In the void, countless tiny points of light, like stars, slowly flowed and rotated, forming brilliant ribbons of a Star River.
In the distance, the colossal phantom of a star hung silently, emitting a soft and ancient halo.
A sense of tranquility—grand, distant, as if he were at the very source of the universe—enveloped him, a stark contrast to the scene of destruction on the Trial Star.
'Where am I...?' Li Wen's wariness had not faded. He cautiously extended his Primordial Spirit's power to probe this strange space.
Just then, not far in front of him, the points of light from the Star River gathered, and a figure coalesced from the void.
It was an old man in a simple green robe. His hair and beard were white, his face was gaunt, but his eyes were as deep as the sea, seeming to hold the ultimate truths of the universe's creation and destruction.
He was smiling, his gentle gaze resting on Li Wen, filled with undisguised admiration and satisfaction.
