Prologue: On ancient tortoise shells, our fate was written long ago, yet you stubbornly ask: How can what is broken become whole? A spark of starlight, born only to pierce the firmament. The seeds of love and hate will be reborn in the storm. Here and now, as long as a flame burns for us, what does anything that follows matter? That long night, an eternity of endless shadows.
Theme: Xuantian fantasy, the source of myriad wondrous laws
