Deep within Kunlun Mountain, far from the secular world, in a hidden abode, a blue-haired girl sat cross-legged. Her gentle, ethereal appearance masked a far less delicate reality; those who spoke with her quickly shed any illusions.
Her isolation wasn't solely due to her status in Kunlun.
"!!"
In the stillness of spring, meditating silently, she snapped her eyes open and leapt to her feet.
The heavens have spoken!
She rushed to seize an item—a bundle of wooden plaques inscribed with the eight trigrams: Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, Kun. Clutching them, she closed her eyes.
Woooom.
The air around her stirred with celestial energy, an indescribable current neither rising nor falling. Even in Kunlun, a land of Taoists seeking immortality close to the heavens, this was beyond mortal reach.
Crackle.
A streak of blue lightning struck her crown from the swirling celestial currents, dissipating instantly, leaving no trace.
