The Crossing of Immortals

The world is vast and vast, and there are endless wonders and possibilities hidden in it. A new world and echoes of the old, Yiwa stood on the top of the world - it was a crystal plain suspended in the void, with flowing star sand beneath her feet, and a sky that had not yet solidified above her head. She walked barefoot, leaving a blooming light lotus behind with every step she took. For three thousand years, she listened alone to the sound of the earth taking shape, watched the mountains rise from the fog, and the rivers carved their tracks on the wasteland. But she was always alone. Until that night. A purple-gold gap opened in the sky, as if the universe had opened its eyes. A star fell, without flames or roar, just quietly and solemnly, falling into the "Yuanyuan Valley" in the center of the continent. Yiwa sensed that aura—it didn't belong to this world, but resonated with the root of Sui Qi. When she arrived, the root of Sui Qi was pulsing violently, the nine fruits shimmered at the same time, and the ancient runes on the vines flowed like blood. And under the vine, stood a man. He was wearing a robe made of stardust, and his hair fell like the Milky Way. His eyes were closed, as if he was sleeping, but his breath caused the earth to tremble. Yiwa asked softly: "Who are you?" The man opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through eternity: "I... Am the person who shouldn't be here."