[Age 30: Thirteen years since the Third Abundance War. A mere blink for Xianzhou natives. Over these decades, the Alliance's verdict on you has oscillated between execution demands and calls to free their hero.]
[Yet you remain indifferent, dwelling in the courtyard with your peach tree and your heart's anchor.]
[Wu Ye's reforging nears completion. After decades of preparation, only the final step remains.]
"Don't move!"
Spring breezes carried petals into Fu Xuan's hair.
She straddled a reclining An Ming, razor in hand, lips pursed as she steadied his jaw. After rinsing his face with mountain spring water, she tossed him a towel and held up a mirror. "Well?"
"Xuan'er's skills are peerless."
An Ming studied his matured reflection, still disoriented by years of seclusion. Rising, he now towered over Fu Xuan—a fact she'd complained about for years, joking she looked like his daughter.
"Jing Yuan hasn't summoned you?"
"Th-This one knows the optimal return window. Divinations fluctuate. Premature returns are… ill-advised."
Fu Xuan coughed, donning her Seer's dignity. Obviously she wasn't lingering for personal reasons! She needed the Decaluminous Array!
Official business. Definitely.
She recalled Qingque's brazen question during her last Luofu visit: "Seer, why doesn't our 'shigong' visit?" Fu Xuan had buried the impertinent disciple under a mountain of divination tomes.
Her mantra—"Romance impedes prognostication"—had since justified delegating a year's paperwork to Qingque.
Fu Xuan rarely dreamed of that apocalyptic vision now. Not because she doubted it, but because she'd stopped caring.
Why let future sorrows poison present joy?
With An Ming beside her, this was her happy ending.
She cherished their secluded life—watching petals bloom and fall, year after year. As Luofu's Seer, she pre-calculated months of affairs via third eye and Omniscia Spheres before "temporarily" relocating to Yuque. Jing Yuan half-suspected she'd defected.
"Lunch will be ready when you return."
An Ming eyed her warily. If Fu Xuan's "temporary" stays grew any longer, he'd face a "friendly visit" from Jing Yuan and Yao Guang's enthusiastic disciplinary combo. Childhood memories of the red-haired general's "tough love" still haunted him.
"It won't take long," Fu Xuan lied. The Array awaited. "Wait for me. We'll cook together."
"I'll prep ingredients."
"Then… goodbye."
She paused at the gate, dashed back, pecked his cheek, and fled in a pink blur.
Decaluminous Array
Yao Guang awaited, gaze fixed on the hovering fractal geometry. "Lady Seer."
"General Yao Guang."
Fu Xuan's chest tightened. She hadn't returned since Jingtian's sacrifice. This place—where she'd learned divination as a child—now radiated only melancholy.
"The truth awaits within."
Nodding, Fu Xuan ascended familiar steps. The Array's barrier hummed to life, isolating her from the world.
Once the Alliance's pinnacle of prophecy, the Array now operated at a third of its former power without the Cloudgazer Mirror.
Transparent platforms lit beneath her feet, azure ripples marking her path. At the core, her third eye ignited—
—and the cosmos screamed.
Stellar diagrams cascaded upward like reverse waterfalls before plunging into an abyssal vortex. The Array's underbelly revealed a festering darkness no Seer had ever disclosed.
Agony seared Fu Xuan's mind. To gaze deeper invited annihilation. Yet this was Jingtian's burden—now hers.
Yuque's final secret.
Her third eye blazed defiantly.
In the void, emerald tendrils surged—vibrant, hungry.
Then…
Eyes.
Crimson orbs glowing amidst infinite green.
"—!"
Fu Xuan awoke drenched in sweat.
Abundance's roots.
How had Yaoshi's corruption infested Yuque's foundations?
Yao Guang stood impassive as the barrier dissolved. "You saw it."
"What is that?"
"Only a Seer can pierce the veil." His voice hardened. "The Calamity beneath Yuque."