On the path through the Celestial Realm, she takes the lotus seal as her mark, shatters the star paths beneath her feet, and questions the heavens
As the blue light of the Dreaming Immortal Casket pierces the mist at the boundary, the fingertips of Fuyao Yuxiu are tracing the thirty-seventh glowing lotus pattern.
This is no ordinary path to immortality. Her road is paved with the roots of Hundred-Star Rice, and wherever her footprints fall, luminous paths linking the stars spring forth. Even her blood carries the coded rings of an ancient locust tree. From the hollow beneath Earth's old locust tree to the frozen plains of Ice Marsh Star, from the hematite plaza on Mars to the Star-Silk Sea of the Moth Galaxy, every new line on the lotus seal in her palm incorporates the symbols of another world's civilization: the glowing wing-mark of the Mistwing people, the rippling script of the Tidefolk's sound waves, and the hidden words of symbiosis woven into the ice patterns of the Frostweavers.
They say the edge of the Celestial Realm is nothingness, but she will make light bloom in dark matter. They insist that natives and outsiders can never coexist, yet she uses Hundred-Star Rice to grow a home spanning the stars. When the hands of 106 planets clasp within the Ring of Life she has woven, and the words "symbiosis" become a fundamental law of the universe, the world finally understands: Fuyao's journey through the Celestial Realm was never about ascending alone. She carries the starlight of the entire universe into the unknown, planting countless new beginnings.
Her next stop is the rice-ear-shaped star path in the Sprout Galaxy. She wants every grain there to remember the first spring breeze beneath Earth's old locust tree.
