Pan Xuan stood atop a peak in the Southern Foothills, gazing down at the Star Witch Clan busily building their camp below, his eyes distant.
Ziwei stood behind him, quietly awaiting the Father God's instructions.
"Ziwei," Pan Xuan suddenly said.
"What are your instructions, Father God?"
Pan Xuan turned to look at the young man created from his blood essence and the Ziwei Emperor Star Origin, and slowly said:
"You are the commander of the Star Tribe's imperial division, commanding the three hundred and sixty-five Primary Star Witch Clan members. Your responsibility is heavier than the Sun's and Taiyin's."
Ziwei dropped to one knee. "I understand. I will not fail the trust you have placed in me, Father God."
Pan Xuan nodded and reached out to help him up. "Rise. Starting tomorrow, I will begin teaching you all to cultivate the Star Refining Spirit Art.
"Go back and tell the Sun and Taiyin to prepare."
"Yes," Ziwei replied respectfully.
He turned and left, a streak of purple-gold escape light cutting through the night sky toward the camp below.
Pan Xuan stood alone on the peak, looking up at the stars.
High in the Nine Heavens, the stars shone brilliantly.
The Sun Star, the Taiyin Star, the Ziwei Emperor Star, the three hundred and sixty-five Zhoutian Primary Stars, and the fourteen thousand eight hundred Auxiliary Stars all moved quietly in their respective positions, radiating light unchanged since time immemorial.
From this day forward, those stars would be closely bound to the Witch Clan.
The Zhoutian Star Dou Great Array would become the Witch Clan's strongest shield.
And the Star Witch Clan would be the perfect wielders of this great array.
Within the Star Witch Clan's camp in the Southern Foothills of Mount Buzhou, more than fifteen thousand clanspeople gathered in the