As thunder rolled and lightning struck the mountain peaks, Liu Buqun and Xu Caitong finally reached the summit. “Have we reached the immortal mountain?” Xu Caitong asked, dazed, standing at the top of the mountain. “Yes, the immortal mountain,” Liu Buqun replied. Amidst the drifting clouds, the lightning continued to strike, creating craters as if to bear witness to this world-altering event, each crater emitting smoke. In a trance, the mountain was no longer just a mountain; before them stretched the vast expanse of ancient times, with ethereal heavens and earth. Mo Xie and Zi Yue embraced, gazing into the ancient, vast mist.
Suddenly, Xu Caitong saw Zi Yue leaning on the railing, looking into the distance, waiting for Mo Xie who had gone to open the heavens and had not returned for a long time. She yearned and prayed to the gods of all directions, hoping for Mo Xie’s safe return. A faint wisp of incense rose as Zi Yue waited, leaning on the rail. “Zi Yue.” It was Mo Xie’s voice, how much longing was conveyed in that call? Zi Yue, half surprised and half delighted, looked towards the sound, only to see a burly figure faintly visible through the murky fog within the golden halo – Mo Xie? “Mo Xie.” Zi Yue, overjoyed, stepped down from the corridor, rushed out of the Purple Star Palace, and approached the golden halo.
