The smoke of the Witch-Demon Calamity had cleared, and the Prehistoric World welcomed a long-awaited peace.
The war drums that had once torn heaven and earth apart, the roars that had shattered mountains and rivers, had all been buried beneath the dust of time.
The Prehistoric World was peaceful now. The wind was gentle, Spiritual Qi was warm, and even the sunlight falling upon one's skin carried a lazy weariness.
In such an age, Su Miao lived the carefree life she had always dreamed of.
She traveled between Kunlun and the Farm Teachings—listening to Master's teachings one day, returning to the Holy City for its mortal bustle the next, then visiting the Netherworld Underworld the day after to see whether Reincarnation was running smoothly.
Her days seemed soaked in honey; every taste was sweet enough to make her praise heaven's blessings.
As dawn broke, the sea of clouds atop Kunlun Mountain rolled like golden waves.
Golden light spread from the east, spilling across the White Jade platform at the peak and dyeing the entire mountain a warm amber hue.
The sea of clouds surged beneath them. Occasionally, several Immortal Cranes swept past, morning dew clinging to their wingtips as they traced glimmering arcs through the air.
Su Miao sat cross-legged before Yuanshi, her back ramrod straight—at least whenever Yuanshi's gaze swept over her.
Yuanshi sat upright upon a cushion. His silver-gray Daoist robe made him seem sculpted from ice and jade, aloof and noble.
He raised a hand and lightly tapped the air with his fingertips. A streak of light flew out, exploding in the void between them and transforming into a sky full of stars.
The stars revolved in clear trajectories. Each followed some profound Order, drawing upon and restraining one another as they traced precise, breathtaking paths through