Void.
Song Lin stood before a massive blazing fireball, holding the Ancient Green Candle Lamp as he continuously unleashed flames to refine the object before him.
In the sky, Yellow Turban Warriors, each towering a hundred zhang tall, were flying. Not far away, an Immortal Official utilized an array to summon meteors one after another.
The Yellow Turban Warriors carried these stones and hurled them into the great fireball.
This process lasted for a hundred years.
The fireball, with a diameter of two million miles, was in fact the sun forged by Song Lin.
What was once an empty void now contained numerous stars.
Beside Song Lin stood a charming young girl, adorable yet carrying a stern expression. Her slightly rounded face paired with such seriousness gave an unexpectedly amusing impression.
