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--- relics:longevous.disciple [2026/06/03 20:19] – [Body: Disciple's Dewy Feather Garb] anadmin
+++ relics:longevous.disciple [2026/06/04 11:14] (current) – [Head: Disciple's Prosthetic Eye] anadmin
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 > An ingenium eye that once belonged to someone. After being expelled from its owner's body, it is now completely useless.
-In the dim, chaotic dreamscape, she always dreamed of the brightness she had seen in those few days. Thousands of acres of eucalyptus trees swayed gently, and petals fluttered in the breeze. The indigo waves beat against the rocks and turned into scattering white jade. Flying birds spread their silver wings and disappeared into the green bamboo forest.
+In the dim, chaotic dreamscape, she[(aka Dan Shu.)] always dreamed of the brightness she had seen in those few days. Thousands of acres of eucalyptus trees swayed gently, and petals fluttered in the breeze. The indigo waves beat against the rocks and turned into scattering white jade. Flying birds spread their silver wings and disappeared into the green bamboo forest.
 She was always searching for someone else in her dreams, the one who should have enjoyed the scenery with her.
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 But all she could see was a blurry figure. She remembered clearly the short, silky hair and the eyes like black jade stones, but her memories were faded into a maze constructed by her nervous system, and she always woke up with a start just before seeing the face clearly. In a daze, she touched her prosthetic eye that had caused her so much pain. With the help of the false eye, she no longer needed to piece together a blurry figure by sound, smell, and touch.
-"It's no longer of use," said the Emanator of the Ruin Author. She heard the sound of the swaying hand fan and the flitting laughter of the Emanator. "Soon, you'll be able to see everything you want to see — with your own eyes."
+"It's no longer of use," said the Emanator[(aka Phantylia.)] of the Ruin Author[(aka Nanook.)]. She heard the sound of the swaying hand fan and the flitting laughter of the Emanator. "Soon, you'll be able to see everything you want to see — with your own eyes."
 "This is my own eye," she chuckled. "Besides, never will I have the chance to see the scenery it once witnessed again."
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 > A pair of silk boots with soles as thin as cicada's wings. Its owner must not have walked on their feet for a long time.
+Whenever she detaches herself from the grasp of gravity and levitates to display celestial traces to the faithful, she can't help but think of an ancient legend from the Primeval Imperium —
+"There once was a practitioner of immortal arts who had some success in their pursuit. They walked on the earth, employing the essence of its leylines to perform a myriad of miraculous techniques. The practitioner then attempted to take to the skies to be among the stars, but found that they had long since drifted away from the earth's leylines, and eventually fell into the abyss of death."
+However, she believes the current situation is different. The Xianzhou had no roots. It was the Ambrosial Arbor that gave it a connection and a co-existence with the Aeon of Abundance, tying it tightly together with the immaculate pure land promised by Yaoshi. But now, the traitors have severed the connection to the way of immortality, making the Xianzhou once again a precarious island floating rootless in space.
+The false earth on the Xianzhou cannot give her strength. The roots she seeks are not under her feet, but in the bottomless chasm between stars. She will lead the disciples to give the Ambrosial Arbor a second life and embrace the supreme grace of Abundance.
+Floating above thousands of people, clad in boots light as silk, she declares in a resounding voice, "When you look up at me, what you see is not me, but the celestial and elevated position that should have belonged to you."