Four stars pierced through the barriers between realms, their trajectories splitting across the vast cultivation world like fate's threads unraveling.
The first star arced gracefully toward the Ascending Plateau Realm, its golden trail illuminating the perpetual mists that shrouded the Beast Tamer's Sect. As its light dimmed to a mere ember, it descended through ancient barriers that had protected the sect for millennia. The star disappeared without sound or fanfare, and remarkably, no alarm bells rang—as if the realms themselves had granted it passage into this sacred ground.
The remaining three stars scattered across the Profound Valley, each choosing its own path through the night sky. They pierced through generations-old protective arrays as if they were nothing more than morning dew.
