Across the boundless starfields lie the Myriad Worlds,
countless great realms guarded by walls,
and one Blue Star, the homeland of the gods.
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Adrift in a foreign land for countless millennia, he sees only the starfields and never his home.
How will this root-seeking boy find his way through in a world surrounded by formidable rivals?
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The starfields are as cold and silent as a winter night, while strange forces hidden in the darkness whip up an eerie wind. The Myriad Worlds, where heroes rise, are like flowers in full bloom.
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If the future is a world where frost and wind in the winter night shelter a cluster of flowers,
then his choice is… when my flower blooms, all others will wither and die!
