2 Millions of years later, a new down in mortal realm.
Shengtian Qianli, "Fountain Lake of Divine Reversal 神返泉湖 (Shénfǎn Quánhú)."
The "Fountain Lake of Divine Reversal" lies nestled amidst a lush, secluded valley, veiled by ethereal mists that dance upon the water's surface. The lake, embraced by towering ancient trees and vibrant flora, The fountain flows at its own pace, emits an otherworldly luminescence, casting a soft, celestial glow across the tranquil surroundings.
At dawn, delicate rays of sunlight pierce through the emerald canopy, painting a mesmerizing array of colors upon the lake's shimmering surface. The air is perfumed with the sweet scent of blooming celestial lotuses, their petals adorning the water's edge with a kaleidoscope of hues.
Legends whisper of this mystical lake as the gateway between realms—a sacred space where immortals prepare for their earthly trials. Here, celestial beings partake in solemn rituals, meditating upon the reflective waters, their visage blurred between mortal and divine as they embrace the imminent journey to the mortal realm.
A celestial world bathed in ethereal light, where everything glistened with an otherworldly radiance.The heavenly realm stretched out in endless, rolling landscapes of pure, iridescent beauty.The inhabitants of this divine realm moved with grace and luminous elegance, their existence seemingly untouched by mortal concerns.
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As she made her first appearance in the heavenly realm, she was a vision of radiant beauty, her presence rivaling the celestial surroundings. Clad in robes of gossamer fabric that shimmered with a soft, celestial glow, her flowing auburn hair danced with the whispers of a gentle breeze.
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Yet, her initial moments in this divine place were far from serene. She stood at the heavenly threshold, a look of unwavering determination on her face, her voice echoing through the heavenly halls as she created a tumultuous fuss. She vehemently protested, refusing to accept her fate of being sent to the mortal realm.
"No, I don't want to go to mortal world."She exhibited a steadfast refusal to comply with any demands." her arguments echoing like a discordant note in an otherwise harmonious choir of celestial beings. In this moment, it was clear that she possessed a spirited resolve, unyielding in the face of Heavenly decisions.
"Your Highness, this is something we cannot stop, even if I sacrifice my millions of years of clouds under the Heavenly Emperor. We are powerless, you must understand this." The Fairy of Clouds Yun Ling looked at Ye zhi, MengJing for seeking confirmation "Right or not?" They also nodded their heads.
"Aunt Yun, why must I face such tribulations from the start? I don't understand, what have I done to deserve this fate? Ah, ha, ha, ah …" She flailed her legs and threw her head back, sobbing like a baby who lost her candy.
"Your Highness, don't cry, don't cry, your beautiful face will become swollen," Ye Zhi said, trying to comfort her.
"Tsk, huh! Zhi Zhi, she's sad, can't you be more serious in this situation?" MengJing said, frowning.
"Aahahahaaha, no one understands me, ahahaaa, Bai Shi, why are you so dumb?" Chan Juan said to Ye Zhi, laughing hysterically.
"Your Highness, don't be childish. His Majesty has the wisdom. Once he made this decision to send you to the mortal realm, I'm sure he made this decision for your own good," Cloud fairy Yun Ling said.
"For my good? Can't you see? I'm afraid of the mortal realm. I don't like the mortal realm. Even if I had to go to the Memory Loss River, I would go there, but not to the mortal realm," Chan Juan said, making a pout.
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"Is my beloved daughter going to upset me?"
As the heavenly emperor stepped into view, the very air quivered with reverence, and the celestial beings, in humble deference, knelt before their divine ruler. His presence was a living testament to the grandeur of the heavenly realm.
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"Father, is it true that you have bestowed upon me a mortal tribulation?" Chan Juan said, holding Ming Guan's hands.
"That's right. I heard you say that you don't want to go through tribulations. Is that true?" the Heavenly Emperor asked.
"Father, I know it's important, and I appreciate your guidance, but I truly love it here in the heavenly____In the midst of her sentence, another voice abruptly interjected, stealing the last words from her lips. It was as if the unfinished line hung in the air, suspended by the interruption, leaving a sense of suspense and intrigue in its wake.
The heavenly emperor, with gentleness and persuasive grace, addressed his beloved daughter. "My dearest daughter, I understand your reluctance to leave the heavenly realm. It is indeed a place of unparalleled beauty and serenity. But there are experiences and lessons that only the mortal world can offer."
Chan Juan, her eyes filled with hesitation, replied, "Father, I've always been content here. Why must I leave now?"
The heavenly emperor, his voice a soothing melody, continued, "Life in the mortal realm is a unique opportunity for growth and empathy. It's a chance to understand the struggles, aspirations, and fleeting moments of human existence. By venturing there, you can bring a touch of our celestial grace to the mortal world, and in turn, learn the value of humility and compassion."
In thoughtful contemplation, Chan Juan mused, "But won't I be leaving behind everything I've ever known?"
The heavenly emperor, his gaze tender and unwavering, assured her, "You will always be a part of our celestial realm, my child, and we will welcome you back when your journey is complete. The mortal world is not a farewell but a temporary sojourn. Embrace it with an open heart, and you'll return with a wealth of experiences that will enrich your spirit and our heavenly home."
Finally, with a sense of trust and determination, Chan Juan responded, "I trust your wisdom, Father. I will go to the mortal world and make the most of this opportunity."
The heavenly emperor's smile radiated warmth as he concluded, "That's my wise and courageous daughter. Your presence in the mortal world will undoubtedly be a beacon of light and goodness. You carry our love with you always."
The heavenly emperor, pride and concern interwoven in his voice, responded with paternal reassurance, "My dearest child, your path may be uncertain, but you go with a heart full of love and determination. You will find your way, and you won't be alone. The love that guides you will be your compass, and you'll meet kindred spirits along the way. Remember, you always carry the grace of the heavenly realm within you."
Chan Juan, tears glistening in her eyes, replied with deep emotion, "I'll hold those words close, Father. This journey is for love, and I hope that love will light my way."
With those words etched in her heart, Chan Juan stepped away from the heavenly realm towards the mortal realm's shimmering lake.
She quaffed the memory forgetting water in one gulp.
The celestial light began to fade, and her past recollections slowly dissipated, making way for a new chapter filled with both trepidation and the promise of love and adventure in the world of mortals.
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Chan Juan, her heart heavy with both apprehension and determination, spoke to herself in a hushed tone, "Today, I bid farewell to my beloved father, to this ethereal realm that has been my home. I'm venturing into the unknown, to an unfamiliar place, to live among people I've never met. Father, will I be alone in this mortal world?" As she says the word of her last Line she closed her eyes.
The Cloud Fairy Yun Ling, Ye Zhi, MengJing they said together ------ "Your Highness, Chan Juan, we bid you farewell as you depart for the Mortal Realm. We hope you will accomplish your task and come back to us soon.
Mortal Realm, Jiangzhen Lan.
"The morning sun climbed into the cerulean sky, painting the world with its golden hues. Its warm rays caressed the earth, and a gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blossoms on the wind. The landscape came alive with vibrant colors, as nature's palette burst into full bloom. Birds sang in harmonious jubilation, their melodies dancing through the air. It was a day where the very essence of life seemed to shimmer, and the world basked in the embrace of a benevolent sun."
In the golden embrace of that sunny day, a baby girl came into the world, her first cries filling a quiet corner of the mortal realm.
Amid the hushed anticipation, the room was suddenly filled with the plaintive cry of the newborn, a fragile yet powerful sound.
She was laying on the bed after giving birth to her, exhausted but elated. She was wearing a white hospital gown, stained with blood and sweat. Her face was radiant with joy and love, her lips curved into a gentle smile. Her expression was one of wonder and gratitude, as she gazed at the miracle in her arms. The mother, her eyes brimming with tears and exhilaration, whispered with a voice full of awe, "There she is, our precious one!"
The father,Chan Muchi has lean build and a friendly face. Who likes to wear half-sleeved shirts and jeans,overwhelmed with emotion, could hardly contain his joy as he said, "A beautiful baby girl!"
The baby's cries continued, an audible testament to her arrival, marking her first breath in the world beyond the womb.
The grandmother, her white hair neatly tied in a bun, smiled tenderly at the newborn baby. Her eyes moist with joyful tears, she leaned in and softly cooed, "Welcome to the world, sweetie!" Her wrinkled face expressed a mixture of love, pride, and happiness, as she gently stroked the baby's cheek with her finger.
The elder sister, a five-year-old with bright yellow eyes and two pigtails, gazed at the newborn with a mix of curiosity and unease. Her small nose wrinkled and her mouth formed a pout, as she felt a twinge of jealousy and resentment. With an innocence born of youth, she couldn't help but wonder aloud, "Who is she? Stealing my parents?"
Aunts, uncles, and siblings gathered around, their voices forming a chorus of celebration and welcome, while the baby's cries gradually evolved into a symphony of life and love, enveloping the room in a profound sense of new beginnings.
As the family gathered around the newborn, there was a shared sense of joy and anticipation. They began to discuss possible names for the baby, a decision that would shape her identity and legacy in the mortal realm. The room buzzed with suggestions, each name carrying its own significance and sentiment.
The father, his eyes gleaming with happiness, suggested, "How about Bai Huan?" His proposal was met with laughter, as everyone in the room knew he had a history of questionable naming choices.
Auntie, with a twinkle in her eye, then proposed, "How about Mingyue, which means 'moon'?" However, the consensus in the room was that it was a common name, and they sought something more unique.
Then, a wise old lady, who was assumed to be the grandmother, gracefully stepped forward. With a serene smile, she looked at the newborn and said, "She looks like the elegant moon, shining light in darkness. Her name can be Chan Juan, which means 'shining in darkness' and 'elegant moon'." The room fell silent for a moment as her words resonated, and one by one, they nodded in agreement. Chan Juan, a name filled with grace and meaning, was chosen for the newest member of the family.
At the tender age of five, Chan Juan sat on a small wooden stool by the doorway, her gaze fixed on the rainy world outside. She watched with a sense of wonder and curiosity as the raindrops danced and played in the cloudy sky. The pitter-patter of rain on the roof was like a soothing melody that seemed to resonate with something deep within her.
In her small hands, she held a biscuit, nibbling on it thoughtfully while sipping water from a glass. There was a subtle sense of contemplation in her eyes, a feeling that she couldn't quite put into words, even to herself.
As she savored the simple pleasure of biscuits and water, the sound of rain enveloping her, it was as though she was on the cusp of understanding something profound, something that eluded the comprehension of a child but tugged at the strings of her heart. It was a moment of quiet reflection in the midst of the rain's gentle embrace, a pause in the flow of time where a young soul pondered the mysteries of the world.
Her elder sister, noticing Chan Juan's contemplative moment, approached with a warm smile. "Do you want to play with your dolls?" she asked.
Chan Juan's eyes lit up, and she nodded enthusiastically. "Yes," she replied, eager to embrace the simple joys of childhood and share in the imaginative world of play with her sister.
With the help of her aunt's tailor shop, Chan Juan had a treasure trove of fabrics at her disposal. She loved collecting various types of cloth, each with its own unique texture and pattern. It was a world of possibilities for her creativity.
Today, she decided it was time to make a new dress for her beloved doll, Ani. As she opened the box filled with an array of colorful fabrics, her eyes sparkled with excitement. She carefully sifted through the fabrics, feeling the softness of some and the crispness of others, until she found the perfect piece.
In her hands, she held a beautiful, flowery fabric, and she knew it would make the perfect dress for Ani. With eager determination, Chan Juan set to work, cutting, stitching, and crafting a lovely new outfit for her cherished doll. It was a labor of love, and with each careful stitch, she poured her affection into this special creation for Ani.
With the dress for Ani taking shape in her skilled hands, Chan Juan looked down at her cherished doll and asked with a warm smile, "Do you like it, Ani?"
Though Ani remained silent, her beaming button eyes seemed to gleam with approval, and Chan Juan knew, in the world of imagination and love between a child and her doll, the unspoken connection spoke volumes.
Chan Juan's elder sister, Chan Chun Hua, had a penchant for playing imaginative games with her younger sibling. On this day, she proposed, "Let's play dolls getting married game."
Chan Juan, who was inquisitive and candid, responded with genuine curiosity, "What is marriage?"
Chan Chun Hua, not realizing her little sister's innocence, replied a bit exasperatedly, "Everyone gets married, don't you know that? Fool!"
Chan Juan, unfazed by the remark, retorted with a childlike sincerity, "How am I supposed to know?"
"Tsk, drop the fact. Fool." Chun Hua said.
The exchange between the two sisters was marked by the innocence of youth and the generation gap that separated them, yet it was also a glimpse into the different perspectives they held.
In the glow of youthful imagination, Chan Juan and her elder sister, Chan Chun Hua, embarked on a playful adventure, creating a wedding ceremony for their cherished dolls.
Chan Juan, with her creative spirit, had meticulously designed a radiant red wedding dress for her beloved doll, Ani. The gown was adorned with delicate, handcrafted jewelry made from tiny stones, and it glistened with a child's version of elegance and charm. The groom, on the other hand, was dressed in a crisp white kurta, symbolizing the essence of purity and tradition.
The dolls were transformed into the bride and groom, ready to embark on their imaginary journey into matrimony. With a sprinkle of rose petals and a miniature red car, the wedding venue took form. The groom, with the promise of love and commitment, arrived at the venue, greeted by the delighted sisters and their assembled guests.
In a delightful mimicry of a wedding ceremony, the bride played the role of the shy and blushing maiden. They exchanged playful vows and, with solemnity beyond their years, even drafted a whimsical marriage contract, sealing their dolls' union with laughter and joy.
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