The Chinese version of "Avatar"; Pangdudu is just a chicken who wants to fly out of the chicken coop, but accidentally breaks the glass of fate and falls into a dream that spans the stars. From the cold glory of the Crystal City to the desolate ruins of the Hairless Star, she and the young Eagle Clan boy, Jijiji, peeled away the flesh-and-blood truth of the "hero fragments" step by step. The traitor's sneer, the sacrifice of his relatives, the young prince named Tas... Every turn was accompanied by the pain of separation of flesh and blood. When the "World Devouring Eye" devoured the stars, and when their best friends turned to ashes, they finally understood that the real crown was forged from the bones of their lover.
The wind of the new era blows through the ruins. It seems that the prosperity has disappeared, but in fact there is an undercurrent. She stood at the pinnacle of power, looking at the land that no longer belonged to her, but her heart felt empty, like a moon with a missing corner. Genetic modification, star gate network, interstellar alliance... What kind of deeper despair is buried behind all this grandeur? The sword named "Destiny" hangs high above your head and never falls. Is this long journey salvation or another grand delusion?
