The first prison became a tiny Cube moon floating among the stars.
Tulan thoughtfully pulled a mirror out of the Gashapon Machine and held it before Yu Xunge, who met her own gaze in the mirror.
The once-black iris of her right eye had turned silver, with a Cube slowly rotating within it.
There was no time to dwell on this bankruptcy. Yu Xunge headed straight for the next prison without hesitation-the "Lighthouse."
This time, the mist drifting from the moon held not pinpricks of starlight, but glowing petals.
Was it because it had already been named the Lighthouse? Or because everyone housed in this prison was a Fragrant Branch?
After another Prison Cell riot, Yu Xunge left the prison with Tulan and Chun Ke, who had previously been guarding the key.
Following the same process, a glowing body shaped like a Flower Branch hung in the sky over the Star Sea moments later.
Yan Tu appeared beside Chun Ke. She flew with Chun Ke to that moon and began building the Lighthouse's dock according to the scene she had once seen on the River of Time.
For some reason, Yu Xunge thought of the Greek myths and various fantasy stories she had read as a child. There were always one or two deeply contradictory characters in those stories.
They always went through untold hardships to seek out prophecies, trying to learn the future in advance, only to try to change those prophecies once they actually learned them.
After all that running around, they ended up fulfilling the prophecies instead.
Yet now, outside those stories, she was working alongside these living beings to draw closer to the "Future."
A dragon claw held the mirror before her again. The Cube in her silver iris had turned into petals.
Holding World Sigh,