The Sleeping Beauty by the Bedside

And the other orb of light.

In Situ Xuan's hazy consciousness, the orb of light intertwined with his own contained Star Power that was entirely different.

His Star Power was chaotic, powerful, symbolizing the boundlessness and vastness of the cosmic starry sky.

It was power from the true starry sky, from the heat of burning stars, from the penetrating force of cosmic radiation, from the pull of a black hole's gravity. It acknowledged no reason, followed no rules, took no fixed form. It simply existed, violent and primal, just like the starry sky itself.

But the insight that relatively frail orb of light brought Situ Xuan was another kind of sensation altogether.

That Star Power was like the pull of fate from the unseen.

It was not violent, not overbearing; it could even be called gentle. But it was deeper than Situ Xuan's Star Power, more distant, more difficult to grasp.

It was like an invisible thread, stretched long, so very long through the starry sky, one end connected to this orb of light, the other to some faraway place he could not see.

The Star Power within that orb of light was special.

It was as though specks of starlight spilled down from the firmament, pierced the sea of clouds and the long night, and silently bound people's hearts to the road ahead. It resembled an intangible thread, winding between the years and the paths of destiny, guiding the heart toward the distance in times of confusion, anchoring one's true direction in times of hesitation.

When mortals lifted their heads to gaze at the stars, what they saw was never merely the grand scene of night, but also the summons sent across the void by the stars. Following the trail of starlight, one could touch the hidden currents of