The Ansha Awakes
The Celestial Realm stretched beyond comprehension, a vast expanse of floating islands, glittering stars, and cosmic winds that swirled in endless loops. The light of distant suns refracted into fragments that danced across the void, casting a serene glow upon everything. Yet serenity here was deceptive. The air vibrated with the weight of ancient power.
On one of the largest islands, the Ansha sat, cross-legged, his blue robe flowing as if moved by some unseen current. He exuded a calm that contradicted the quiet storm of power around him. Though he appeared motionless, every atom of the realm seemed to pulse in rhythm with his heartbeat, as if acknowledging the presence of a being who existed beyond time.
A lady appeared, her steps light yet purposeful. Her eyes held reverence and concern. "Master," she said, "it has been a century since you withdrew from the world. What will you do now?"
The Ansha's eyes opened slowly, reflecting the light of distant stars. "Nothing," he said, his voice calm but heavy, like the weight of mountains.
The lady's expression faltered. "But… Nem attacked Mi-An, pretending to be you. Xiao Yan is approaching with immortals and the god-destroying sword. Won't you intervene?"
The Ansha exhaled, a breath that seemed to stir the cosmos itself. "I have heard you. Go."
Time warped around him as a memory surged, dragging him ten thousand years into the past.