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Ji Yan, twenty-two years old, is the last realm-guarding witch. She holds the sapphire compass and the Living World Edition - unpredictable geomancy and listens to the heartbeat of all things. In ancient times, when the world first opened, mountains and rivers had spirits, and all beasts could speak. The guardians relied on farming to survive, used medical skills to nourish their veins, and used dreams to interpret heaven's secrets. After the great catastrophe, there were many sects and the defenders disappeared, leaving only scattered farming secrets and sleeping ancient mechas. On the day she was reborn and returned to the ruined temple, the deserted fields were cracked and the lame horse fell to the ground. The villagers thought she was a "bitty little witch", and even Compass thought she was too harsh in cutting grass. What's worse is that the chatty Qinglong just woke up and squatted on her shoulder with half of the spiritual rice ear in his mouth: "Hey, this host can't even recognize a dandelion? Touch it! Touch it! It wants to bloom!" What's the rush? The compass hasn't shaken yet.