The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

That night, the heart of the ocean recognized its master.

In that instant, the sky and the deep sea of ​​Mirror Water Spirit Continent, thousands of miles away, trembled simultaneously.

The Holy Temple of the Moon Weaving Sea Kingdom trembled violently, and from the depths of the temple, a ten-thousand-foot-long icy blue light shot into the sky, piercing straight into the heavens!

The light burst forth.

Wherever the light reached, the entire Lingzhou sea area was enveloped in a silvery-blue aurora.

The seawater froze, and the sound of the tide ceased.

The vast expanse of waves, as if bathed in moonlight, transformed into an endless, crystal-clear mirror.

The sky and the sea merge into one, making it impossible to distinguish where the sky ends and the abyss begins.

"Look! The temple is glowing!"

"A miracle, a miracle!"

"Exactly the same miracle as twenty years ago..."

Countless people looked up at the sky.

The people of the sea flocked to the sky to worship the divine miracle.

The fish in the coral reef stopped swimming and hung suspended in the water, as if they were frozen in place.

The shipwrecks on the seabed, the relics that have remained motionless for millennia, are now all coated with a layer of ethereal blue.

Deep within Zonglan Terrace, seven figures simultaneously opened their eyes.

Those were the seven reclusive elders of the Weaving Moon Sea Kingdom, who guarded the Zonglan Platform and never stepped out.

At this moment, their aged faces were filled with indescribable shock and disbelief.

"This is--"

The Grand Elder suddenly stood up.

The jade slip in his hand fell to the ground and shattered on the white jade floor.

He was completely unaware, staring blankly at the vast expanse of icy blue outside the window, tears glistening on his aged face.

"Holy Light".

His voice trembled, as if it were being squeezed out from deep within his chest.

"It's holy light..."

"Our true royal family of Zhiyue has appeared in the world!"

The Second Elder suddenly grabbed the coral armrest beside him, his knuckles turning white and veins bulging.

His voice rose, filled with suppressed excitement and ecstasy:

"It's our little emperor...it must be her! She's alive! She's alive!"

The Third Elder knelt on the ground, bowing deeply towards the direction of the light.

His silvery-white beard shimmered under the aurora, his forehead pressed against the cold ground, his shoulders trembling violently.

That trembling contained restraint and anticipation.

His voice was choked with sobs, almost breaking:

"The Heart of the Vast Ocean can only be recognized as a master by the direct descendants of the Moon Clan... Twenty years have passed, a full twenty years..."

The Fourth Elder strode to the center of the hall and ripped open the silk gauze covering the jade tablet.

That layer of gauze was woven from deep-sea ice silkworm silk, and had been untouched for many years, covered with the dust of time.

Now that it has been lifted, dust scatters and flies everywhere, swirling in the icy blue light.

The long-sealed imperial genealogy lay there quietly.

On the yellowed page, a line of gilded characters remains as clear as ever:

Moon weaves snow.

The three characters were written neatly and legibly, each stroke as if it had just been painted.

"She has always been the new emperor of our Moon-Weaving Sea Kingdom."

The Fourth Elder's voice was soft, yet he spoke each word deliberately, as if stating an undeniable fact.

In that voice was an unwavering belief.

"Always."

The Fifth Elder stood by the window, gazing at the overwhelming aurora borealis, and suddenly whispered:

"But now, it is the Star Encounter Sea Emperor who rules the Sea Kingdom."

The hall fell silent suddenly.

That silence concealed an undercurrent of confrontation, a tension that remained unspoken.

The silence was so deep and heavy, like a reef that had been submerged at the bottom of the sea for thousands of years, making it hard to breathe.

"Oh--"

The Sixth Elder broke the silence with a cold laugh.

The laughter concealed a hidden anger, a rage that had been suppressed for years, and a hatred that had kept him tossing and turning through countless nights.

"Xingyu? That brat! He's nothing but a usurper who stole the throne."

He spoke each word as if carving characters on stone with a knife:

"Having sat on that throne for so many years, does he really think it's his?"

The Seventh Elder slowly stood up.

His movements were slow, yet carried an undeniable weight. His gaze swept over the crowd, landing on the Grand Elder, his eyes filled with inquiry, expectation, and a hint of eager anticipation.

"All these years, we've fought against Tianxingque for so long, isn't this the day we've all been waiting for?"

His voice was steady, yet it carried the fire of ashes.

"Isn't the whole point to wait for the young emperor's return and set things right?"

The Grand Elder did not speak immediately.

He simply gazed out the window at the aurora borealis, at the icy blue light that pierced through the deep sea and illuminated the entire ocean.

The light fell on his aged face, reflecting the deep longing hidden in his eyes.

That expectation was like a lamp, never going out in the darkness.

a long time.

He turned around.

Those eyes, which had been cloudy for many years, were now surprisingly bright.

His eyes shone as brightly as when he first took charge of Zonglan Terrace in his youth, as if flames were burning in his eyes.

"It's hard to guarantee that Xingyu won't—"

Some people hesitated.

"Is there any guarantee he won't stop it?"

The elder took over the conversation, and a sharp edge suddenly appeared in his aged voice.

That sharp edge finally broke free of its sheath.

"Then let's see who has the better methods."

He paused, a very faint smile appearing on his lips.

It conceals the sharpness honed over many years.

It contains countless chess games that have been repeatedly rehearsed over the night.

It holds the certainty that today we can finally make our move.

"Twenty years. His Majesty has been away from home for far too long..."

He looked up, his gaze sweeping past the silvery-blue aurora outside the window and landing on the distant Tianxing Palace.

That place is the palace of the usurper.

"Prepare His Majesty's ceremonial regalia."

His voice was deep and steady, like the undercurrent of the deep sea, calm on the surface but containing a power that could devour everything.

"Lead the royal guard of the Sea Kingdom and set off immediately."

He paused.

Every word seemed designed to be etched into the very bones and blood of every person:

"Let's go pick her up and take her home."

Seven figures stood up simultaneously.

Outside Zonglan Terrace, the aurora borealis still enveloped the entire Lingzhou sea area.

That is the light of the heart of the vast ocean.

That was the light of the moon weaving snow.

That is--

The Kingdom of Zhiyue has waited for the light for countless years.

In the Weaving Moon Sea Kingdom, in the Cloud Veil Ferry Forbidden Zone, a magnificent and exquisite crystal palace stands atop the azure waves.

A woman sat on the rocks in front of the temple.

She was once the most beautiful queen of the Moon Clan.

Twenty years ago, she was the most dazzling pearl of the Moon Weaving Sea Kingdom, an existence that countless sea creatures looked up to.

Her smile could illuminate the deep sea, and her eyes shone brighter than the most precious gems.

But now—

Her hair was disheveled, she was dressed in thin clothes, and sat barefoot on the cold rocks, completely unaware of the chill.

She tilted her head back.

He stared intently at the overwhelming layer of icy blue aurora in the sky.

The light pierced through the deep sea and fell into her murky eyes, but it couldn't illuminate her spirit at all.

Her eyes were as empty as two dry wells, no longer able to hold any light.

He held a swaddled baby tightly in his arms.

The swaddling clothes were empty, and the silk gauze at the corners was worn and tattered, yet she still held the baby so tightly.

It was held so tightly, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

It was so tight, as if if you let go, you would lose it forever.

Her lips moved slightly as she murmured something.

Her voice was hoarse yet gentle, just like before, when she held that tiny baby and softly hummed a lullaby under the moonlight.

"Zhibao... Mother's Zhibao..."

"Don't be afraid, Zhibao... Mommy is holding you..."

She gently rocked the empty swaddling clothes in her arms.

a bit.

Another one.

Just like every day and night for the past twenty years.