In the bustling and noisy modern metropolis of Lancheng, there lived a young girl named Su Yao. She was tall, with a cascade of glossy black hair usually tied back in a casual ponytail. Her expressive eyes radiated a passion for life and an insatiable curiosity about the unknown. Su Yao was an illustrator who loved using her paintbrush to depict the fantastical and brilliant worlds of her imagination.
On a night of torrential rain, while sorting through some old belongings, Su Yao happened to stumble upon a dust-covered wooden box. The box was carved with bizarre patterns that seemed to whisper of ancient tales. Curious, she opened the lid to find a yellowed book resting quietly inside. Its cover bore mysterious symbols and emanated an ancient, enigmatic aura. The moment Su Yao's finger touched the book, a blinding flash of light erupted. Everything went black, and she lost consciousness.
When Su Yao finally regained consciousness, she found herself in a bizarre forest. The sky possessed dreamlike hues, with multicolored clouds drifting slowly overhead. The towering trees were dense, their trunks shimmering with a faint glow, and their leaves took on eccentric shapes—some resembled twinkling stars, while others mirrored fluttering butterflies. Su Yao stood up, a mixture of shock and curiosity churning in her chest. She realized she had arrived in an entirely different world.
Chapter 115