Deep among the stars lay the endless celestial Star Palaces.
The stars spread like a sea. A man with white gauze covering his face had been sitting cross-legged amid the Star River.
"Hmm?"
The Cosmic Star Lord suddenly raised his eyes toward the violently churning Star River that filled the sky, his voice tinged with surprise and amusement:
"What madness has seized that one now?"
Star Seer raised a finger and gently touched the void.
A few strands of starlight descended, and soon, he saw the direction.
"The Ghost Realm?"
The Cosmic Star Lord tilted his head with a touch of childishness, as though his interest had suddenly been piqued.
"Yuan Huang is actually divining the Ghost Realm. Now that's rare."
Rarer still was how urgently he was doing it...
"Mmm, this really does make my heart itch."
He reached out and slowly nudged a star, the amusement in his eyes deepening.
"Should I follow along and divine it too?"
"It seems like it would be quite fun."
The next moment, another layer of Star Tracks quietly began to turn.
"...Shuo."
A sliver of ghostly lamplight revealed a peach-blossom face.
An exceedingly soft sigh drifted from the Pavilion.
With only her eyes and the very top of her head showing, Lin Muyao clung to the edge of the fortune-blessed Brocade Pouch and blinked.
What?
Shuo as in great? Shuo as in the new moon? Or something else?
She strained her ears, trying hard to guess which character it was, but ultimately could not distinguish the sound clearly.
As the wind swept back from the Nether River, it followed the waters suspended upside down across the sky, stirring a dazzling sea of crimson along both banks.
Cluster after cluster of Manjusaka bloomed in full splendor, yet not a single one