「On Guanxian Island.」
Ji Xichan sat with her eyes closed in meditation. Behind her, the translucent, illusory figure of a Divine Maiden quietly materialized.
The Divine Maiden's robes fluttered as if in a celestial breeze, her posture graceful and otherworldly. A lustrous glow circulated around her, casting a light that made Ji Xichan's profile look even more refined and ethereal.
Wherever the divine light fell, the flowers and grasses around her swayed. At times they grew wildly, only to wither and crumble into dust moments later. Yet, from the ashes of their decay, new buds would break through the soil, beginning the cycle anew, life unending.
The cycles of life and death intertwined, playing out like a profound and mystical melody of the Dao.
Suddenly, the corner of Ji Xichan's brow twitched as if she sensed something. Her thoughts, which had drifted into an ethereal state, slowly returned to her body.
