Across the Utmost Purity Galaxy, an aura was born; the aura was omnipresent, and there was no one among the vast galactic region that didn't subconsciously gaze upwards. They felt drawn, as if a delicate hand lifted their chins, and their eyes found the glimmer of gorgeous radiance that was irresistible.
Within an isolated world of ash-grey clouds and dusky white light reflecting off the glossy obsidian surface, a young swordsman in moon-white robes sat atop a protruding, jagged boulder without any discomfort. He exhibited a matchless aura, sharp as a divine blade, and exuding a brilliance that could shine throughout the ages with little effort.
