Deep below the remnants of Star Constellation's tomb, behind a dream-wall sealed for ages, something blinked.
Not a beast. Not a soul.
A watcher.
The dream arrays twisted again. The Threadless Path had rewritten laws that had never been challenged.
And now, something beneath it stirred.
This presence did not belong to Star Constellation. It did not belong to Heaven's Will.
It was older.
It had no name left in the modern world.
But it watched Fang Yuan. Not through prophecy. Through recognition.
"He walks without tether. He cannot be drawn. He cannot be stopped."
For the first time in epochs, the eye wept—not tears, but shadow.
And far above, Star Constellation's broken fate threads shifted as if trying to escape.