The cosmic starry sky, vast and boundless, was studded with Heavenly Stars.
Silence and darkness had always been the eternal themes of the universe through ten thousand years; only that glittering starlight revealed a trace of vitality.
Roar—
At this moment, a terrifying roar shook the heavens, making the stars across the sky shiver and quake; the closer stars were even directly blown apart.
Visible to the naked eye, two streams of light were flashing through space like lightning.
Wherever they passed along the way, the cosmic starry sky was easily torn open; space was as fragile as a painting canvas, casually sliced apart.
The foremost stream of light looked comparatively small; it was a lone figure, chasing stars and moon as he crossed the cosmic starry sky, with layers of Great World phantoms in front of him constantly appearing and shattering, as if he were traversing the Heavenly and Myriads of Worlds.
