"This is the crevice between reality and illusion, free from the barrier's cover, allowing you to more easily capture information from the void."
"Look at those stars, each represents an Illusion Realm."
"When it shines, it means its Qi Fortune is surging, when it dims, it represents its decline."
"When it extinguishes and crumbles, it symbolizes the end of a world..."
A deep, ancient voice lingered by his ear, and following the sound, Zhu Haomiao saw a plainly dressed old man quietly standing not far away, looking at him with a kindly smile.
An inexplicable sense of weight rushed over him, as if the old man had been standing there since ancient times, quietly observing the rise and fall of all things, the birth and death of the cosmos.
At the same time, Liu Hongbin, beside Zhu Haomiao, slowly widened his eyes, his body instantly snapped straight, trembling with excitement.
"Mr. Qian, what brings you here?"
