Night

In this life, the winds and clouds roared.

Heaven and earth changed color.

Across the myriad realms of Xingluo, wherever cultivators could be found, all received a clear decree from the Heavenly Dao.

If this was an illusion, then the changes between heaven and earth were undeniably real.

Paths through the stars appeared throughout the cosmos. All those who had attained the Dao could behold them.

Even a single star realm possessed tens of millions of star gates.

Countless lives drifted through existence, and the star gates numbered in the hundreds of millions, yet all led to but one point.

That place was where eternity lay.

Whether willing or unwilling, the cultivators had no choice.

Those who obeyed Heaven's will gladly accepted the decree and set forth; those who defied Heaven and tried to remain where they were met only tribulation and calamity, as heavenly lightning descended in punishment. There were also idle onlookers, not among those chosen, who wished to follow—only to find that though a path existed among the stars, they could not ascend its steps.

They could only watch helplessly as others climbed the heavenly stairway step by step, ascended into the clouds, and departed for the unknown.

From all corners of heaven and earth, from the myriad realms beneath the stars, no matter where they came from, all paths led to one place.

Upon the vast, barren planet, cultivators appeared one after another out of thin air.

They climbed beyond the clouds, trod the Ninth Heaven, rose to the vault of the sky, and entered the immortal peaks.

Before them stretched boundless emptiness. There was only a rift—and one person.

Shu Wuning stood before the rift. When you looked upon her, you found that you simply could not make out her features. All you could sense