once composed, she inquired of the surrounding maids about Anna and Eve's whereabouts. A maid replied politely, “The other day, some tried kidnapping little miss, so they're now hunting down all involved and dragging them to the torture chambers.”

As this marked the first such attempt, the mansion's calm facade hid a tense undercurrent—every maid and guard poised for battle.

Tatyana gazed out the window, her expression cold enough to snuff out blazing flames. “Spare not even the dogs tied to this plot.”

The maids chorused respectfully, “As the Lady commands!” before withdrawing.

‘Seems they've forgotten me after my years away birthing my precious treasure. Let's refresh their memory.’ A chilling smirk curved her lips, red eyes flaring with lethal intent.

The following day, the Moon Empire's capital trembled from the savage ruin wrought upon a Count's estate. Word spread they had plotted to abduct Countess Tatyana's child.

Folks expected royal reprimand, but the family turned a blind eye, heightening the fear. Thereafter, Moon Empire parents warned their young of the perils in crossing the untouchable, citing this grim tale.

On little Yasenia's first birthday, maids bustled carrying gifts from various houses, scrutinizing each for value. Though laborious, they toiled gladly for their little miss's big day! They hurried to join the revelation rite. Tatyana invited no outsiders—only loyal household members gathered.

Later, as dusk fell, the group assembled in the backyard clearing, buzzing with anxiety, anticipation, and nerves. Even if their little miss lacked cultivation talent, their devotion remained unchanged as Countess Tatyana's sole heir, their lady. Still, they yearned for her utmost potential, leaving them fidgety.

Once Tatyana activated the central formation, little Yasenia's moment arrived. Tatyana instructed tenderly yet resolutely, “Yassy, whatever happens, Mommy's love stays constant. Just walk to the formation's heart and drip blood on the large stone there.”

True to her words, a tall, roulette-shaped stone stood midway, etched with three nested rings depicting elements. Basic, rare, and ultra-rare varieties adorned them.

Basic elements included Water, Fire, Earth, Wood, and Metal.

Rare ones encompassed Nature, Lightning, Glass, Magma, Wind, Ice, Darkness, and Light.

Extremely rare variants were Sun, Moon, Stars, Death, Life, Space, and Fate.

More elements don't guarantee superiority. Some bear one, others multiple. Contradictory affinities like Water and Fire demand compatible constitutions, such as Boiling Blood or Liquid Fire.

This issue forms one of three barriers keeping cultivation from one in 50,000. Another: bodies must mature first, and jealousy often slays potentials prematurely.

The last hurdle: enduring a tribulation lightning solo to forge dantian and meridians—vital for energy storage and flow.

Little Yasenia strode forth calmly, tail tracing elegant S-curves. She aimed to project confidence and nonchalance, but to onlookers, she was pure cuteness overload. Thoughts raced like, ‘Kyaa! That tail! I wanna grab it and play!’

‘No, no, no! But I crave a nibble! Her stern little face resembles a fluffy milk bun.’

Though one year old, she resembled a 3~4-year-old child.

Reaching the monument, Yasenia nipped her finger with sharp fangs, coaxing a vivid red droplet. Pain stung, yet her serious look deepened the crowd's admiration.

The droplet hovered, a soothing wave mending her finger instantly. It descended to the roulette's core and sank in. Then, an element ignited as the heavens shifted!

The Sun element blazed, birthing a massive Sun phantom overhead, bathing the mansion in golden splendor.

As cheers nearly erupted, the sky transformed anew. The Sun drifted leftward while darkness cloaked half the vault. Silver luminescence pierced the gloom, crowned by a Full Moon rivaling the Sun's girth.

All stood dumbfounded. ‘Two ultra-rare elements!?’

Reality snapped back, furrowing brows. Without a fitting constitution, disaster loomed. Sun embodied supreme Yang, Moon ultimate Yin.

Simultaneous manifestation spelled cultivation doom—or outright crippling.

As frowns deepened, the celestial vision evolved once more! Eyes widened in shock at the white and black specks dotting the phantom expanse.

A third ultra-rare trait emerged! Day side gleamed with dark flecks, night with pale ones. All recognized the stellar host above.

Once fully manifest, Sun, Moon, and myriad stars beamed down at the child. Solar and lunar rays clashed, star power mediating fusion into perfect equilibrium. Harmonized as one, they illuminated two inscriptions above the roulette, concluding the rite.

Unique element: [Celestial], everything in the firmament shall become her strength!

Unique constitution: [Celestial Yin and Yang body]. Balance is found after chaos, and chaos is created after balance.