The Sun Shone Upon the Lunar

The Great Sun hung in the left heavens.

The Sun Palace towered majestically. The Golden Crows patrolled the skies, the Solar officials stood in formation, and the Great Sun slowly revolved. Red-gold magma flowed across its surface, spewing forth the everlasting essence of the Sun's flames.

Danger Moon stood beneath the moonlight, lunar radiance circulating around her. The Moon Palace Mirror hovered before her, radiating a cool, clear glow. She gazed at the Great Sun and at the figure walking out from the depths of the Sun Palace, her eyes filled with dazed disbelief.

The first figures to emerge from the Sun Palace wore the simplest blue-and-silver robes. They bowed respectfully toward the Great Sun, their postures humble to the extreme.

Danger Moon Heavenly Sovereign's gaze fell upon one figure's face.

She recognized that face.

On the day of the ancient primordial grand sacrifice, she had merely been a disciple of the Lunar Lineage. She had not even possessed the qualifications to enter the Sun Palace for an audience, and could only stand far away beneath the jade steps with her sect's elders. She had not even possessed the courage to raise her head and look directly at the Great Sun.

But now, the figure standing at the edge of the Sun Palace in the simplest of robes was respectfully bowing toward the Great Sun.

That face was her own.

The fingers hidden in her sleeve stopped moving.

Another figure emerged from the Sun Palace.

It was an old man dressed in starry robes, the garment embroidered with countless silver-white stars. With every step he took, star paths revolved beneath his feet. He lowered his head and bowed toward the Great Sun, his posture reverent.

Danger Moon Heavenly Sovereign recognized those starry robes. He was an ancient Star Sovereign of