The celestial realm unfolded before Li Wei and his companions like an otherworldly tapestry.
Celestial structures rose like crystalline spires, and ethereal mists danced in intricate patterns across the sky.
The air was suffused with celestial energy, tingling on their skin like a gentle caress.
Li Wei's heart swelled with awe, and a profound sense of purpose settled upon him.
He knew that within this celestial domain lay the answers they sought—the true purpose of the artifact and the path to restoring balance between the realms.
Meng Xiu led them through the celestial realm, guiding them toward the Celestial Archive—a repository of ancient wisdom guarded by celestial sages.
"The Celestial Archive holds the knowledge of eons," Meng Xiu explained.
"It is said that the answers to your questions reside within its hallowed halls."
As they approached the Celestial Archive, an imposing structure of celestial jade, they were met by the enigmatic Celestial Sages.
These wise beings radiated celestial energy, their eyes seeming to pierce through the veil of reality and into the depths of one's soul.
Li Wei felt humbled in the presence of such profound wisdom.
The Celestial Sages spoke with voices that echoed like celestial bells, their words carrying a weight that transcended time itself.
"To understand the artifact's purpose, you must first understand your celestial heritage," one of the sages intoned.
"It is the key that unlocks the true potential of the artifact."
Zhu Jiao, always curious and eager to learn, asked, "What is my celestial heritage?"
The sage smiled gently. "You are a fox spirit—a being of celestial essence tasked with safeguarding the balance between mortals and immortals. Your spirit is intertwined with the celestial energies that flow through the realms."
Zhu Jiao's eyes widened with wonder, and she felt a deeper connection to her true nature.
Li Wei's turn came next, and the sage regarded him with a knowing gaze. "Your celestial heritage runs deep," the sage said.
"You are descended from a lineage of celestial warriors—a chosen guardian destined to bridge the realms."
As Li Wei absorbed this revelation, he felt a surge of pride and determination. He understood now that his destiny was intertwined with the artifact's true purpose.
Guo Xun, too, learned of his celestial heritage—the convergence of mortal and celestial fates that had brought him to this pivotal moment.
With newfound clarity, Li Wei asked the Celestial Sages about the artifact's purpose.
"The artifact is a conduit of celestial energy," one sage began,
"a bridge that connects the realms. But it can also be a weapon of destruction in the wrong hands."
Li Wei nodded, understanding the delicate balance they must maintain.
"The artifact's power must be harnessed with virtue and selflessness," another sage added.
"Only then can it fulfill its true purpose—to restore harmony and uphold the cosmic order."
As they departed the Celestial Archive, Li Wei and his companions carried the weight of their celestial heritage with newfound determination.
But their moment of enlightenment was cut short by an unexpected turn of events.
A celestial tempest began to brew in the skies above, dark clouds coiling like a malevolent serpent.
The enigmatic figure from before—the one cloaked in ancient malevolence—revealed themselves, their presence more sinister than ever.
"I see you have found the Celestial Archive," the figure sneered.
"But your journey ends here!"
The skies crackled with celestial energy, and the celestial realm trembled as the malevolent figure unleashed their power