Ten years ago, the Sky Sword Special Criminal Investigation Team was disbanded. Ten years later, a bizarre case brought Yaoguang back into the public eye. Yaoguang said, “The perpetrator may be human, or may not be. If humans commit the crime, it is not my concern; if it is not humans, then it falls to me. Now that I have returned, what harm is there in guarding the world for another century?”
Yaoguang stood atop Phoenix Divine Mountain, gazing at the undulating peaks in the distance. She took a deep breath, feeling as though she could never get enough of this view: far-off ranges capped with layers of snow, lush green trees nearby providing cool shade, elegant pavilions and winding paths leading to hidden corners, and a spirit spring waterfall that had plunged unceasingly for a thousand years, cascading for three thousand feet. All manner of birds soared together, myriad beasts possessed intelligence. How did the mortal world describe this place? An immortal realm, or perhaps a hidden paradise. Indeed, this was Phoenix Spiritual Mountain, a world concealed beyond the dust of mortals—a realm where Yaoguang was sovereign. Everything here was under her command; she loved this place, cherished it, and did not wish to leave.
Yet as long as she remained within the cycle of reincarnation, she could never escape the feeling of being at the mercy of greater forces. The letter in her hand was nearly crushed by her grip. She had not opened it since receiving it, yet she already knew its contents—Xuanchen was pestering her again, finally unable to endure. By her estimation, it had been ten years since her departure. Back then, a certain case had left indelible wounds on her body and spirit, a thorn that had tormented her for years and still choked her breath. Yet, after that, the world did grow much quieter. But even after ten years, what was destined to come would eventually arrive.
Lost in her thoughts, she was startled when the spirit child approached from