Thousands of years ago, before the world opened, there was a god sitting alone in the chaos.
The body of the deity is always surrounded by thousands of rays of light, showing no power and no anger. Raising your hands can create mountains and rivers, lowering your eyes can give birth to souls, and all roads in the world are determined by it. He is the creator of the world.
Under the god's seat, there are two great protectors, who guard the three realms and protect the divine court together. They use their supreme divine power to stabilize the divine realm and protect the three tribes of humans, demons and immortals in the lower realms. Until the spirit clan appeared in the world, it caused a bloody disaster in the divine realm, and the flames of war spread across the sky, approaching the people in the lower world.
At the time of crisis, in order to contain the catastrophe, the god turned his body into a seal to suppress the spirit clan at the junction of the three clans in the lower realm, and his own body was dissipated along with the seal.
Tens of thousands of years have passed by in a blink of an eye, the divine realm is still peaceful, and the lower realms are peaceful, but no one knows that the dusty seal has gradually cracked.
Concept: There is a saying in the world that every time a shooting star falls in the sky, it means that an immortal has folded his own destiny into a lamp and hung it in the night sky.
They could have lived forever, but in order to protect a person, keep a relationship, and fulfill a wish, they were willing to use up their immortal energy and turn into stars.
That's why the stars will shine.
That was not heavenly fire, nor divine light. It was someone who burned a lifetime of tenderness and obsession into a light that would never go out.
Every star you see when you look up was once the last words of someone who tried their best to leave in this world:
"I'm here."