The branches quivered, the endless leaves and stems clamored, giving off a sound akin to a mournful tide.
And in that first instant of the heavens' sorrow resounding through the earth, all the stars on the heavenly dome disintegrated, transforming into pure light, turning into wandering phantom stars and strange radiances, freely painting peculiar patterns upon the cloud-laden sky, sketching out primordial mysterious totems.
This totem itself contains myriad Stars within, outwardly manifesting endless phenomena, and all the light and patterns, stars and clouds, clearly signify one undeniable fact.
[——Heavenly Mandate——]
——Thus it is time, the great mandate of heaven returns to the world!
All who gained Fate Patterns from the prior phenomena were briefly stripped of their Fate Patterns and sensing abilities at that instant. They had just caught sight of the light only to lose it abruptly, akin to a blind person regaining sight then having their eyes covered.
