The newborn Star God Xing should have been born deep within a star core, but the moment he opened his eyes, he was caught in the apocalyptic aftershock of the Twilight of the Gods. His divine power vanished, his star core shattered, and he turned straight into a tiny silver-gray kitten, tumbling into the frigid night of the Mistwhisper Forest.
Xi Ye, a pregnant fairy cat, picked up the shivering "little stray" in her teeth and, overwhelmed by motherly love, adopted him. After two years of hunting and playing wild in the forest, Xing almost believed he really was an ordinary fairy cat, until the day Xi Ye fell in the demon hunters' flames while protecting her clan.
Starlight blazed forth, awakening his sleeping memories. He was a god who commanded the stars, not a cat.
His overwhelming power nearly tore the whole forest apart. But seeing his fellow kittens trembling in fear, and Xi Ye's golden fur gone cold, Xing drew in his divine radiance.
What could beat staying in the forest and being a god? He would protect the clan his mother left behind, improve their bloodlines, and lay down star arrays. He would raise a few scattered, weak little furballs until the whole continent was afraid to mess with them.
A hundred years flashed by. Just as Xing thought he would spend his whole life as the leader of the cats, the moon shone full above the forest canopy one night.
A golden figure stepped down from the stars onto an oak tree, lowered her head, and grabbed him by the scruff. Her voice was lazy and familiar: "My child, you've grown up."
Xing's eyes reddened on the spot. He pounced toward her, then froze in disbelief.
A whole procession of big shots from every realm followed behind his mother! Demon gods, the Fairy Queen, the Sword God, ancient dragons... Every one of them was powerful enough to make the continent tremble with a single step.
He stood stiff as a board. "Mom?! How many children have you adopted? And... are you really a cat?!"
