The instant the source of the lampheart reignited, heaven and earth lost their voices. All sound fell silent, as though time itself had held its breath to witness this awakening across a thousand years. An invisible fissure suddenly opened in the night sky above the Starfall Continent, like the universe opening a fathomless eye to gaze upon this forgotten sacred land. The transparent crystal suspended at the center of the root of light language was no longer merely a motionless core of light—it began to pulse, like a heart awakening slowly from a thousand-year slumber. Every contraction and expansion seemed to recount a cosmic epic long sealed beneath the dust. Each beat released rings of silver light that spread like ripples, pierced the atmosphere, tore through the sea of clouds, and reached deep into the Star Sea, stirring wave upon wave of cosmic resonance, as though sounding the first morning bell in the dark void. Wherever those waves passed, stars trembled and stellar paths shifted slightly, as though the entire universe were answering this long-absent pulse, like a sleeping behemoth awakened, slowly opening its countless starry eyes.
At the same time, every ancient lighthouse across the Nine Provinces—whether broken or whole, buried deep underground or towering atop a mountain—lit up at once. Faint light seeped from dust-sealed cracks in stone, undying flames rekindled in corroded bronze lamp stands, and fractured towers mended themselves, as though the earth itself were awakening. The lamp flames were no longer mere fire, but became pillars of light rising straight upward, pure and blazing, piercing the clouds and pointing into the heavens. Within those pillars, star charts flowed, stellar paths reconnected, and ancient runes emerged, revolved, and reassembled in the light. It was as though the Nine Provinces had become an immense astrolabe, awakened by