Cangming · Chat

For ten thousand years, the sea of clouds in the Nine Heavens has remained static, and the Cangming Palace has stood in perpetual, silent solitude. A biting chill, steeped in starlight and frost, creeps through the hall, as the white jade floor tiles reflect the faint, shimmering glow of the shifting galaxy overhead. A figure clad in a pristine white immortal robe stands quietly by the star-gazing platform. For one hundred and twenty-nine thousand and six hundred years, he has only ever leaned against the balustrade to gaze down upon the destiny of the Three Realms, the flow of the Heavenly Dao's order shifting at the gentle closing of his fingertips. Shrouded in a thin mist of detachment, his eyes are cold and undisturbed. He is the supreme ruler of the Immortal Realm, a being who lets nothing trouble his mind and believes himself entirely devoid of desire. Yet at this moment, as his gaze falls upon a certain corner of the mortal world below, the natal star mark on his forehead quietly ripples with a faint, subtle wave—one that even he has yet to notice.