The universe is vast, so vast that any plane within it is as insignificant as a grain of sand. Planes are complex, so complex that even the most powerful cultivators cannot fathom all the mysteries of even the smallest plane. The Great Dao is eternal, so ancient that even the oldest scriptures cannot trace its origins. Yet the wisdom of sentient beings is boundless. They have constructed unparalleled architectural splendors, devised unprecedented magical arts, and reveled in unmatched opulence... Indeed, when they gaze upon the flickering stars in the heavens, they can divine intricate, ineffably mysterious destinies woven from countless threads. Such formidable power resides solely with the Guardians of the Planes. No Guardian of the Plane would deny that, no matter which plane they inhabited, the sky they gazed upon was always the same-and the stars that shone and faded were eternally identical.
