Chapter 1: The Witch of Cuixi Plain

Chapter 1: The Witch of Emerald Creek Plains

After the war, everything was left in ruins.

The planet wept, life wailed, and civilization declined.

She collapsed before the grave of her last companion.

In the deep void, that azure planet, once the birthplace of so many miracles, had also become lifeless and stagnant.

"Are you alright?"

"Civilization has gone astray. In this catastrophe, not even the world itself could be spared.

I am truly sorry that I could not let you grow up safely on this vibrant land.

Fortunately, the strength I have left is enough to send you children with powerful souls away.

Go, Moran! Carry the brilliance of Blue Star civilization and my final blessing to a new world!"

"Can I come back? Is there any way to save you?"

"Take this. If one day you possess the power to save the world, it will guide you to find me on another timeline.

But remember, do not force it.

I exhausted the world's strength to send you away, not so that you would exhaust your lives running errands for a lost homeland.

As long as civilization does not perish, I shall not die.

Sleep now, my child. When you wake, you shall welcome a new life!"

……

Moran jolted awake from the nightmare.

Her purple eyes reflected the old attic ceiling, like brilliant stars in the deep void—mysterious and enchanting.

"Had that dream again," she murmured, touching the collar of her shirt, which was soaked with sweat.

Having transmigrated to the Valen world many years ago, the final memories of her past life had become her recurring nightmare.

When the end truly arrived, humanity had no Noah's Ark to take refuge in.

Instead, it was the battered and devastated Blue Star that used its final strength to send away those of them whose souls could withstand the journey across worlds.

It didn't even ask them to save the world; it only hoped they would travel far with the planet's memories and cherish their hard-won new lives.

If she hadn't asked that one extra question, Blue Star probably wouldn't have even told her how to save it.

In her past life, she had been an orphan with no kin. Struggling to survive in the wasteland to no avail, she had faced death calmly, having nothing to hold onto.

Yet, the image of that lifeless planet she saw at the end was deeply etched into her heart; no matter what, she could never forget it.

It shouldn't have ended like that.

It was humanity's war that destroyed it!

"The power to save the world..."

Moran was very fortunate and grateful that the Valen world had accepted her soul.

On the Blue Star of her past life, for a person to possess the power to save the world was like a fantasy.

But in Valen, a world filled with magic and miracles, it was not impossible.

Here, power belonged to the individual. All powerhouses who surpassed the peak level could reach a place called the Well of the Sky.

The Well of the Sky connected to other world dimensions, and Valen's powerhouses could travel to other worlds through it to obtain further advancement.

Although Moran was currently just a young witch who only knew about the magical world from the *Young Witch Series* and had not mastered any power, she firmly believed that one day, she would gain enough strength to reach the Well of the Sky and find the way back to Blue Star.

And today, her thirteenth birthday, was the beginning of her stepping into the magical world.

The admission letter from the Witch Academy would arrive on this day.

Moran had long coveted the magic possessed by Mama Shana.

Unfortunately, for a young witch under thirteen, rashly mobilizing the magic power in her bloodline would only damage her foundation.

But after today, everything would be different.

Thinking of this, she began to feel expectant.

Moran got up, folded her thin floral quilt, and stacked it at the end of the bed.

It was midsummer, and the sun had only just risen, yet the cool of the night had already dissipated, and the air was stiflingly hot.

The ice cubes Mama Shana had frozen in the bucket using a Freezing Spell had long since melted, leaving only water that was still slightly cool.

It was hard to say whether she had been woken up by the nightmare or by the heat.

Sweaty and feeling sticky, she took off her nightgown, dipped a towel into the cool water in the bucket, and wiped her body.

A warm breeze entered the room, blowing against her slightly damp skin, feeling cool.

Only her back and neck, where her fluffy, messy curly hair hung down, felt hot, like being covered by a thick, furry purple wool blanket.

She used her wet hands to smooth out her purple hair and braided it into a loose plait.

She pulled over a black hair ribbon from the head of the bed, tied the braid, let it hang casually over her chest, and wiped her chest and back once more.

She felt refreshed instantly.

She changed into a light dress and shuffled in her slippers to the window.

Pushing the window open, a humid, hot breeze rushed in—another clear, sunny day.

The sky over Emerald Creek Plains was as bright as ever.

In the distance, rivers crisscrossed, clear to the bottom.

The thick green meadows looked like an exquisite green carpet laid over the river.

By the river, Mama Shana was carrying a basket, picking up gifts sent by the nearby water birds.

The ground by the river was piled high with items; it looked like today's harvest was good.

Suddenly, a flash of golden light streaked across the sky, and in an instant, it was before her eyes—a paper bird covered in golden ink patterns.

Those golden ink patterns were even more dazzling than the summer sun.

Moran had seen such a scene countless times in the *Young Witch Series*.

The admission letter from the Witch Academy always arrived in the hands of a young witch in this way.

Moran reached out, and the paper bird landed on her palm, transforming into a letter.

The imprints of books, fireworks, and a golden pen on the envelope represented the master of the wilderness, the protector of witches—the Witch Queen.

The Witch Queen was born from among the witches, but she was different from them.

Not only did she possess magic power superior to ordinary magic, but she also had infinite potential for growth and unique innate abilities.

The witch clan had only produced three Witch Queens to date.

But it was these three Witch Queens who, one against many, conquered the wilderness from the various races of Valen and secured the ownership of the wilderness.

Witches scattered across various lands finally had their own territory.

The wilderness, under the protection of the Witch Queen, had leaped to become the fourth largest forbidden zone, following Heaven Mountain, the Abyss, and Dragon Island.

"Miss Moran, you have been granted admission to the Witch Academy. The entrance ceremony will be held at 8:00 PM three days from now (June 13th).

At that time, the admission letter imprint will automatically activate and take you to the Witch Academy. Please be prepared.

All learning and daily necessities during your time at school will be provided by the Witch Academy.

Additionally, please be sure to wear your school robes neatly when heading to the academy.

A set of school robes is included with this letter.

—Headmistress Amisha"

After reading the letter, the paper melted into her palm, turning into an envelope imprint.

Moran rubbed the emblem, and the letter appeared in her hand again; when she put it back, it turned into the imprint once more.

It was so magical that she couldn't help but repeatedly put it away and take it out, playing with it so happily that she didn't even notice Mama Shana had returned.

Seeing her daughter standing by the attic window, staring intently at her palm with a familiar motion, Shana couldn't help but smile.

Wasn't she exactly the same when she received her own admission letter?

She asked, "Little Moran! Has your admission letter arrived?"